Genius Children: Between Hate and Miss
Everything is Beautiful in its Time

Descending from the taxi, Miranda was surprised by the appearance of a classic European-style house that looks magnificent with Beaux-Arts architecture, has a theatrical concept, and is very beautiful, magnificent and equipped with high ornaments inspired by Rome and Greece. Eight huge pillars towering upwards plus chandeliers made of crystal make the house like a palace in a fairyland.

The house was so big and looked so beautiful. How not, the owner of the house planted many flowers of various colors, trees and special flower gardens overgrown with red roses, giving off a refreshing fragrant aroma.

"This house is so beautiful." Miranda stared in amazement at the two-storey sturdy building ahead.

The house was like his dream home when he was married to Jonathan. But unfortunately, the woman had to bury in her dreams because she had to occupy the inheritance house of her parents because she was the oldest in the family. So no wonder if at this time he so admires the building.

"Mas, why did you bring me here? Do you want me to help you talk to one of the company's important clients so he's willing to give the company capital?" ask Miranda plain. Thinking if their original goal came here to negotiate.

Tania who was standing behind her former wheelchair-in-law took a few steps back, giving Jonathan space to talk heart-to-heart with Miranda.

A sturdy hand that began to wrinkle carrying the head of the wife in a hug then kissed the top of the head of the beloved wife with love. "I didn't bring you here to see an important client, but wanted to take you around before we all moved house."

Miranda distanced her body then squinted at Jonathan. "What do you mean, Mom? Moving home? To where? Isn't our house the place we live in today?"

Joanthan chuckles. Seeing beautiful brown eyes evokes memories when he was young. The highlight of the eye is what makes the heart of a man of American blood pump faster and even so fast to explode when he first met Miranda.

Slightly bent to align height. "If it's a rented house, it's not ours, sweetheart. But this house before you is our home. Your dream home. Didn't you ever tell me you wanted to live in a classic European-style house with Beau-Arts architecture? Now I have realized your dream. We can stay here with Xander, the fruit of our love" Jonathan answered all the questions Miranda asked.

Miranda's voice choked. His lips opened and clenched, opening again several times. However, not a single fracture was said from his lips. The woman's tongue suddenly shriveled.

"I know you must be surprised to hear my words. You must think I'm working on you. But I mean it if this house is your home. The bad news that the company went bankrupt is not true. Our company is actually increasingly successful, many received offers of cooperation from several companies. Even now Xander is lobbying one of the investors to be willing to invest in the company."

Miranda was surprised by the reality she just got. Really, he did not expect if it turned out that the company built by his beloved husband has stood firm until now in the midst of the onslaught of business competition, apparently V Pramono Group can show its existence for decades.

Stretching his hands forward, touching the back surface of Midanda's hand. Play the surface of the skin that begins to wrinkle due to time eaten. "I'm sorry, Ma. Lied to you all along. I was forced to do it all because I did not know what else to do to make you realize that treasure is not a benchmark of happiness. Evidently, even though we live hard happiness it just comes to approach."

Miranda was silent, staring at Jonathan in disbelief. The heart begins to acknowledge that what the husband says is true. All the socialite gang friends he considered to be true friends, were only by his side when he lived with treasures. In the worst of times, are they all there when he needs help?

Never give a helping hand, ask the news never. They were amnesiac, forgetting that there was a Miranda name in the membership order.

"You can hate me for lying to me, Ma. But please don't ever leave me. I couldn't bear to part with the woman I love so much." A pair of hazel eyes began to glaze over, imagining life alone without Miranda at his side making the whole body stiffen. Although Miranda's mouth was spicy like level 10 demonic chips, she loved her wife so much.

Miranda pounding. Glassy eyes and lips trembling violently. Jonathan's heartfelt words come from the bottom of his heart. He stared fixedly at the hazel iris which implied solemnity.

"Where might I leave you, my dear, while you are so meaningful in my life. Honestly, I feel annoyed that you have lied. However, hearing your reason for pretending to be poor in front of me, I just want to say thank you, thanks to your help now I can appreciate others more. I no longer look down on them. I can better appreciate our brother whose social status is below ours. Still welcome, Jonathan."

Jonathan's hands were wide open. He could no longer bear to see Miranda begin to shed tears.

Miranda nodded and splashed in Jonathan's arms. She put her hands on her husband's back and hugged him tightly.

Jonathan kissed Miranda's head a second time. "I should be thanking you, baby. Even in a poor state, you are still faithfully accompanying me. You are willing to stand by me in the most difficult times and it is a priceless gift to me. I ... love you, Miranda Vincent Pramono."

Miranda summed up Jonathan's face, kissing her husband's lips with a great taste. Seemed an elderly couple smacking each other's lips, enjoying a rare moment of togetherness.

Tania was embarrassed. His face was red and glittering at the affection of the two former in-laws.

"It seems like a good time for me to rejoin Xander. I don't want Arsenio growing up without a Papa. I want my son to get complete affection from both his parents" Tania murmured. Inwardly resolved to speak seriously with Xander, discussing their future plans.

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