Genius Child: Hunting Conglomerate Fathers
Wishing Dreams
A shadowy silhouette about the past flashed through his mind. He has not been home for two weeks. The wind hit her unkempt hair boy. Carrying a new bag of odd jobs he took out of town, as sales.
She wanted to hug her son, an independent child. His son is strange, can cook and wash dishes at the age of five, even can read fluently, doing math problems are fairly difficult. Chubby's face with his white skin, cold words like an adult. She missed her son, Zeyan.
The zipper of his son's backpack is broken. That's what he remembered, struggling with poverty. A child who could be said to be a little genius.
Will pick up his son in kindergarten. The face of the child with his sweet smile was visible. As usual carrying pictures with pencil arrays 2B results of his work.
"It's for mom." she hugged the mother with a pale face. His height was only as high as that of a Caecilian. A body that looks healthy, but not to this day after two weeks left it on a neighbor.
Sicily opens a small picture book. Not like a picture of a child Kindergarten in general, really like a painting using an pencil. Himself and the mother, a face painting that is completely similar to the original.
"Zeyan made it himself?" sesilia asked her son, her hands trembling this bright child is her son. The backpack with many buttons bearing his neighbor's child was seen on his son's back.
The boy nodded, then smiled.
"Zeyan g*buck! Zeyan g*buck!" Another child mocked his son, even slightly pushing him. Maybe because the kid's shoes and backpack, which is a used shoe, were torn.
"The child is not educated!" The caecilian pulled the hand of the child pushing his son.
"Mother..no need! Huk! Huk!" A coughing sound suddenly sounded from Zeyan's mouth. The drawing of the 2B pencil that his son had shown was stained with blood.
Blood was completely out of the five-year-old's cough.
Bruk!
That little body fell unconscious."Zeid! Wake up!" The panicked mother immediately lifted up her son's body. The woman who had not had time to show her the new backpack she bought from the results worked odd jobs out of town for two weeks.
Her tears flowed in panic. Only Zeyan, his son had him at the moment. A five-year-old who thinks he's too mature for his age.
*
"Leukemia?" One question from Sesilia when listening to the doctor's description ensures that the sense of hearing is not wrong. His hands were actually trembling at this moment, such a small child had to suffer from leukemia?
His eyes were staring at his son who was still on the hospital bed. The child who had regained consciousness, his lips turned white, listened to what the doctor said.
Only a smile could be seen on his son's pale white face."Why are you crying? Doctor don't do evil to my mother!" The boy was like a little chicken who wanted to peck at whoever made his mother cry.
The woman's lips twitched shut her own mouth. The doctor also shed his tears. How could such a small child suffer from such a deadly disease? The child doesn't even know what leukemia is.
The child jumps out of bed, with an infusion tube still connected to his hand. Hugged the mother tightly."Mom don't cry. Is mom crying because my painting isn't good? Or because the doctor's uncle refused to be my father?"
Questions that distract. The mother smiled slightly, shedding her tears, kneeling before the son. Hugging that little body tightly.
Heaven is a place for little angels. Sweet angels that belong to God. They were as intelligent and sincere as their sons. Will God take her as an angel?
No, he's greedy, let him be greedy. This little angel is his. The only one is hers."Zeyan, listen! I will accompany you wherever you go. Never let go of Zeyan's hand...." A smile was forced from the woman, still shedding tears.
Just a little handcuffs that wipe it."Mom's eyes are leaking, like our roof..."
The cup!
One kiss from her little intelligent angel. Smacking his forehead, no words were spoken. Only the heart feels so sick.
The child's hands clenched, knowing what leukemia was. But not willing to leave Sesilia in this way. Wants to keep his mother.
"Mother.if our path is different. You have to keep smiling and live well." That's the only word Zeyan said. Sooner or later he will no longer be in this world.
The little hand that gripped the back of his mother's clothes tightly."I want to live for mother ..." her inner self with a drop of flowing tears.
*
It's her third day in the hospital. Sneaking out was his forte. Short little feet barefoot, walking down the hallway. Carrying a stick containing the infusion.
"Sir, what are you doing here?" ask a female nurse.
"I? I'm practicing ball." An indifferent answer from him. But his handsome face and chubby cheeks, made the nun suddenly pull both cheeks Zeyan was anxious.
"Don't lie! Where are you going?" ask the sister with a red face, back menoel-noel cheeks temhem the child.
"I'd be honest, I'd like to hack into the black market computer network of the spinal cord trade if anything. But for a while now, it hacked into this hospital's computer network first. I want to survive..." Sentences from her with her sweet little lips.
Honestly, the nurse from earlier did not concentrate on listening to the sentence of the child. Only his chubby cheeks, handsome face, and lips were chattering about the thing he was observing.
"I want to put this child in a sack and bring him home." The nurse still smiled brightly, holding back her anxiety. It is like listening to the narration of penguin spies from Madagascar.
Holy hooch! How sweet this boy is.
"So can I help you?" ask the nurse, thinking maybe this child needs help finding his parents. Or get lost looking for a way into his ward.
"Some, I want to find a way to the lab." Saying the child seriously.
"Is your mother in the lab?" the nurse asked with a nod by the child.
"But kiss my cheek. Then I'll take you!" Said the nurse.
The boy clenched his forehead."Adults are indeed mostly sickening, "her inner self.
The cup!
In the end the kiss landed him made the nurse woman scream. Then back pinch Zeyan's cheek.
In the end, the nurse was the one who drove the high IQ child to the hospital laboratory.
*
The hands of the Caecilians trembled as the test results came out. Maybe just chemotherapy is his son's hope for life. His spinal cord is completely unsuited.
Patting his chest that felt really tight. God loved his son so much that he wanted to take his tiny hand from his side.
The angel that the Lord sent to her will be taken back. Chemotherapy? How likely is it that a five-year-old will survive a deadly disease?
"I should have loved her even more, spent time with her. Give me a new backpack early. So that no one scoffs at him." His lips were trembling, his legs were limp. Until they can sit on the floor.
"The biological father of this child, can do the examination as well. It's a small possibility. But there's hope their spinal cord will fit." The words spoken by the doctor give hope other than chemotherapy that will still be done.
The caecilians were only bowed, unable to meet Zeyan's father. Even his identity is unknown.
"Is that your mother?" ask the nurse.
"Sister Sister! How many doctors do you need to force an adult man to give up his spinal cord?" zeyan looked at his mother from afar. The little mouth spoke words like a psychopath. But still the nurse carried and pinched his cheek.