Genius Children: Between Hate and Miss
V Pramono Group

Arsenio and Surti walk side by side to enter the skyscrapers in the South Jakarta area. The tiny finger never slipped from the hand of a uniformed adult woman next to him.

"Excuse me, Miss, is Mr Xander in the room?" surti asked one of the receptionists. The woman continued to act ordinary even though cold sweat began to surface.

How not, this is the first time for Surti, helping Xander meet someone who is said to be a bad person. Although she did not know what crime was committed by men of Indonesian American blood, but the woman tried to believe that what Arsenio said was the truth because such a small child could not possibly lie.

The two receptionists stared at each other, then they turned to look at Surti. Little wonder why someone asked about Xander's whereabouts, while a few days ago after the I hate you virus, Dad, corrupted the company's data, hazel-eyed men have been rested for an unspecified amount of time due to not being able to take care of the company to suffer considerable losses.

"What's it gonna take, Miss, to come here?" ask the receptionist in a brown batik uniform.

Surti stammered. The woman's eyeballs moved in an uncertain direction, looking for a logical reason to be allowed to see the CEO of the company. "Ehm .. s-I ...."

"There are of course important necessities, Aunty! Therefore I want to meet with Om Xander," Arsenio's sergeant was quick to see Surti's gestures showed that he was unable to answer the questions of the two receptionists working behind the table.

The cute voice was able to distract the two receptionists from the figure of the lady in pink uniform before them. Then, the two women bowed their faces staring at the figure of a small child who was able to make them fixated for a while.

"You, who?" asked one of them after recovering from his shock. The boy's figure was very similar to Xander's. Starting from the face, nose and iris hazel eyes that look clear and beautiful.

"I'm Arsenio, Aunty. Tell me quickly, can I meet Om Xander?" ask Arsenio. This time he put on a face with eyes full of hope.

Arsenio was sure that a little bit of a telling style would make them melt and compassionate to him until he was allowed to enter without having to run all the difficult procedures to meet with the CEO of the company.

"Aunty, please, may I meet Om Xander." Again and again, the hazel-eyed little boy put on a face. Lentic lashes blink several times with both hands cupped in front of the chest. The boy looked so cute and adorable that it left the two women helpless.

They looked at each other as if they were communicating via telepathy. Want to help, but remember the company procedure that requires every guest to tell the intent of their arrival to the company. In addition, guests are asked to collect IDs to avoid something bad to happen to prospective successors of V Pramono Group.

The woman in the brown batik uniform shook her head weakly. "Sorry, Adek, we can't give you permission to meet with Mr. Xander before telling you the purpose of your arrival to this company."

The look of disappointment was clearly on Arsenio's face. He thought by exerting his acting skills would make the two women melt, but it turned out to be nil.

"What's this about a storm?" The baritone voice of someone stopped the debate between the brownish-blonde boy and the two women working at the reception. Their reflexes turned to the source of the sound.

"Good day, sir. Sorry to interrupt your day. We don't mean to ruin Mr. Jonathan's break. It was just a little bit of a small problem, but now it's done" replied the woman in a brown batik uniform.

Jonathan who was standing near the support pole observed the tiny body of Arsenio. The position of the boy turned his back on Alexander's real father so that he could not see clearly the face of his grandson.

Why do I look at the little version of Xander as I stare at the little boy's back across the street? Then, why is my heart so warm as if we have an inner bond? jonathan said in his heart.

Not wanting to die of curiosity, a tall man of pure American blood walked up to the reception desk. He stood behind Arsenio. "Little brother, what need do you really need to come here, son?" asked Jonathan gently. He bent his body slightly to the same level as Arsenio. The man's hands touched the grandchildren's two shoulders. Slowly, Jonathan turned the tiny body until they faced each other.

However, when the small body faced him, he felt the earth on its foot was no longer rotating on its axis. The jaw of the founder of the V Pramono Group company was wide open even barely dislodged from its place. The eyes are perfectly wide. It was as if he was looking at his only child standing in front of him, but in a different form.

*Oh my God, i-this ..why does he look so much like my son? Who her? What's the connection to Xander? Maybe she is my granddaughter? Who's ibuny*a? Could it be that my son had an illegitimate child outside of marriage and this boy came here to ask for a confession?

There were a lot of questions floating through Jonathan's mind. Indeed, he did not expect that he would meet someone who was so similar to Xander-the only son of his puppet.

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