Genius Child: Mine is yours.

Genius Child: Mine is yours.
Prewedding



The lunch hour had arrived, Raka rushed out of her room. Nia who saw it behind the glass directly came out to greet Raka.


"Good afternoon Mr. Raka, Dad would like to have lunch with Kesya yes" he said.


"That's fine." answered Raka.


"Well then, may I come along because I happen to also want to have lunch with Kesya "Saynya without a doubt.


"Sorry for today, I want to go with Kesya only. You can postpone it next time right?" ask Raka.


"Oh yes sir, good papa let me delay first." replied Nia.


"It's good that I go first." Raka then walked towards Kesya's room.


"Why did Kesya become so lucky." Inner Nia.


In the Kesya room.


Raka walked into Kesya's room without permission, then sat in her front seat.


"You get to work when, it's lunch hour already" asked Raka.


"Why did you come here? this responsibility remains a little revision." Kesya's responsibility.


"Yes want ajakin you lunch dong. anyways you forget yes if you have a promise with Nia." Raka reminded.


"Yes, I forgot." Kesya hurried to close her laptop and take her bag.


"Wh-where are you going?" tanya Raka held Kesya's hand.


"You follow Nia dong." answered Kesya.


"Udah no need, mending now you come with me only. I've told him that your lunch is in cancel because you have to go with me." Answer Raka.


"came? where are we going, man?" ask Kesya.


"Udah come along. not much nanya." replied Raka then pulled Kesya's hand out of his room.


At the police station.


Fillia pushed the wheelchair, and Anis' mother held Fillia's hand.


"Thank you, son, you helped me. I do not know if there is no you how the fate of mother" said Ms. Anis.


"Same Ma'am, yaudah I'm calm yes, soon I'll be back to the mother's family." Fillia.


"Yes Alhamdulillah" said Ms. Anis.


then they made a report at the police station. Anis was interrogated.


After a long conversation with the police, the police were finally willing to take the mother back to her home. Fillia accompanied the mother until she reached her home.


The car stops at a luxury house with 3 floors.


a policeman knocked on the door of the house. A girl came out to greet him.


"Good day ma'am, is this really the home of Rasya's brother ?" ask the policeman.


"Right, what's wrong, sir?" ask a girl.


"What's this?" Ask a man named Rasia.


"Is Mother Anis really Rasya's sister's mother?" ask another one.


"Well, sir, has my mother been found?" ask Rasya.


"Yes we came to deliver him" replied a policeman.


Rasya then ran out and saw his mother waiting in the front yard.


"Momuuu" Rasya hugged his mother.


"Rasya, Alhamdulillah Nak finally I can still meet you. I thought I wouldn't see you." Said Anis' Mother.


"Mom, thank goodness I'm back." said the woman who opened the door.


"Vita, Thank God you've finally met, I'm so happy." Rasya.


"Oh yes, son, know this is Fillia who has already nolongin Mother" said Ms. Anis.


"Thank you for helping my mom." Rasya stretched out his hand.


"It's the same with me, I just do what I'm supposed to do." Fillia accepted the Rasya post.


"My name is Rasya, so what are you asking for in return?" ask Rasya.


"I'm Fillia, Oh no need. I sincerely nolong Bu Anis." replied Fillia.


Then Rasya saw the job application letter that Fillia brought.


"Yes, it's." Answer Fillia.


"You want to be an employee in my office? it just so happens that we are opening a vacancy." Rasya bargained.


"Alhamdulillah Mau Mas, I really want to." replied Fillia did not waste the opportunity.


In car.


"Where are we going Ka?" ask Kesya.


"We want a prewedding photo." replied Raka.


"Well, Prewedding. You serious?" ask Kesya.


"Seriously dong Key, we have to make an invitation immediately so we have to prewedding photos today" replied Raka.


"Why do you always do it all suddenly." protested Kesya


"I'm the one sat set sat set.so yes it's an impromptu all-rounder." replied Raka.


Their car stopped at a shooting building.


They got out of the car and met the owner of the building.


"Well before we start shooting, please try the dress first and then make up" she said.


"Yaudah Her choice of the best dress is yes mbak, price is not a problem." Answer Raka.


"Okay sir, we'll give you our best. Come with us." take the man to Kesya.


Kesya just follow and follow behind the stylist.


Waiting for Kesya to make up. Raka sat down while reading her gadget.


More than an hour Raka waited until he was bored. eventually the stylist came out from behind the curtains.


"Mbak Kesya, really beautiful." praise the stylist. Raka just smiled.


Then Kesya came out with grace.she looks very beautiful with a sweep of makeup and a very luxurious dress.


"How sir, are you satisfied with our service?" tanyakanya.


"It's good." answered Raka.


"Well now let's start the photo shoot" he said.


Raka followed and took Kesya. Because Kesya has trouble wearing a very long dress.


"Well let's start shooting ya" said one photographer.


Kesya and Raka look stiff, the photographer also intervened to adjust their position. They're dealing. Both of Raka's hands were placed behind Kesya's waist and both of Kesya's hands were placed on Raka's shoulders.


"Oh, look at each other, smile" said the photographer.


" You look beautiful." praised Raka.


"What you just realized is that I'm beautiful." Kesya bragged.


"It turns out you are very confident" said Raka laughing.


"Oh yes dong is clear, but that's the truth." Answer Kesya.


"How do you think I am? handsome is certainly." said Raka confidently.


"Self you are also too confident.I think you are ordinary." replied Kesya.


"So you think Ari is ordinary?" ask Raka.


"Ari is very handsome dong obviously he is my son." replied Kesya.


"Kalo Ari according to you handsome means I am also handsome dong. because Ari is a photocopian of me." said Raka triumphantly.


"Look, he looks like me." replied Kesya.


they continued to argue in whispers.


"Everyone knows he looks like me" Raka said.


"His son is like me. I'm his mother." Kesya Not accepted.


"I'm his father." Raka doesn't want to lose.


"It's good to change the pose" said the photographer.


seriate......