My Smart Baby Boy's
The Beginning of a New Life

Ten years passed after the birth of a tiny baby boy, Anita's life changed drastically from the misery passed during this time.

Who would have thought if the child he kept in his womb, grew into a genius child who was able to make his life change.

No longer struggling with finances, even now Anita occupies a decent house with a privately owned car. It was all thanks to a boy named Arga.

Secretly, the boy with above average intelligence made a game and developed it. Games made, can be accepted by the world and the rupiah coffers also flow like water.

Anita never found out what her son was doing, she was surprised once the child admitted all along with Rian. Yes, Rian helped Arga to realize the desire that was taken for granted from a seven-year-old child.

Too young indeed, but age is just a number that can never be used as a benchmark for an intelligence. However, because of the extraordinary intelligence possessed, it makes Arga not accepted by the school.

No matter what the reason of some schools to reject it, maybe they are afraid of being overwhelmed by Arga who can even do the hardest problem when applying.

Arga was not discouraged even though rejected by some schools, he did not stop learning and instead became a successful child at his age.

Learning about the game world by self-taught from Rian's phone when the man came, Arga studied with earnestness to be able to achieve success at the age of just ten years.

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Tonight, Anita is returning from a meeting involving Arga as the youngest game developer in the world. Entering a house that is only occupied by two, Anita momentarily sat in the living room with her son unwind.

“Arga get a drink for mama for a while,” said the pitch black haired boy.

“No need, Honey. Come here,” said Anita reached out her right hand.

Arga sat beside her mother, who never tired of watching every beautiful sculpture of God on her face. Sometimes, Anita asked her heart about the face of the boy who looked so much like the man in the hotel room that day. Yes, it's possible that Arga's intelligence is also derived from it.

“Ma, can Arga ask you something?” looking at the boy was now leaning his head on the lap of the mother.

“What?” sahut Anita stroked the boy's hair in the short black shirt.

“Who’s my dad?” asked Arga without further ado, he had held back long enough for the question to never dare be thrown.

Anita flinched, she looked at her son. What does he have to answer, does he have to admit all if his child is born without a father?

What will happen when Arga finds out about it? Will he consider himself the destroyer of a family, or will he assume that his presence is never expected?

“Why? Why are you asking that?” a forced smile developed Anita.

“Just want to know, Mom. Shouldn't I know who my father is? Didn't you feel that was important to me? I want to know him,” explained Arga.

“You know, Mom? Actually, I was so envious of those who had fathers. I want to be able to play ball and spend time like they are in the park and then joke. Maybe eat ice cream and enjoy the day off,” he added while staring at the ceiling of the house as if imagining.

She shed Anita's tears as she listened to her son's words. He never thought about it at all, and tried his best to give Arga affection without letting himself feel deprived.

The envy of other children who can spend time with both parents is clearly felt by Arga. The boy often stared behind the fence on Sundays. Where some of his neighborhood neighbors live, each other do a routine morning walk.

The child walks between the two parents, holding hands together. Arga dreamed about it, he asked God to be given the opportunity to feel the same way as a child his age.

Not much is expected by Arga in his life, just want to spend time and laugh. Not a treasure, not an intelligence that makes it different, not what kind of fame it achieves. But the wholeness of a happy little family.

Tears dripped right on her face, resuscitating Arga from a beautiful daydream about a family. He looked at his mother, then sat beside her wiping away the tears.

“Don’t cry, please. I’am sorry, really sorry.” Arga wiped her mother's tears gently.

A hug is given by Anita to a child she considers too mature. “Im sorry, Mama.”

Arga said nothing, he felt guilty for the tears of his mother. Not this time, but Arga often sees brown eyes that tear at night.

The sobbing sounded excruciating, without Arga ever knowing why.

That's why he never talks about desire, never asks about someone he might call papa. Arga released a hug, he carved a smile. “Give me your beautiful smile, Mom. Please,” the door in a smile.

“Love you, Honey. You are my life,” said Anita sincerely.

“Love you too, Mom. You are my everything,” said Arga smiled widely.

Anita also carved out the same wide smile, re-hugging her son and peeking at his forehead. Arga does not stop grumbling when it has to be kissed, but it looks funny to Anita when paying attention.

She dislikes being kissed, but likes to lean on her head and be gently stroked by her hair. He is unceasingly grateful to God, because it has presented Arga in his life that is able to be an encouragement, as well as a reason for him to continue living life.

“Now you have to rest,” said Anita. “But change clothes first,”

“I want to eat, can't I?” arga answered while rubbing her stomach.

“Sure, mama will make you eat and you change clothes first. Agree?” sahut Anita pinched the two sides of her son's face.

“Oh come on, I'm not a kid. Don't pinch me like this,” protest Arga.

“You said you loved mom, but were pinched and kissed don't want to?” pretended Anita folded her front chest hand.

“Ah, okay. But don't do it in front of others like that,” said Arga, managed to make his mother smile.

“Handsome boy,” pinch Anita is anxious on Arga's right cheek, until his head also swayed following the hand movement.

According to the mother to change clothes, Arga said goodbye first to the room. Anita went straight to the kitchen, her son always ate before going to bed at night. It has become a habit from childhood, will not be able to sleep before dinner.