Genius Children: Between Hate and Miss
I Have Papa

Again and again, Tania was called to the school to face Aminah. Stepping into the headmaster's room unaccompanied by anyone. Passing through a long hallway with a door at the end. In front of the room was a wooden bench occupied by a small child.

When Tania got to Arsenio, the woman calmed down and said, "This time what you did to your classmate, Nak, until Bu Aminah called Mama back to school."

"I'm sorry, Mama. I'm sorry for bothering you again" said Arsenio still lowered her head. The tiny fingers squeezed into each other.

Sighing for a long breath while closing your eyes for a moment. "That's it. We will discuss it again at home. Mama wants to go inside first. You wait here for a moment. Remember, don't go anywhere!" Arsenio nodded her head in response.

"Good day, Miss Aminah," Tania said kindly.

"Oh ... Ms. Tania has come apparently. Come, please sit down!" Aminah invited Arsenio's parents to sit opposite her.

"As mentioned on the phone earlier, Arsenio hides stationery, lunchboxes and even shoes belonging to her classmates in turn. The incident lasted for two weeks in a row without being noticed by anyone. Though every corner of the classroom even in front of the student toilet provided CCTV but unfortunately the recording device can not record the footsteps of the child Mother while in action." Bu Aminah began to tell the chronology of the incident in front of Tania.

"The Arsenio's partner did something to the recorder. Bu Tania's son .. hacked the CCTV in the rabbit class to smooth the action to avenge the mischief of Haikal and his other friends."

A pair of eyeballs are perfectly wide. "No way! Arsenio couldn't have done it all, Miss Aminah. She-" Tania's speech was floating in the air as a consciousness hit her head.

Tania Maharani apparently forgot that Arsenio has intelligence above the average child her age so that the possibility of hacking and tapping on electronic objects could happen. For a five-year-old it is not a difficult matter as long as all the facilities are in the grasp.

"To be honest, I don't believe any of that either, ma'am. However, looking at all the available evidence makes me inevitably have to believe that Arsenio is the mastermind behind the events that have happened lately."

"Then, what punishment do you want to give to my child? Giving up the same suspension as a few days ago?" tanya Tania hesitated. Already resigned to the decision given by the middle-aged woman across there.

"I'll give you a suspension for three days. Hoping to give the punishment Arsenio realized that what he did was wrong" Aminah said. Actually he was very heavy to give punishment to Arsenio considering that the little boy was a victim of bully-ing classmates to make him forced to do all that. But rules are rules. If any student is guilty, he shall be punished. After all, three days was not a long time for Arsenio to rest at home while reflecting on her mistakes.

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After meeting Aminah's mother, Tania brings Arsenio home. From tomorrow morning to the next three days his favorite child will study at home while doing some of the problems that Anisa gave as a task during not going to school.

Putting a picture backpack of Thomas, one of Arsenio's favorite cartoon characters on the study table then he walked to the bed and squatted in front of the child. "Tell Mama what makes you take something that is not your right. Didn't you ever say that stealing or taking someone else's property is a sin, so why are you doing it all?"

"I'm sorry, Ma. I didn't mean to steal anything that wasn't mine. I did that only out of annoyance because Haikal and other friends always insulted me. They say that I'm an illegitimate child, born into this world without Papa."

Arsenio looked up at her head slowly, then ventured into the dark brown iris of her mother. "Ma, where Papa has been since long ago until now Papa never came home. Did Papa deliberately not come home because he was embarrassed to have a bad boy like me?" ask him innocently.

In that instant, Tania's feelings were slashed. For some reason every time Arsenio asked for Xander's whereabouts, it made her feel claustrophobic. Recall how he and a half-American man split up while he was two.

A burst of happiness was painted on Arsenio's handsome face. Both corners of the lips are pulled upwards. The eyes sparkled happily when he heard Tania's words. "really? Mama didn't lie, did she?" tanyanya enthusiastic.

Tania nodded her head. "Mama can't lie to you, honey. Later, Mama will tell you who your real father is."

The tiny body slumped down. Jumping high as both hands raised into the air. "Horay! Ardn ... Arsenio will know where Papa is. Hurrah!" screech the boy. "Arsenio has Papa!"

Although Arsenio's intelligence was above the average of a child his age but the boy's attitude was the same as the others.

Hopefully when you meet your Papa, you won't be disappointed, son.

The next day, in a simple rented house, a little boy was sitting sweetly in front of the television. He occasionally jumps up and sings to follow the soundtrack of his favorite cartoons.

"Open the door!" The sound of a loud knock made Tania who was preparing food in the kitchen jump in shock. Faintly heard the voice of a woman who was nagging from behind the door.

"Tania, open the door!"

Hearing that shout, Tania rushed to turn off the stove and stepped half-run towards the door leaf. From his voice alone he could already guess who the woman who shouted this early in the morning.

"Arsen, go back to your room now!" tania's words slightly raised her tone. He believes there will be a third war between himself and Bu Kokom, the owner of the contract.

Instead of obeying her orders, Arsenio said, "Don't open the door, Ma! Ms. Kokom must be angry again just like yesterday."

"It's okay, honey. Mama can face Bu Kokom," Tania told her beloved son. "You better hide in the room and never open it before Mama orders!"

Tania opened the door. Seemed a woman with hair on the roll everywhere stood haughty while casting a sharp gaze towards him.

"Hey you, Lady S*nd*l, pay your rent!" said Bu Kokom without a stale base.

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