Genius Children: Between Hate and Miss
Arsenio is The Winner

"Zidan, help me shoot them!" arsenio's word to her playmates. Focused eyes stared at the monitor screen in front of it.

Today, Arsenio follows the online game show or commonly called e-sport. Many participants from all corners of the archipelago follow the match because the prizes offered are quite interesting for online game lovers.

"Yes .. yes .. You go to the North, and I go to the West. Hurry Arsen, attack them before the opportunity is gone!" Zidan exclaimed from the room next to Arsenio.

A handsome nine-year-old boy tries to help Arsenio win the game race online. He and Arsenio worked hand in hand to help each other to calm down the match. Although Zidan was not at all interested in the prize but he put in a lot of effort, exerting his ability in the match.

"Yeah! Hurrah! We win! Zidan, we won!" Arsenio leaped in excitement just after they had managed to cut off all the enemies that were blocking. Teamwork as well as communication between them came to fruition. Now the hope of winning five million rupiahs is ahead there.

Arsenio seemed so happy because her ambition to help her mother pay the rent was soon realized. And so did Zidan. He was happy because his efforts and hard work during the day had paid off. Luckily they were still in the suspension stage so the school did not report to the parents because the two boys were caught skipping school.

Zidan who looked still unconvinced that his team won the match only glanced at Arsenio, then leaned back against the back of the chair. "Yeah! We finally won!" said the little boy in a soft voice.

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A few days later, Arsenio had returned to school. However, again and again Haikal and Arka and Arsya still often bully the hazel-eyed boy. Anisa as the homeroom teacher had warned them but it seemed that the woman's words had never once been heard by Haikal and his gang. They continue to insult and ridicule Arsenio so that not infrequently the classroom atmosphere again tense due to inevitable fights.

"Haikal, you are so bad! I've been working hard on it but why did you destroy my image?" arsenio exclaimed as the drawing lesson took place. The boy looked so emotional when his picture was painted in Haikal scribbles just because the handsome boy did not lend a colored pencil to the tall boy.

Haikal looked so emotional, then he retorted Arsenio's actions by mocking him. The boy's face reddened with the roar of hunting breath. "Leave it! That reply is indeed appropriate for a stingy child like you. Children who are not clear of origin, stingy and naughty like they must be taught a lesson."

The tiny fingers of Arsenio clenched at the side to reveal the handbooks. The boy's jaw was hardened perfectly. "I told you, I have Papa but why do you always insult me!" he snaps with fire.

Haikal grinned like a criminal when he met his target. "If you have Papa, introduce him to us right now. Don't just talk about it!"

The anger in Arsenio has reached ubun-ubun. With a quick movement he ran over to Haikal, then pushed the boy's body to the floor. The calm atmosphere turned violent as a thunderous voice rang out to the corner of the room.

At that time Anisa was going to the toilet for a while so she did not know that the atmosphere in the Rabbit classroom turned so tense.

"Basic of the Haram Child!" haikal screams hysterically. The boy's voice was like the roar of lightning during the day, making the windows of the room tremble and the wall hangings almost fall down.

Haikal got up without caring about his buttocks that were painful due to being hit by the school floor. "Feel this!" The boy's fist was pulled back, then with all his might he pressed down on Arsenio's face. However, the fight had to stop when the fingers gently blocked Haikal's wrist.

"Geek! Why do you never get tired of making trouble in this class? I'm so dizzy to see this attitude of yours!" lamented Anisa while tightly gripping Haikal's wrist.

The tall boy looked up his head. The look of fear was painted in his eyes. "Ehm .. a-anu, ma'am."

"Mom won't listen anymore. Anyway you should go back to where you are right now!" anisa's Word. Then the woman turned towards Arsenio. "You too, Arsen. Sit sweetly in your chair and resume your work."

"Arsen, up! Let Budhe take you home." Ayra's mother asked her best friend to get in the car. Oriental-faced women have always been kind and friendly to Arsenio despite their very different social status.

The boy nodded his head. "Okay, Budhe." Without refuting he immediately got into the car and sat down next to Ayra.

It only took thirty minutes, finally the four-wheeled vehicle belonging to Ayra's parents had stopped in front of the entrance alley of Arsenio's house. The road is narrow so the car can't get inside.

"Budhe, thank you for delivering Arsen" said Arsenio politely. "Ayra, I go home first. Dadaan .. I'll see you tomorrow." He waved his hand before walking into the house.

"Drug, Arsen." The little girl with narrow eyes returned a wave of the hand of the friend.

"Yes. Greetings to your mother, yes." Ayra's mother smiled widely. After that, he asked the driver to drive the vehicle away from the place.

Walk tiny feet towards a three-bed house in densely populated housing. A house that for three years he lived with his mother from the scorching sun and rainwater. A pair of eyes sparkled happily when he saw the door of the house wide open.

Run as fast as possible to meet your beloved mother. "Mama?" arsenio exclaimed as she entered the house. He thought there was only one Tania in there but it was wrong. Up ahead are Tania and Lisa, Zidan's mother.

Lisa grabbed the handbag lying beside her body. "My arrival just wanted to give it to me, Ma'am. You check it again is even or not." The woman got up and said goodbye to Tania.

"Yes, Lis. Thank you very much."

Zidan's mother rubbed Tania's shoulder gently. "Ask your son well. Don't get angry and suspect the no-no!"

A pair of beautiful eyes looked sharply at the tiny figure ahead there. In a cold tone Tania said, "Sit down, Arsen! There's something important that Mama wants to ask you."

Stared so sharply makes Arsenio's instincts say that there will be a major disaster befall him. Slowly, he swung his legs towards the weathered chair whose color was worn out.

Before interrogating Arsenio, Tania first let out a deep, long sigh and then exhaled slowly. Remembering the words of Zidan's mother not to be harsh and to accuse the child.

"Arsenio, Mama will ask. Where did you get this money?" ask Tania to the point.

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