Genius Children: Between Hate and Miss
Perminfanage Sorry Xander

Arsenio clasped Tania's hand and pulled her towards the living room sofa. There, on the sofa that he used to lay down his body, Xander was sitting while sipping coffee made by Surti.

Seeing how calm Xander's attitude was, the irritation in Arsenio again erupted. "Ck! Why the hell did that evil Om come here anyway? Disturbing me," his snort was annoyed. Every time he saw Xander's face, the emotions of the six-year-old boy boiled like water being cooked.

Tania glanced at Arsenio and said, "No, honey. Remember Mama's message, must respect older people even though he has done something wrong you must respect the cause anyway Om Xander is your Papa."

The genius boy who created the virus I Hate You, Dad, sighed violently. It's hard to accept the fact that a jerk like Xander is his real father.

"What do you mean to say? I don't have a lot of time so if you want to talk, say it now." Arsenio said after the three of them sat down together. Xander's seat was right in front of Arsenio so that the boy could clearly see the papa's beautiful face.

I heard a breath coming from Tania. The woman just shook her head, not knowing what else to do to persuade Arsenio not to hate Xander.

"As Om said earlier, that Om's coming here would like to apologize to you. I don't know if when we parted, you were in your Mama's stomach. If only Om had known, maybe would not let your Mama go by carrying you in her stomach. It must be guarding and protecting you." It was clearly a look of regret on Xander's face. His hazel eyes looked wistfully at the two figures before him.

Both Arsenio's hands were folded in front of his chest. "Every human being created by God must be given the sense to be able to think. So too with Om. I'm sure, Om is a smart guy and great proof of Grandpa Jo's trust to be a leader in the office. But unfortunately, Om did not use his intelligence to find out if I was in Mama's stomach or not. Om let Mama live to suffer and I don't like that."

The tiny body advanced forward. "Did Om know how to hurt Mama and me when Ms Zainab and the people around the house insulted us? They said Mama wasn't a good girl until I was born without Papa. Haikal and the Twins bullied me, they said that I was a bastard, did not deserve to go to school and play with others until my distant friends. Fortunately there is Ayra who wants to be friends with me even though Haikal, Arsya and Arka often prank us."

"Om you know what it's like to be ostracized by school friends? It's not comfortable, Om. We seem to be different from others when Ms. Anisa always said not to discriminate people because God created us all the same. Whether rich or poor, we are all creatures of God."

Xander's heart seemed to be sliced to hear every word Arsenio said. The man stared at his love fruit with Tania with his heart. Especially when looking at the eyes of the child just a puppet that radiates how sad their lives before meeting him.

Then, Xander bit his lower lip trying to withstand the tightness that increasingly squeezed the chest. He feels like the most dick on earth for abandoning his ex-wife and his own flesh and blood. If only Miranda had not instigated and set up a trap maybe this time their lives would have been different.

"But luckily I was with my mom. We are free from their insults since Mama worked in Jakarta. Ms. Zainab has not insulted Mama anymore, so has Haikal. That brat doesn't bully me anymore like I used to. My current schoolmates are all good and want to be friends with me. It was all thanks to Grandpa Akmal and Grandpa Johan. They're both good with me and Mama." A wide smile was created in the corner of Arsenio. "Grandpa Jo is also good. I love them all."

Tania simply smiled blandly, not shaking her head let alone nodding her head. Not until the heart hurt Xander, but the man had hurt him with spicy speech like a level 10.

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Meanwhile, Jonathan has begun to carry out his mission of giving valuable lessons to his wife-Miranda. Since last night they have moved to a simple house in a densely populated village whose distance between the houses with each other is only one inch. Even when they throw the wind can be ascertained next door neighbors hear it.

"Ish, what kind of food are you cooking, Salimah, why does it taste so strange?" miranda complained to one of her servants who was involved in the scenario made by Jonathan. Seeing a plate of fried rice without vegetables and only mixed with one egg made Miranda look at the food in front of there with a gaze containing a million meanings.

Miranda has never eaten fried rice with just one egg in the absence of vegetables and other complementary side dishes. So do not be surprised if the woman is currently a little appetiteless. Especially when Salimah cooks it, the servant does not pour margarine but packaging oil with an unknown brand.

"Of course some fried rice, ma'am. Just a different version" Salimah said. "It feels strange how? The feeling was all the seasonings I had fried until cooked as usual."

Miranda clucked in annoyance when she saw the appearance of the fried rice was not so unsightly. "Look, there are no green vegetables at all on the edge of the plate. In addition, shrimp and squid were not on top of the rice. I'm not used to eating simple foods like this." Miranda thrust her plate forward. "Make me some fried rice usually. Must complete. Understood?"

"But, Madam."

Salimah said Miranda's fingers had already been lifted into the air.

"Don't complicate your own housekeeper, Ma! Remember, we are no longer rich. There are many things to consider before making a decision. Once we make a mistake, it causes great loss to us." Jonathan sat down beside Miranda, then grabbed a set of cutlery and ate a dish Salimah had made.

"Have a word, don't talk too much! You should spend all the food processed Salimah, do not protest. Thank you for what God gave you, rather than hunger." Jonathan's decision was unanimous, not to be contested.

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