Genius Child: Hunting Conglomerate Fathers
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There was nothing he could do, his muscles felt limp to move. Teeth have not grown at all, how to talk. Trying hard to make a sound but hard. It turns out that the baby's life is really boring, struggling with sleep and formula.

Now he understands why toddlers sleep quickly. His body felt tired, completely tired. There is nothing a chubby baby can do. Just laughing, smiling as much as possible, acting funny. He realized, when the adults began to become anxious that's when they became his slaves. Maybe this is what is called toddler style slavery.

He began to walk slowly, learning to talk as his body's nerves grew. It was then that he realized he could only lean on the current Cecilia. Kala Zeyan was 2 years old, that's when the little house was sold. The savings Triton had set up were exhausted, Zeyan began to play the role of an independent child. Washing dishes at the age of 2 years, it is crazy if a child can do it. However, he had a perfect memory of his past life.

A rare event indeed. But it never happened. At the age of 3, Zeyan began to investigate similar events. There was, really there was, a story on the internet about a boy who remembered about being in the air force army, during the second world war. Even remembering the flight number, as well as how he died. After investigation there is indeed the name of the soldier with the flight code number. There are still some similar articles about children who remember their past lives.

Is there anyone like him? There may be but hiding. It was possible, Zeyan let out a rough sigh, out of a strong desire, or perhaps a gift from God himself had a chance. But it is a shame, every seat must be lifted by an adult.

Can't work as a detective's maid like you used to. His cheeks were always pinched, hugged by an adult woman. What's he supposed to do? That's what's on his mind right now. A handsome man who looked towards the computer with a cold face. But for others, it's an adorable child who stares at the computer while pouting. Chubby cheeks, white skin with brownish hair.

Holy hooch! People's hearts melted with anxiety. Taking a picture of her then buying her some packets of sweet treats. Strange, but real himself who likes spicy food, now does not like it. Prefer sweets and sweet biscuits, perhaps because children's taste senses are different.

Now he realized, he could truly accept. Back to being a child, whether this reasonable thing is called what. But not only himself who experienced, although this includes rare things. All he had to do was stay silent. Raising money into a white hacker, probably not because the Cecilian himself returned with memories that did not disappear. It's possible, because the task is not over yet to destroy Chan.

Sighing roughly, it still recalled in his mind about his last mission. Few people can be saved by him with the initial goal of revenge, but it ends as a humanitarian mission. Chan's illegal business is still in operation today. Is this a God-given opportunity for him, to stop Chan?

"Son! Auntie's pissed at you!" A young woman suddenly hugged him. It is saturated it feels hugged by the opposite sex but can not fight. You can only accept and say.

"I love aunty, pretty aunt..." Say it with a small mouth and clear eyes. Of course to enslave people. A contract of slavery that no one can refuse.

"Auntie too!" The cafe keeper was really anxious, raising his body to take him to the nearest Indoapril.

*

Back at this moment, the boy began to wake up from his sleep. Staring into the mirror, a child carrying a large Teddy Bear, his hair still disheveled, wearing rabbit pajamas.

"I've always been the funniest and most handsome." murmured Zeyan looking in the mirror. Amazed by his own charm.

"Bath time!" He shouted excitedly, a really funny kid. Shouting greeted her morning with a sweet crisp sound.

Her little body just finished bathing, wearing kindergarten clothes. Hanging alone, combing hair neatly. Butterfly tie and vest it, really looks sweet. Whites with blue eyes, which may be descended from Mulyasari's biological grandmother, the Indonesian-Dutch crossbreed.

Really real good looks, isn't it? But unfortunately this body is weak, it is possible that this opportunity will be revoked in the near future. He will still die.

A five-year-old who knows everything. I was happy with the opportunity God gave me. Even in his past and present life it feels the same. Not a very beautiful childhood.

I don't know.

*

When the door opens, the hue of joy is seen."Grandma's granddaughter is awake?" Mulyasari lifted her body.

"I want school. Want a grandmother to take you..." Zeyan smiled, his eyes glaring, conquering anyone's heart. Handsome kid with blond hair and blue eyes. His heart felt pierced by the dagger that this child had cut.

"Yes! Grandma's in between..." Mulyasari kissed her cheek repeatedly. While the child in his trunk tried to smile. Really trying, knowing before I got to kindergarten, the grandmother's goal was a toy store.

Walk down the stairs. Start sitting in the dining room chair to enjoy breakfast. Zeyan's eyes stared intently, glancing towards Cecilia and Fabian. How do we bring these two together?

Even though he hates his father. But still, only the ungodly father is likely to have a ticket for her to survive.

Eating vegetables like a rabbit. Several times the picture was taken by Jesseline uploaded on social media to add to her subscribers.

A really cute little boy. Squinting his eyes, gulping his saliva began to stop his eating activity."Did you guys make me a sister last night?"

The caecilian looked back sharply at his son."Honey, we can't make you a sister. Because so many women are attached to your father."

"But I want a sister." Pinta Zeyan bowed like he wanted to cry. The teary eyes of a child who wants to sell his mother just for the sake of survival.

Brak!

Fabian placed the fork in front of him quite tightly. Sighing harshly gazed towards the Caecilia."Before we leave, can we talk to you?"

"Can.. predator..." The one smiling insultingly. The atmosphere was still hot, between a domineering man and a woman who already hated him.

*

Sighing in a rough breath, the two people who had finished breakfast were now sitting opposite each other in the family room.

"There's something I want to talk about. It's about us..." Fabian bowed, his hands trembling this time.