Possessive Daddy And Genius Boy
Chapter 1

Citra, as she is commonly called, is a tomboyish woman who has just finished her studies at UP Business Management. Lecture at his own expense from his work into a street sweeper and online menswear business. Since the passing of his mother who has passed away, when he was still sitting

in the third grade of Junior High, he had to fight to survive, by keeping a small shop owned by his grandfather, the only person he had in this world. From the small shop he collected the coffers for capital selling online. Not only there, he also joined the street sweeper team P, when he started entering college.

" Fine..replace exercise, let the body healthy and strong muscles ! trus demonstrated a clean and trash-free life. And increase income! " His mind imagines the large costs needed later for his lectures at the most expensive private university in the city of P.

" Don't be too ambitious to do a lot of image work! Grandpa still has savings from the proceeds

our oil palm plantation is accommodated, I think that's enough for your tuition. Don't over-exercise the rough work, remember you're still my granddaughter, one day you'll want to look beautiful in the eyes of the man you love, so from now on think about self-care, don't just think about money, take advantage of what is and be feminine.." The advice of the grandfather at length, in his heart he is increasingly worried with the attitude of the image that seems not to accept his nature.

" My good grandfather is better than me, when viewed from the tile...He's....He's..

Don't worry, I'll never fall in love with a man other than a grandfather, because there's no good man in the world but a grandfather, so there's no image for a man. What is the importance of feminim-feminine if finally will be left married to a jerk like a mother.

It's ni.ni..ni! Photos of my mother who is no less beautiful than the top artists of her age. But what, he was left the same man.

I don't want to be heartbroken, for that there's no time for love to come into my life." Citra said steadily, while tidying her hat. Then kiss the wrinkled hands of the grandfather, then part.

" The image of going to work first yes, it runs out" he said before passing. Jagan forgets to eat, sambal whether vegetables are dilemari. "his advice on

the grandpa.

Every day he lived a hard life on the road and was being packed, without words tired and giving up, even almost no tears that he had ever shed, let alone the name of love. No way...

The image is very handsome in his confession, but in the view of his coworkers and college friends, it cannot be covered by his beauty

However he covered with men's clothes, the polyester girl Jaminda (Java Minang Netherlands) can still cause love-love bertubi- tubi from a boyfriend close to her. But his firm and anti-prime attitude made the lovers, afraid to express feelings for him. Especially if she is also a woman who is good at silat, the results of many years of training with her grandfather, wrong later people touch can be slammed by her

The image almost never cries in his life, he is even famous as a person who is always excited and ambitious, especially in his work and online business. He hung out with many men on his campus, who automatically became his customers. Every day he only cared about college and work, until dawn, a month before his graduation, the grandfather asked him to speak from the heart of the heart.

" dear...The slips are already running, no more graduation.

" Not the slip-on cake...But thesis ." Citra protest.

" Whatever the name is, grandfather only said so, the tongue of the person who is over the age

" Don't talk so dong kek.only grandfather Citra has. " said Citra memelas, know why his heart feels sad to hear the grandfather say about age.

" Yes dear.don't be sad, if grandfather can no longer accompany Citra. It seems like grandpa's time is near..Ears have begun to wilt, centers have twitched, ears are buzzing. All signs are complete, just waiting for the time, soon grandfather will face. "said the grandfather while wiping the tears of the falling image.

Citra..don't cry son.kakek has given you provisions, soon will be a scholar, will be,

moreover, your grade is best on campus. Grandpa pray for the image to be able to work well, in a big company, ngak nyapu way again.

And grandfather doain so that Citra can be a smart husband, good, rich heart and rich treasure. Let grandfather be happy in the barzah, see his only granddaughter can be happy and live a normal life." Said the grandfather who actually wanted Citra protest, but Citra could not bear to fight it, saw her beloved grandfather say everything weakly and with feelings. There was a clear grain wetting the corner of the grandfather's eyes. The image rubbed it with its index finger. With his weak hand Grandpa Roslan grabbed Citra's hand, then dipped it. Good bye, dear...Assalamu...All....Allah.hu Akbar." he said then smiled, then fell silent.

Imagery felt his grandfather was playing a charade, he did not realize that H Roeslan had breathed his last quietly.

" Grandfather don't play with the image cake, dying is not easy, grandfather does not hurt anything.

So don't say the non-no, use say want to leave Citra all. "he said squeeze the nose pointed at the grandfather. He couldn't stand his nose being scratched the most, but still??? " ask her heart to start worrying. Shaken yes grandfather's body many times, but there was no reaction, only then he realized that his grandfather was really gone.

" Oh my God, he left me that easily. Hu...hu.....His cries and roars echoed this blind morning. People in the housing complex of Jasmine street in astonishment heard the roaring cries of tomboyish girls who almost never showed a sad face in front of them. Residents of one complex flock to the source of the sound. Once found a hysterical image

on the condition of H Roeslan, among them immediately took action, someone prepared a place, and called the doctor. After the doctors confirmed there was no more, they immediately held the body.

" Today is Friday, a good move for your grandfather Citra! Don't keep lamenting, son, Ikhlasan my grandfather, he left at a good time and on a good day. Be patient...We know grandfather is the only one of the Citra family, but the time is up, Citra is a strong child, do not make a step towards God painful because of your lament Son..." Said Rahma's mother next door neighbor giving advice. Swiping the head of Citra gently, then wear a hood Dongker located on the side of the bed.

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The image was transfixed in his grandfather's final resting place. The pain of abandonment slashed his heart.

" That's as easy as you leave me a cake... Why all that I love, so easily and lightly left me. " Okay cake.I will never love you again, so I will never feel this pain again. " The promise with tears.

" I'm going to wander and work in a big company after graduation like what grandfather wants. Even one day I will become the owner of the biggest business empire in the country. But sorry...The image will not fulfill the request of the third grandfather, because the image hates love, love only makes people cry. All who feel loved will be big-headed and easily left. Enough is my wound this cake.." You even with the strength to leave me, when everything is still neglected, when I still can not repay your love. It's so unfair to me, cake...Hu....Hu...." Citra's cries could not be contained.

" Come home Cit...The flight is only 50 minutes away, the time we make it to the airport is 40 minutes. "said Rafdo, Citra's college friend, who happened to be the same Graduation and got a work call in Jakarta.