Genius Child: Hunting Conglomerate Fathers
Elder sister

...The expanse of water is like a crystal exposed to the light of the sun. That's what I see in you....

...Like the wind and the leaves, it is us....

...The shells? That's what I always want to protect you. No matter what....

...Bound with blood ties, keeping each other there's no hate left. Just an apology......

...From brother......

Tritons.

Triton POV.

It all started when I took him away. She's my sister Cecilia, really beautiful as an angel. That is how we are often called.

Taken to an uncle who lives in this country. But there was something strange about our uncle, he often tried to touch my sister, so I felt that something was not right with him.

That is also when the person is unconscious. I brought the Cecilia to escape from this house. Our father is a Thai citizen, while mother also has business in other countries, even though she is from this country. We left it to uncle, I know the reason, they're just looking for a partner. Already in the stage of divorce, at least that's what I often hear when they fight.

A strange uncle once asked my sister to undress. That's where I know the devil's view. That's why I went as far as I could. We are considered as beautiful as angels by many people once saw, but still there is no meaning in the eyes of our parents who are about to divorce.

It means nothing at all. At least that's what I know, until they're crazy enough to leave us to an unhinged uncle who intends to abuse a 3-year-old.

Not carrying anything, just pulling my sister's hand that wasn't even smooth talking, was the thing I did. Our wet ground is paved, my mother is a person from this country. That's why I know the language, even though I'm more fluent in Thai. Unlike my sister who can only use Thai, once again my sister Sesilia was able to talk but not at all.

Having no purpose, my stomach was really hungry. I'm sure my 3-year-old sister is too.

My eyes looked at the many street children around us. Some sing near red lights for a little money. Little money? That's what I need, just to buy a pack of bread.

But what are they doing? Just singing, right? My sister's stomach is hungry. Our lives that are like princesses and princes of rich families are over. That's why I can only endure shame. Picking up a used drinking bottle, then singing originally at a red light, a song that even I was confused had to decipher how. All I know is a song in Thai, where our father lives.

Holy hooch! What the hell am I doing? I want to feel like I'm crying. But my sister was sitting on the sidewalk holding her stomach. They give a dime, really a dime. But why is it so big?

I guess it will be easy to live life for a few days with a nominal money of 5000 rupiah. But after arriving at the small grocery store, I was stunned disappointed, it turned out that the numbers I thought were big, in this country were very low. How about our dinner? While this afternoon we only get two packs of bread and tap water from the garden we drink.

However, I was old enough to know what my uncle would do again if we returned. Therefore, the thing I do now can only take my sister somewhere. My sister, who used to be dressed as a princess, is now dirty. I can only communicate with you in Thai. Thank goodness I was often taught the language of this country by my mother.

Mom will be parting ways with dad soon. A married couple who have both had other lovers. The two of us were just a pair of wasted children when the wedding photo was destroyed.

"In (the sound of Good in Thai)," That's what my starving sister said. Bread that tastes hard says good? The most precious little angel, that's my sister. I could only cry while hugging him.

Her tears are flowing. I can only explain slowly that our mother and father are dead. Brutal brother, right? But how am I supposed to explain to the Cecilians we've dumped on my crazy mother's brother? Their mother and father both had lovers.

The lady just hugged me, we who were dressed neatly as princesses and princes, were now dressed dirty. Fused with the vagabond, but still, staring through the window of the window, in the eyes of the people our faces were like angels.

There are some compassionate people who give food. I realized we were already beggars, but as a brother I was helpless.

Some of our search posters were scattered. My fingers clenched, I can't let Secilia return to uncle. Our parents are really crazy. I slowly hated both my parents. Am I a bad boy? All this time I've always been proud of them, a little Cecilia never fussed. What was our mistake? Are we asking God to be born your child?

At times like this, I sometimes think. Maybe we should stay by his side. Not to be sent down to this world as their child.

Therefore, the last decision I made. Take my sister on an expedition truck that's about to go to another island. Our goal, is an orphanage, a place to house children who may have a similar fate to ours.

The starlight tonight is so bright. It is not easy to care for a 3 year old. But I keep doing it, my only goal is one, this is for the sake of my sister's happiness.

*

A dozen years passed, quite a lot of things happened. How do we grow? My sister grew enchanting really pretty.

While me? Looking at the mirror from any angle I remain handsome. Raising money without prioritising education is what I do. Especially with the incident that befell my sister, while doing a piano performance, the spotlight fell on her. Fractions that enter the eye damage the cornea. Aye! My beloved sister cannot see now.

That's when I promised I would do anything for him including giving up my life. The only one I have in this world. Don't want to seek information or hear news about our parents anymore.

"Sister, welcome!" Said the Cecilia behind the cashier's desk. The flower shop I designed for her.

"Welcome, the most handsome man in the world wants to meet the most beautiful woman..." That's how I comfort my sister, I know she's lonely every time I make money doing a little work.

A maid detective, right! I'm not a detective. If it were a real detective I would be rich. My profession is actually dealing with cases that the detective cannot solve. With a 60:40 client pay split, I worked hard but only the permit and education constraints, the division was quite small.

So don't think I'm rich. I am poor even though I work hard. But one secret, until now my sister still thinks that we are natives of this country.

"Can! I'm sick of you! When will my sister get married? There are many women who want to wait!" Grunts Secilia.

"I'll get married when you can see." I kissed my sister's head. Can I keep that promise? I don't know.

"If I can't see forever?" A cecilia knitted her forehead.

"I will never marry forever. I will die as a virgin who only loves her sister all her life."