Genius Children: Between Hate and Miss
What the Eye Looks, Not Surely In Accordance with the Truth

"No way! My son could no longer refer to the Poor Woman. He's-"

Not finished Miranda spoke, Tuti's mother had already interrupted Tania's former in-laws' speech.

"Poor is screaming poor. I am not so self-conscious as being a person! Is he still rich, presumptuously insulting others as poor? Cheih, amit-amit's got her modeling friend!"

Spicy words made Miranda's anger even more so. The woman's head felt like it was about to break hearing the teasing for the sake of the teasing addressed to him. At a time like this he remembered the words of the husband who asked him to stay at home.

Could this be what Jonathan feared? Could it be that he had a hunch that they would humiliate me in front of everyone? inner Miranda. There is regret in the woman because she does not want to hear the words of her beloved husband.

Had Miranda complied with Jonathan's request, perhaps none of this would have happened to him. However, the rice had become porridge and he could not turn back the time that kept turning.

"Shut up! Don't talk too much!" spray Miranda with a deflated flower chest. "You're so much better than me, huh? You think I don't know how your husband behaves out there? Your husband's a cheat, dyer here and there. Even according to the information I heard, one of your husband's affairs is pregnant young and holding him accountable. However, you refuse to be combined. But honey, your refusal doesn't change your husband's decision to marry his mistress."

Miranda stared cynically one by one her social gang friends. "And .. do you know what the next fate will be? He ... kicked from the luxurious house that had been a place for shelter from the hot sun and rain. All the luxury facilities were withdrawn and now he's just as poor as I am. In fact ... could be his life is more stretched out than mine!"

Miranda steps closer to Tuti, her former neighbor. "I've been trying to cover up your disgrace for so long, but the more here your mouth becomes conditioned. So, don't blame me if now all your rot is exposed, too, Tut!"

Although Miranda no longer lives in her magnificent mansion, she still often communicates with some of her neighbors in her former residence. Tuti was good at covering up the truth from their socialite gang friends until no one knew about the news. However, Miranda was lucky because she had a confidant who willingly gave the latest news about the residents of Beverly Hills Housing.

Miranda stood haughty with her chin raised upward, her chest puffed forward and both hands ruffled her waist. He was fed up with the hypocritical attitude of all his friends. They always insult, ridicule and make fun of others whenever the opportunity arises.

"I was already poor because my husband's company went bankrupt and I admit, my mouth was sharp as a knife that had just been sharpened. However, you are wrong to think that I will be silent when my pride is trampled by hypocrites like all of you. You think your life is more perfect than mine, don't you? Must be the answer, right?"

"I'm sure, though, right now there is actually a lot of pressure inside you that no one knows about because you are trying to close all those problems so that no one knows how depressed you are living in them all falsity. You are competing happily, smiling widely even though deep down, you are actually tired of all this. However, you have no other choice but to put a fake smile in front of others. You hypocrite!" miranda said gasping. He was no longer able to control himself to not reveal what was in his heart.

The feeling of pain, disappointment and frustration Miranda overflowed in front of everyone. All the uneg-uneg he put out, no matter if his words offend others.

"For eight years we've been friends I think you've all sincerely accepted me being one of these gangs, but it turns out that I was wrong. You guys are friends with me just because I'm struggling with treasure. After getting stuck, you left me and forgot about me as if I was never present among you. Ck, really nasty!"

"It's fair that Jonathan asked me to get out of this fucking gang. Apparently your hearts are not human hearts, but the hearts of demons who can insult their own friends. Regret that I've spent all this time making friends with people like you."

Miranda grabbed the handbag on the chair and threw the scroll of invitation letter Atikah gave her onto the table. "I'm not going to attend your son's wedding invitation, Tikah! Just give the invitation to your other friend because from this moment on, we are no longer friends. By this it states that, I ... Miranda Pramono, out of the socialite gang. I wouldn't be friends with a demon-hearted person like you."

The pain in Miranda's heart was real. The flames of anger devoured the entire soul building. Only leaves a fragile skeleton, which when touched will collapse for a moment.

"I congratulate you, Atikah, because you managed to humiliate me in front of everyone. I hope that what happened to me today didn't happen to you."

Miranda prepares to leave because she feels there is no point in staying under the same roof as her six social gang friends. The heart is fed up with remembering all the insults directed against it.

Stepping gontai. Repeatedly condemned her stupidity for not obeying the orders of the husband.

"Stupid! I should follow Mas Jonathan's orders, not even insist on coming and instead humiliated like this. Argh ... really shit!" miranda grumbled as she accelerated her steps towards the exit of the restaurant.

Atikah looked at Miranda with eyes that were hard to interpret. There is a sense of regret because he became the main suspect that made Miranda the victim of insults all members of the socialite gang. Same with the other five members. They were still silent and drifting in each other's minds.

The lunch plan at the best restaurant in the Central Jakarta area failed due to an unexpected incident. Now, the six people just fell silent while looking at the faces of their friends one by one.

Why could this be so? Why is everyone competing to insult Jeng Miranda? But they are too much, can't put the brakes on his own mouth. Desi, one of the members of the monologue gang, regrets what happened some time ago.

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