Genius Child: Hunting Conglomerate Fathers
Small Wing

The sweet boy was in his arms. I really don't want my son to get hurt. A five-year-old boy who was crying. Good boy, little white rabbit crying.

His eyes turned to stare towards Caecilia. Women exposed to wine with disheveled hair. This is the work of Anjani.

Prangs!

The sound of a broken drink glass is heard, broken glass that had slightly injured Anjani's face."I'm still holding back my patience because of your father. But because today our corporate relationship is going to get worse." The words were emphasized by Fabian, lowered Zeyan and dressed him in a suit at Caecilia.

"Fabian wait! Not like that! They're thieves!" yelled Anjani hysterically. While the waiter he paid was secured by the police. Suspected as the suspect who brought the ring for the last time.

"I swear! I really put it in a bag! I don't want the money! That woman paid me to put the ring in the bag!" shouted the hotel waiter thrashing.

But in reality the ring was neither in the bag of Caecilia nor in the servant. But for sure, the waiter will be the prime suspect. Although it will probably only undergo examination, considering this is all Anjani's orders. There's no way Anjani will prolong this embarrassing case, right?

Trapped a woman, but lost a million-dollar ring. There was nothing the woman could do but hold back the anger. His eyes stared at Fabian's departure without any intention of catching up. His cheeks are still injured to this day, a man he finds hard to conquer.

"Fabian!" he cried out in wrath, crying a moment later. The woman who went with a personal assistant, as well as some bodyguards.

"Don't prolong this problem. Make sure this media and the big master (Chan) doesn't know about this matter." Said the assistant to his subordinates. In the end Anjani who was downcast, raised her head following the steps of her assistant. No one would dare to comment or seek it out rather they were afraid of him and his father's power.

*

It was truly a pity for Zeyan, the ring he planted for a few dozen minutes did not grow. It may lack fertilizer or be watered with water. Being a ring farmer is not easy. The boy who hummed while smiling.

Staring at the office buildings in his father's car."The little star, in the black sky, was very much decorating the space-" but suddenly the song was cut off.

"Mother! Daddy's! I want a shooting star!" His words were enthusiastic having strange thoughts.

"Star falling? You want to make a request?" Caecilia asked her sweet son.

The boy shook his head, pretending to be innocent. Although she knew because of today's events little did her mother know about her intelligence."I want to catch animals. They look like they might be made of gold. If it's sold, I want to buy a house, for my father, mother, me and my sister."

Sentences that instantly made Secilia wrong behavior hit her forehead. Trying to smile, really trying to smile."I told you to have a sister-"

"You'll have a sister soon." Fabian, who was driving, interrupted their conversation. Making a grudge burn in the heart of Caecilia, this man was truly unforgivable.

"What's the difficulty of staying open and--" The man's sentence was interrupted.

"Whisper! I'm sleepy! You should sleep too!" The cry of Caecilia on her son forced the boy's head to be on his thigh.

While Fabian chuckled, staring at the boy completely according to. The child who appears to be sleeping well.

"He's a good boy..." Fabian.

*

As before, at exactly 2 a.m. The boy opened his eyes, his face that usually set a sweet aura was no longer. Silence with a smile on her lips.

Two million dollars? What can he do with two million dollars' worth of trash. Sighing in a rough breath taking tissue, the blood came out again from his nose.

Slowly sitting on the chair, his fingers moved quickly. The unexpected thing he did this time, the thing he had never done before. Looking for both Sesilia and Triton's biological parents.

"They are old but rich." he muttered with a smiling face. But one thing made the smile on his face fade away. Her tears flowed suddenly, a photo of a search for two children who disappeared decades ago.

A boy and a girl that everyone believed was no longer in this world.

"Why are they looking for him? Isn't that what they want?" his murmur wiped away his tears using his little hand fingers.

His hands moved quickly, after investigating about the middle-aged couple. To take a picture, to sell the ring, the proceeds of the sale he will use to destroy Triton's killer. What is really in the brain of this child?

I don't know that smile looks like a demon now. His eyes were sharp and cold. How can he have such a smart brain? And mentally, this is not the mentality of a five-year-old.

Do you know that sometimes God sends his angels in any form? Not always beautiful, not always strong, not always beautiful.

Photos of Triton and Sesilia, as well as photos of him are in separate photo frames. This is because Triton died on the exact day Zeyan was born.

A painful death, his beloved laptop and equipment destroyed. Her dream of living happily with her little niece also disappeared without a trace.

But sometimes a miracle happens in the midst of despair. That's Zeyan.

At five o'clock in the morning, the computer was turned off by him. Had hired someone, who would automatically send the data on the whereabouts of Cecilia to her biological parents, if Zeyan died.

All the possibilities can happen, that's what Zeyan had in mind.

He began taking picture books, sketching using pencils. Slowly painting her, the beautiful face of her mother, as well as her.

Will Fabian be able to change? It was still doubtful by him. But if the father changes for the better, there will be people who take care of his mother if the operation fails. Or if he died before the operation.

His eyes condensed, why was he so crybaby today. A sketch picture that is about to be completed. Father, mother and self, and one more sketch on a separate paper, Triton.

The chances of a life were slim for his small body. But this time he had a chance to have a complete family. Just mom, dad and him. If possible there would be a grandmother and aunt.

Too perfect in this life. He didn't want to leave if God called him. Calling a five-year-old, maybe God wants to embrace her, takes away her tiredness.

But what was left of the boy was longing. A few sheets of tissue with blood were inserted in the toilet pit. Removing his tracks, not wanting anyone to know, this kid is not cheerful, or as loud as they thought.