Genius Child: Hunting Conglomerate Fathers
Father's Choice of Sort

"Huh?" Strange words from the child with that deathly pale face. A boy who smiled brightly at him.

"If with. Maybe I'll take it easy to leave mom." Zeyan smiled bitterly.

The young man who breathed a rough sigh. Ruffling her hair."Someday there will be better people..."

"I'm sick of it..." Zeyan said, his tears flowing. A child who tries to smile."It's hard to find someone who's sincere."

In the end Derrick dared himself to ask, even though it was difficult."Your daddy?"

"She was a fool, harassed my mother, then ran away without explanation. He has already told me the reason. But it doesn't mean anything, ji.if my mother's mental condition at that time is bad. Maybe my mom would try to kill herself. I've given him the chance to be a good father. As before we were ignored." The answer from Zeyan, made the young man pause for a moment.

What kind of person is the father of this child? But only one thing was now on his mind, making this child smile. His reason? I don't know what his natural instincts are.

"Eating time!" The young man's words were full of smiles, switching the conversation. I don't want the mother and the child to be sad anymore. If, if only he was in a position to make them happy. Maybe that's all he had in mind. A thought that was trying to be brushed aside by him.

His body raised Zeyan carrying him in his carrier. Two people stand in his way.

"Derrick, would you please call a Secilia, please?" Pinta Flo grabbed Zeyan. Smiling with plan.

"But--" The young man was reluctant. How could he brazenly enter the room? Nah! This can't be! Ayang is a creature that deserves to be loved and respected.

"We believe in you. You can't possibly harass a Caecilian." Asnee encouraged the young man. Encourage and motivate.

The young man who clenched his hands, for the sake of the abolition of colonization over the world. For the independence of the nation, he must have high levels of courage.

Step up with a fast-paced day. Swallowed his own saliva, staring at the door. His eyes glanced back towards the first floor.

"Yes! Keep going!" Asnee's orders, like father's chosen soul mate. He wants his son to move on.

The door was knocked hesitant, it could be felt by him, he was in this room. More precisely behind the door. Nah! This can't be! He must know his status.

Until the door suddenly opened. Cecilia was seen before him, the woman rounded her eyes unexpectedly with Derrick's whereabouts exactly less than 10 centimeters away from him.

This young man was taller, his face expressionless, looking like a tycoon child with that suit. This is not true! Not true!

"Secilia in fact, it's time to eat-" How can any young man say anything natural but seem like a temptation.

Brak!

The door closed by the Caecilian roughly. Really rude, what happened earlier? Why is his face red? Is a Cecilia sick?

"Why you?" The young man knocked on the door full of guilt.

"I have a stomachache! Don't meet me! It's severe diarrhea!" Secilia said from inside.

"I'm a doctor! Can I check you out? There may be excess gas in your stomach, or bacteria!" Crazy words from that guy.

A woman who was still leaning behind the door knitted her forehead. The examination could be interpreted as revealing a bit of clothing, the young man would touch his stomach.

"Or.mad man!" muttered Secilia in a small voice.

"Cesilia?" The young man's voice was still heard.

"I don't have stomach pain! I just... Wanna fart!" Another chaotic sentence from his mouth.

*

Outside the door, the young man was disappointed. Walking down the stairs, looking at the three people laughing at him.

"I didn't know you could be so embarrassing. Usually his image of an innocent angel or a hen attacking a person annoys his child. Today I saw the other side of mom ..." Zeyan laughed loudly rolling on the carpet not expecting Sesilia to have such an insane side.

Derrick fixed his glasses. Sighs time and time again, realizing he was rejected.

"If he inherits my nature, he's rolling himself up in a blanket. You must stay up, a little way is open!" Flo gives motivation.

"This is my experience as a man who dated three times before marriage. The woman needs time to move on from her trauma. But if the br*hsek man comes. Just kill it, don't be a second male lead, be an antagonist!" He laughed like a criminal. That's what he did to people approaching his wife first.

Zeyan was still laughing looking at Derrick's facial expression. Between not understanding their words, absolutely sure he was avoided like a deadly disease virus.

But just for a moment, the boy shivered suddenly. Derrick swiftly lifted his body. I don't know why he cares about this kid. Blood relation? They don't have it.

Asnee and Flo ran in panic. Contact the new doctor they have recruited. Although it will be late due to the rain that falls.

The newly-descended Caecilia from the second floor, shedding tears occasionally. Staring at his increasingly pale son alone, took everything Derrick commanded. It was the young man who looked after him, the night spent in the house of Caecilia. Take care of that family, want to have a family. Even if he knows, it's not his.

Until the evening came, after the doctor came and Zeyan's condition was better. No one came out of the room.

Derrick checked Zeyan's body temperature regularly. While Asnee and Flo sighed rudely while arguing alot in the corridor. Want to bring their only grandchild to another country.

Secilia's eyes were empty, not separated from Derrick who was smiling staring at the thermometer. Maybe Zeyan's body temperature has gone down. What does sincerity mean? He sought it out, releasing everything in tears.

The young man slowly walked over to her. Provides local citrus fruits. "Don't cry! Later if your power runs out, who will replace me take care of Zeyan..."

"Thank you..." Sesilia said sitting on the floor, grabbing the local citrus fruits. He no longer faces the world. What is it like to have people who care about him?

*

"Married?"

"Yes, married out of town.city Wentira." The sentence from him recalled the conversation with Suto.

Fabian's hand trembled, grabbing his phonecell. His eyes looked in the google map about the existence of the city of Wentira. But nil, nothing at all.

Searching on google, even articles about mystery and horror are visible.

The young man closed his eyes. Starting to think what grandmother who has worked from this generation of grandfather senile kumat again?

"Suto sir told me what?" Ask Fabian again.

The grandmother whose memories were mixed up began to say even stranger things."A cecilia has noble parents. Then disagree with young master Fabian. Fooling her with someone else, little master Zeyan also agreed with his new father," the granny muttered in thought of the mixed-up story. But on target.

Fabian nibbled his own temple."Granny Mirah senikunnya friday again. Just call Suto." His orders to the butler.

"Wah her senile grandmother is coming back. What number's coming out?" ask one of the servants to Mirah's grandmother. Want to put a lottery number. According to his experience who had twice won the lottery due to senile grandmother Mirah.

A prophecy? It might not be? Something unreasonable often happens in this world.