Genius Children: Between Hate and Miss
Want to Help Mom

Tania took a deep breath, as much as possible not to be provoked by emotions. The words of Mr. Kokom, the owner of the contract has hurt his heart. As a fellow woman, she could not understand why the owner of the contract where she stood at this time was so eloquent in saying words that were not worth hearing by the ears of others.

"I'm sorry, Mom. But ... I still can't pay the rent. If possible, I'd like to ask for a grace period of about two to three weeks."

Bu Kokom ruffled his waist while giving a sharp look. "Just ask for a waiver! Among the people who contract at my house, you're the only one who often waits for payment. If I used to be able to give you some leeway, but not this time. You ... must pay the contract right now! Otherwise, get out of my house without carrying anything!" jolt the middle-aged woman.

The sound of shouting blaring in the morning made some passersby turn to the source of the voice. Even so with other rented residents, they alternately find out what makes the contractor rampage to interfere with rest.

"But I really don't have any money yet, Mrs Kokom. Really." Tania was honest. He currently has no money at all. There is only a hundred thousand dollars and that is to buy gasoline and its needs for the next two days.

Kokom's hand waved into the air. "Come ... excuses! You think I'm stupid, don't you?" The woman looked cynically at Tania. "Heh, Cheap Woman, although I am just an ordinary housewife but I memorized what date today. Just a few days ago you paid so where might your money just run out."

"You only live alone with the bastard child, no need. So, it is impossible for the money to disappear within five days," said Bu Kokom. Keukeh still asked for his rights as the owner of the contract.

"Never say Arsenio's an illegitimate child!" tania snapped when she heard Bu Kokom calling the child.

"Mom may insult and say I am a cheap woman, a s*nd*al woman or whatever. But never once mention Arsenio by that name," Tania said as she glared at Bu Kokom who looked dumbfounded at the doorway. "Arsenio, my son is not a bastard!"

"You ... you .. how dare you yell at me in front of everyone." Both of Bu Kokom's hands were clenched beside the body. The woman's reddened face restrained the turbulent fury within the chest.

In a lifetime, no one has ever dared to beat him. However, today in front of everyone Tania loudly and without any fear even snapped at him. As a famous person quite rich in the village, he felt his pride was stepped on by someone who was none other than one of his rented residents.

Tania folded her hands in front of her chest. "of course. Ma'am Kokom thinks I'll just shut up when someone else insults my son? As long as I know, Arsenio is my limit. When Mom insulted or hurt Arsenio, I didn't hesitate to teach Ms. Kokom or anyone else who dared to say rude things in front of me."

Without a word, Tania went into the room and picked up the wallet. "That's all I have. I will pay the rest immediately." The woman handed the red bill in front of Kokom.

At first, Kokom's mom seemed hesitant, but since she did need money, she quickly snatched a hundred thousand while returning Tania's sharp gaze in the same way.

"There are still two million and nine hundred thousand dollars left to pay off your arrears for two months. One more week I'm coming here. Remember, the money has to be there if you don't want to be a jerk!" threaten Bu Kokom's. Then he stepped away.

Tania closed the door tightly after handing over the remaining money of the last salary she had to pay for the rent. The woman realized that her behavior was not a commendable act. Being angry at the landlord when charged, is not the custom of Xander's ex-wife.

Without realizing it by Tania, apparently from earlier Arsenio heard all the commotion that occurred between the mother and the owner of the contract. "I have to help Mama. Whatever the way I have to find a lot of money to be able to pay the rent," said the handsome-eyed hazel boy.

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"Arsen, accompany me to the cafe!" Zidan, Arsenio's playmate patted the shoulder of the half-bull-faced boy. They are four years old.

"What do you want to get into the cafe? It's not like you can use your phone to watch your favorite video."

Zidan snorted in annoyance. "I was punished by my mother for being caught truant. The phone was confiscated and I was banned from playing it for a week while the teacher asked me to do the job and all the ingredients were on Mbah Google. My mother doesn't believe what I'm saying so I asked you to accompany me to the cafe for a while."

Arsenio let out a long breath. "Why our fate could be the same. Mama also punished me for being caught hacking school CCTV to harass Haikal and his gang. The phone was taken by Mama and somehow hidden where by her."

The tall-looking boy chuckled softly. "Then come with me to the cafe. There you can play the game as much as possible and search for any information related to your skills to hack something." Zidan pulled Arsenio's tiny body until the shoulder of the five-year-old little boy stuck to his chest. "You take it easy, I'll deal."

Sitting in front of a monitor screen that is sealed with wood, Arsenio seemed so focused on watching videos on how to start a small business with little capital but make a lot of money.

Arsenio nodded her head as someone in the video gave an explanation of the type of business, capital and how to sell it. "Oh .. So that's the way. All right, I'll try again." Refocus yourself staring at the monitor screen in front there. He took advantage of the opportunity to absorb as much knowledge as given by others.

However, when Arsenio was focused on watching the video in front of the monitor screen suddenly an advertisement appeared online match with the main prize money worth five million rupiah.

Slowly, the corner of Arsenio's lips pulled upwards. Hazel's eyeballs sparkled happily as she found a way out to help her. "I have to register. Who knows, he could win" he murmured. Then, he immediately registered and filled out the registration form.

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