SEVEN R: The Genius Child
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" How about we go ask mommy?" Ren's.
" Not better," Ray.
" Yes, let's find it for ourselves." Rakha's.
" How about training? the show at school we're just a few days away," Ram
" Do you have a plan?" ask Raffa. Ram just smiled.
" Okay, we'd better rehearse, later if we're the champion CEO's who's gonna give us a present." Roy.
" Is what I think the same as you think?" asked Ren.they all compactly nodded.the twins rehearsal vigorously ahead of the event at their school later. The twins had a knack for playing musical instruments, so they formed a band they named SEVEN R. Although their band was new to form.and their first offerings were later at their school event.
Like their company name, their band is also the same. Why did they call it SEVEN R? the answer is, because they are seven and their names begin with the letter R. Actually there is nothing special about the name, only they are genius children.
At the age of 5 years they entered taekwondo and karate classes on the advice of her mommy, because her mommy can not keep her 24 hours, but she is not, so they should be able to take care of themselves from the bad guys. Diva remembers when she found their mother dying. It does not rule out the possibility that the twins will also be the target of the criminals, because that is why Diva suggested they enter the class. now the twins are already black belt holders.
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On the other side...
" How do you plan to get me to meet my son?" ask Darmendra.
" All is well, sir, just waiting for his time." Answer Robert.
" hmmm good, I can't wait to see them."
" Mister, why does it have to be that way? why didn't you meet them directly?"
" I want to meet them naturally, they from childhood do not know me, I do not want if the rush will make them afraid, understand!" Robert nodded in understanding.
" Understand sir.!"
" now go, tell OB to make me coffee."
" Good sir." Robert came out of Darmendra's room after Robert came out the secretary entered without knocking on the door, with the secretary's super sexy clothes running slowly towards Darmendra.
Feeling that something was approaching him, Darmendra raised his face and caught a glimpse of the secretary before him.
" What do you want?" ask Darmendra.
" Mister need anything?" the secretary asked in a tone made as sensual as possible to tempt Darmendra. Yes, the secretary named Rita had long admired the figure of the man in front of her now, until she willingly had to work as a secretary to be closer to Darmendra. But Darmendra like her is not interested at all. Either a girl or a woman like what is able to attract her attention. Rita is getting closer.
" No, I don't need anything, now go if there's no job interest don't come in here." Darmendras.
Rita who was irritated stomped her heels. Before Rita reached the door she stopped her steps hearing a warning from Darmendra.
" If you just want to tease me, better get out of this company because I don't need a teaser like you." a huge blow to the word Darmendra went straight to Rita's mentality. until his face red withstanding anger and shame. Rita comes out of Darmendra's room, and packs her things, because she's been fired by her boss. Actually Rita is not a difficult person, her parents are also rich, but because of her obsession to get the heart of a famous Darmendra cold with women. Robert came out of his room and saw Rita packing. Robert approached her.
" Why are you? fired?" ask Robert. But the one asked was silent, and was still busy packing his goods.
" Have you spoken? I was fired is none of your business, you think I'll just give up? No!" Rita
Then Rita got out of there to the employee elevator. Arriving on the ground floor, Rita became the center of attention, and employees were no wonder that the secretary in this office was always fired.
Robert entered Darmendra's room.
" Mister fired Rita?"
" Hmmm, is he gone?"
" It's mister, like his he didn't accept being fired."
" Just leave it, Oh yeah Find me a male secretary."
" Good sir." Robert can always count on anything.
" work now!" darmendra's orders.
" Good sir." Robert passed, Darmendra was still busy with his work, because later during the event at the school the twins he will come, so his work must be quickly completed.
" I can't wait to see you, I want to hug you my children." - Darmendra, smiling at the thought of meeting the twins.
" Mona, thank you for giving birth to seven sons for me, I promise to take good care of them. I pray you are calm up there." murmured Darmendra, without feeling his tears dripping from his eyes.
Haaah, Darmendra let out a long sigh. He did not know to be happy or sad.on the one hand he got his son's son, on the other hand he had to lose his wife. even though there was no feeling of love in his heart, there was still a sense of loss.
" Is this my destiny God, if this is my destiny, I'm sincere." said Darmendra.
The twins are currently resting in their own rooms. The Diva house is two-story and has many rooms, for the twins only seven, not to mention other rooms, already rich in cost.
Diva is still in the office, and a little busy today, because she has to finish work before the event at the school of the twins. The diva must be present so that the twins do not feel disappointed. Diva does not know that the honored guest who will come later on the show is the biological father of the twins. because Diva does not know her.
" I have to finish all my work immediately." muttered Diva.
Diva's room door on tap...
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" Get in" said the Diva without looking at the door, the secretary of the Diva entered, and the secretary entered,
" Mom it's time to go home" Adela said.
" Oh yeah, sorry I'm too busy so don't remember the time, it's time to go home." Divas.
" Mom don't want to go home yet?"
" Yes in a moment, this is just a little more you first. " At last Adela came out of Diva's room and walked towards the employee elevator to go home. Inside the office already looks lonely, because the employees are already at home, there are only a few people left, there are also overtime because their work is not finished.
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