My Smart Baby Boy's
Arga Beliefs

After saying what she wanted, Arga pushed up the chair and left accompanied by the fixed gaze of the man who was trying to digest every word heard. All this time, he never said thank you to anyone.

Wh-wh-what for? what use? Reno considers everything that is done by the people he pays, is a must. Why does he need to give thanks? the salary has been given.

"thank you? what nonsense is he saying exactly?" muttered Reno Iirih, also moved from sitting and then followed to the kitchen.

Arga remained with the book in hand, he caught up with the mother who was making food. Sitting on a chair behind the kitchen table, Arga continued reading. He wanted to help, but was forbidden by his mother. After all, the cooking was almost done as well.

The entire waiter was also the two cooks who were in the kitchen, suddenly bowing. Anita was astonished, then turned her head in which direction all looked down respectfully.

Ah, it's only natural! there are humans who do not stop breaking their ears with a scream from earlier. Anita grumbled inwardly as it turned ugly when she saw Reno's face.

Eye cues were given to the waiter and the chef, they walked out of the kitchen understanding the orders from the look in his master's eyes. The tall man approached Anita, curious as to what the woman was making now tying her hair high.

"You made this?! do you think I'm so poor?! there's plenty of food here!" reno said venting in frustration.

Anita fluttered, still stirring the fried rice her son asked for. Suddenly, Arga changed to want to eat fried rice, even though it was too heavy to enjoy at night. Women covered the front body using the white apron, grabbed the prepared dishes and moved the fried rice complete with sausage and beef-eye eggs.

The stove was turned off, abandoned by Anita and fed to her son. He also served a glass of water, asking for his son first wash his hands before eating. Reno took a deep breath, throwing it away violently. He felt neglected, and it was painful.

"We eat together" said Arga gently after cleaning both hands.

"Mama's still full, you just spend it all." Anita smiled beautifully, pushing the plate in front of her son.

Arga arranges food on a spoon, feeds his mother first and can only be accepted by Anita. The word satiety, was no longer a new thing for a boy who had heard the same sentence from childhood.

When their lives are lacking, Anita often said that and willing to hold hunger, as long as her child sleeps in a state of stomach filled. Arga knows, if the mother only ate a little earlier.

That is why, he asked to make fried rice which is the favorite food of women who now change to feed themselves.

Yeah, that's a mother who's even good at lying covering up everything she feels. When sick, tired, hungry or sad, a mother will still say fine with an expression forced to work together.

Fatigue when pregnant, pain and life bet when giving birth, patience in raising, countless sacrifices, as many treasures will not be able to replace it all. So there is no need for a child to raise the rupiah given every month, because that is not what is expected.

A mother's prayer is never broken, her forgiveness is never closed, even though what the child's treatment to her, who sometimes do not understand the word thank you and reflect on the past. Not when big and hard and then say wrong parents, but when successful say for your own hard work.

However, not for Arga who always respects his mother, prioritizing the happiness of someone often seen her eyes moist when waking up. Perhaps that is also what makes Arga become what it is today, because of his dedication to his beloved mother.

Behind a child's success, there is a struggle and prayer without ever breaking from a mother. A woman who doesn't even expect a penny from a child, or an abundance of other possessions. All he wanted was happiness for his children.

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When the mother and child were feeding each other, there was a pair of eyes observing nonstop. Never had he seen this kind of scene, where two people loved each other and wanted to protect.

As if there was a new color and light when they came, peace when staring at the harmony between mother and child was able to shake his heart. Reno approached, directly pulling the hand of Anita who was about to put food into Arga's mouth.

"But me again!" instead, when Anita saw it.

"I'm full" said Arga, grabbing a glass of water and gulping it down.

"Eat it yourself!" anita.

Wanting to stand up, Reno withdrew her hand and forced her to sit down again. Hands moved to feed her, smiling broadly when a mouthful of fried rice was in the can.

"Ma, um Rian. I'll lift it, can I?" said the boy was standing behind the body of the mother, showing a cell phone where there was an incoming call.

"Yes, Honey. Maybe he's at home" Anita said.

The suspicious eyes of Reno glanced, both ears in wide tides to listen. "Who?!" ask Reno curiously.

"Mama's husband candidate" relaxed Arga, because the question was addressed to him.

Swallowed instantly both of Reno's eyes, staring at Anita sharply. There was a heart that was suddenly congested, blood instantly boiling, when the sentence of the future husband he heard. "You're getting married?" ask Reno to Anita.

"It's none of your business" the short woman now composes a meal on a spoon.

Reno held back Anita's hand, very strongly she clasped. "You're getting married?!" ask again, this time with a little spelling and emphasis.

"Yes!" anita answered, tightly gritting Reno's jaw.

"Say it again!" growling the man was getting stronger grasping Anita's right wrist, until it shook so strongly.

"I'm getting married" Anita said.

Reno looks wrathful, he pressed a stronger hand grip, stamped Anita's face with the finger of her left hand to face her. "You can't marry anyone! because you're mine from ten years ago! whoever dares to approach you, then he will soon leave this world!" threat Reno.

The face he held, was thrown rough until Anita's head turned in the other direction. Reno stood up, dropping the chair on the floor. He walked with clenched hands, his steps very wide.

Arga didn't really go to answer the call, he was still able to listen. "As I expected," Arga's inner voice revealed a smile.

Anita looked at the wide back of the 185cm man, terrified from her face. The sound of the door slamming, jerking Anita until both shoulders lifted.

Reno entered the study and slammed the door so loud that a voice echoed in her palace-like home. Directly throwing every item on the workbench to vent emotions, his eyes fiery with his hands resting on the table that he held tightly.

"You have to pay for everything I've felt in these ten years! no one can have you!" furious Reno, hit the table as an vent of anger.

Recalling a portrait he had kept, Reno looked at the floor. The black book also crashed, he grabbed and took out a photo from inside. "What's this?" reno asked, looking at the small paper on top of the photo.

"DNA Test?!" not understanding the man with both eyebrows piled up in the middle.