Genius Children: Between Hate and Miss
Stop Calling Him 'Evil'

A middle-aged woman looked confused at the pile of raw chicken claws on the kitchen table. The woman's thumb and index finger clamped the white plastic tip with an expression of disdain.

"Euh .. disgusting. Why did the Papa ask me to turn these plugs into soup. He actually forgot or pretended to forget anyway, if I am not good at processing food. From childhood until now, all homework was left to the maid. Uh, after living in poverty he asked me to process this food. Really annoying!" miranda grouse.

It's been almost ten minutes in the kitchen, half a kilo of raw claw Jonathan gave Miranda hasn't been processed. The woman who was edited for almost thirty-one years has not yet carried out the orders given by the husband. He was still busy thinking about how to process the claw into delicious food that was ready to eat.

A happy glow emanated on Miranda's brown iris when she saw her only new housekeeper finish drying clothes. "Lima, here!" The woman's hand waved forward. Not forgetting he gave the sweetest smile he had to Salimah.

Salimah was quite surprised when he received a warm welcome from the employer. Because during his work as a butler at the residence Vincent Pramono, Miranda never once acted sweet let alone smiled warmly at him. So it is no wonder that Salimah is currently looking cengo towards Miranda.

"Eeh, he's dumb. Here, you!" Miranda again exclaimed by raising an octave of her tone when she did not find any response from Salimah.

The call was successful in making Salimah aware of his daydream. "I-iya, Mistress. What's up?" The woman walked over and approached Miranda in the kitchen.

Miranda's originally warm and smiling attitude suddenly turned sour as usual. "You turned this chicken claw into soup. My husband asked me to make chicken soup, but I haven't cooked it yet. You know for yourself, don't you, if I can't cook. Boro-boro cook vegetable soup, cook eggs ceplok aja gosong."

Salimah looked at Miranda's face and one plastic bag on the table in turn. Mr. Jonathan must be testing the lady. Aah, I'd better just refuse than to blow Big Boss, that woman's mind.

Yes, Salimah does not want to deal with Jonathan, a tall man with bright blue irises can at times turn into a creepy figure. Although Jonathan rarely yelled or nagged his workers, just looking at his beautiful eyes could everyone feel a cold aura touching the surface of the skin. The sharp eyes look like a bow of arrows that shot right at the heart can make the opponent retreat instantly.

Clears her eyes for a moment and opens her eyelids slowly. "I'm sorry, Madam. Not that I want to dispute your orders, just that I do not want to be reprimanded Sir, for being found to be helping Madam. Madam must have known how Mr. Jonathan was all along. As long as we worked at his residence, not a single person dared to deal with him. When he was young his aura was so scary to me, especially now. As I got older, Mr. Jonathan's aura grew stern and I feared that something bad might befall me."

That instant also Miranda's lips pursed forward. He snorted annoyed at Salimah's rejection. "Ck, so scared! Basic cemen! You should not be afraid of my husband, the lady of this house is me. I have full power over this house, got it?"

Salimah was not provoked at all. He smiled broadly at Miranda's words. "Understand, Madam. Since long ago the home in the residence of Vincent Pramono is you, not Miss Amanda or others. However, I still cannot fight Mr. Jonathan, Madam. Again, sorry."

Salimah's head lowered as her form of disobedience helped Miranda process the raw claw into a delicious soup.

Miranda threw the white plastic into the sink so tightly that there was a sound of meeting two objects. "Basic useless maid. Then what is your job in this house if it can't help me cultivate that chicken claw, hem? Leha-leha watching a movie, laughing with her neighbors. That so?"

Women who are still noble descendants ruffled their waist while giving a sharp look at Salimah. "Remember Salimah, you are paid to work, not to have fun. So work better than I report you to my husband out of laziness," he said earnestly. There was not the slightest bit of doubt in his brown iris.

Take a deep breath, hold it for a while then exhale slowly. Talking with Miranda is not uncommon emotions in the self peaked.

"As for the Madam, but my decision is already unanimous." Salimah spoke calmly, though in a half-dead heart. "However, I can teach Madam how to cook if you really want to turn that raw claw into a delicious dish that is ready to eat."

"You mean, I cooked the food?" asked Miranda with both eyes perfectly wide.

Damnit damnit! Apparently Salimah was firm with his stance. If this continues, Mas Jonathan must be angry if he knows his favorite chicken claw has not been processed. Miranda monologue. The woman seemed to be weighing up the offer given to her.

Argha! I'd better accept Salimah's offer, rather than Mas Jonathan's diomelin again because it's not good to cook. These two days my ears are hot to hear the man's ravings. Just because I didn't clean her clothes, she told me at length. He thought I was a teenager who still wanted to hear his chatter.

"Alright, I'm willing to accept your offer. You help me make Mas Jonathan's favorite soup claw." Miranda resigned and was forced to process the food himself without asking Salimah for help. He only needed the instructions of his assistant.

Still in the position of his back to Miranda's body, both corners of Salimah's lips are pulled upwards forming an arch resembling an arrow bow. Apparently my plan worked. Miss Miranda was consumed by my trap.

Unwittingly the two, Jonathan listens to their conversation from behind the door of his room. The man also gave a smile because this time his mission to give life lessons to Miranda succeeded.

I should have taught Miranda a long time ago so that she would know what it's like to be a difficult person. Living simply, fulfilling one's own needs without the help of others. Jonathan felt his chest tight as he recalled the fact that Mirand was the mastermind behind the destruction of the beloved child's household. I hope it's not too late to educate my wife.

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Sit in front of the dining table. Two cups of instant noodles are on the table, white smoke puffs give off the delicious aroma of instant noodles. Tonight Tania deliberately brewed instant noodles with famous brands as a dinner menu with her beloved child.

"Where are you happy today? Go for a walk and play together without fear of being disturbed by Grandpa Johan or Aunt Joana?" Tania deliberately stale before conveying the essence of their conversation.

Arsenio who was used to eating alone back scooping the instant noodles into the mouth. "That's so sweet, Ma. I am so happy to be able to play with my mom. Thank you, Mama." His hazel eyes sparkled happily as he said that sentence.

Tania was touched by Arsenio's words. However, he realized that all this was inseparable from the interference of Xander who had delivered and bought tickets to all the rides so that they could freely ride any rides to the point of feeling bored.

Tania rubbed Arsenio's right cheek with the back of her index finger. "But you also have to say thank you, Om Xander. Remember, thanks to his help we got here safely. Try to imagine if if there is no Om Xander coming to the apartment maybe our vacation is threatened to be canceled because Om Edo can not anterin us. So, you're not just saying thank you to Mama, but you're-"

"Thank you for Evil Om too, right?" sergeant Arsenio quickly before Tania finished her sentence.

The tiny fingers reached for the bottle of mineral water that was in front of him, then slowly stiffened. "Just calm down, tomorrow I'll say thank you to Bad Om."

Hearing Arsenio again calling her ex-husband 'evil', Tania put a fork over the instant noodle cup. Then gulp down the drinking water so as not to choke while talking seriously with your beloved child.

"Arsen, Mama knows for sure you can't forgive Om Xander for making our lives suffer. However, all that is not purely Om Xander's fault, there are people who want Mama to part with your Papa, son. That guy used a sneaky trick to get Mama to separate from your Papa."

"Here Om Xander is also a victim just like us. For that Mama asked, could you not call Om Xander again with the name Om Evil? Mama feels guilty every time you call her that name. No matter how much you hate Om Xander, he is still your father, someone you must respect. If there is no Om Xander, you may not have been born into this world. You won't meet Mama, Ayra and Alesha. So please stop calling him evil because after all, he's your real Papa, dear."

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