Genius Child: Possessive Father

School Donator

Darrel kept his focus on his paintings. Even the open door of the room did not make him turn around.

Darren came in and sat not far from Darrel. He took out his iPad, then played an online game.

The teacher had already sent Alula a message, if her two sons would come home late. He also tells me the reason.

"Have you come home?" Darrel asked, without turning his eyes to Darren.

"I don't know." Darren replied, continuing to focus on his online games.

Darrel clucking. He temporarily stopped his painting activities, then turned to the teacher.

"Mom gulu, did you fix Mom?"

"Yes, I told your mother."

The boy turned his head and began painting. While Darren, glanced at his sister for a moment, then refocused on his iPad.

In the office, Alula who had been held since earlier in the room looks not like. His face kept on bending. I don't know, he's scared if he's alone with Gara.

The phone shook making Alula grab it. A message from the teacher was immediately read.

"From who?" Ask Gara with his cold look.

"From Darren Darrel's teacher." Alula replied without looking at Gara.

"I asked with my mouth and eyes looking at you. Why do you only answer with your mouth, but your eyes don't see me?" Ask Gara, annoyed. He wanted Alula to look at him. If he does not remember being in the stage of breaking Alula's heart, maybe he has taken the phone and threw it away.

Hearing that, Alula lowered her head. "I'm sorry sir." Alula looked up, staring with frightened eyes.

For taking his breath. "Huufth, forget it! Tell me, what did the teacher send you?"

"Message if Darren and Darrel are gonna be home late today."

"Reason?"

"She asked Darrel to paint, for the souvenirs of the school's donors that come tomorrow."

Gara growled, hearing her son being told to do things outside of school.

"Who are they? How dare he send my son? This can't be allowed. Come on Alula, let's go to the twins' school! I have to pick them up. It's past the time to go home to school." Said Gara, pulling Alula's hand.

The woman followed the attraction of Gara. While almost at the door of the room, Alula held Gara's hand gently which pulled her. It made Gara stop his steps, and turned to look at Alula.

"Sa-I can walk alone sir." Because he let go of his hand, then walked parallel to Alula.

After arriving at the parking lot and riding in a car, Alula and Gara immediately headed to Darren and Darrel's school.

Alula looked at Gara. The man's face still showed anger.

Why does he look so angry?

With a feeling of fear, Alula opened her voice. "T-lord."

For looking. His cold gaze turned soft as he looked at Alula's frightened face. He did not want Alula to get away from him.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a softer voice, yet still sounded cold in Alula's ears.

"I beg you not to be angry! Don't fuss over this. Painting is both a skill as well as Darrel's ambition. Don't break. I'm sure, if Darrel wants it too. If not, he will refuse. There's also Darren. The boy knew what his sister wanted. He'll ban Darrel, if it's not good for Darrel."

For taking a breath. A smile appeared on Gara's lips, making Alula's heart beat faster than ever. Gara grabbed Alula's hand and grabbed her.

"I won't get angry, and I won't mess it up." Gara said, smiling and then looking back at the streets.

Car arrives at school. School fence not in lock. There are still many elementary school students studying.

"Good morning Mrs Alula, sir." A school guard greeting that immediately makes Gara grasps the possessive hand of Alula.

Because with a little faster pull Alula. He was not willing if the security guard stared at Alula longer.

"Excuse me ma'am, I want to see my son, Darren and Darrel." Alula told an elementary school teacher. He was sure, the teacher knew about the visit of the school donor.

"Oh, the twins? They're in the drawing room." Said Ma'am teacher, smiling flirtatiously at Gara. Made Gara look at him with a dislike look.

What the fuck is this woman? If I don't remember what I said to Alula, I've taught her a lesson.

"Let's show me the room." Said the teacher.

Alula and Gara follow the teacher to the drawing room. The door was pushed by the teacher. Make the people in the room look over, except Darrel. The boy had already moved to a place by the window because of the sultry.

"Dad? Mommy?" Darren scrunched his forehead.

"Good day, Miss Alula, good day sir." Sapa Bu the teacher who watches over Darrel.

The headmaster who was intending to see Darrel's painting, stopped and immediately bowed respectfully.

*T-sir Gara? Is he the owner of Grisam Group? Inner Mother the teacher who watched Darrel paint.

If he really is the master of Gara Emanuel Grisam, then I have done something flirty with him. Inner Mother the other teacher*.

"I want to pick up my son."

"Sorry sir, we didn't mean to tell Anank that..."

"Easy! No need to talk about it. Quickly find a chair for me and my wife to sit on."

Alula who heard it met in red. How could Gara say he was his wife that calm. There is nothing between them except for the child.

"Let's sir! Take a break in my room."

"Really Dad. A little more Darrel's done." Timpal Darren, set his sights on Darrel who was being serious.

Alula smiled. His son always forgets the surroundings when faced with a painting. But, Alula was curious about the face of the school's donor.

***

The clock kept going. The preparation of the school in welcoming the largest donor at the school, has reached one hundred percent.

Today, children are gathered in the school hall, to meet in person and listen to the welcome of school donors.

Darren, Darrel and Asya sat in the fourth row from the front. Their eyes were both staring towards the stage, preparing to watch the school donor give his speech.

"Good morning," the heavy voice echoed in the school hall. Make everyone present return his greetings.

He gave me two words. He gave her advice and hope for school.

"I hope this school will get better. And, thanks for the souvenirs. I really like it. The painting is amazing. I look younger than my age." Said Mr. Zarfan, the school donor, in a joking jest making those present chuckle.

"If there's a painter here, I'd like to thank that person directly." Meaningful next.

A slightly thin man walked up to Mr. Zarfan. He whispered something to Mr. Zarfan. Making the man who was almost sixty years old nod.

"I get information, if the painter is here. With respect, I invite her to stand here with me."

Hearing that, some people who knew about the painting immediately looked at Darrel. The boy got up and walked towards the stage. Leave an empty seat between Darren and Asya.

Asya looked at Darrel with an astonished look. While Darren, he turned to Asya. Asya never greeted him again. In Darren's eyes, the little girl only saw Darrel, not him.

With all the coldness, Darren moved to sit in Darrel's place. Next to Asya. I hope that the girl will greet him.

Darrel walked over to Zarfan. The old man was surprised to see a little boy who met him. In his mind, the painter was either a grown man or woman. Turns out he was wrong.

"Good morning." Darrel said, bowing his body. Mr. Zarfan also bowed back. When he looked up again, his eyes collided with Darrel's.

Deg.

His eyes remind me of Alula. Inner pak Zarfan. And what is this feeling? I felt the warmth while looking at him.

"Master?" Darrel's call blew his mind.

"Don't call me sir. Call me Grandpa!" Said mr. Zarfan. "Who's your name, son?"

"Dallels." Answer Darrel.

"Danhel?" Repeat mr. Zarfan.

"It's not Dallel but Dalle." Reload Darrel. The ones present in the hall, chuckled at the sight before them. The sight of Mr. Zarfan who looks confused by the name Darrel.

"Sorry sir, his name is Darrel." Said the skinny man to Mr. Zarfan.

"Oh Darrell. Ii'm sorry. So, you can't pronounce the letter R?" Darrel nodded. Mr. Zarfan smiled at him.

"Thank you for painting my face so well. Your painting is perfect. To be honest, I thought if the one who painted this was a man or a woman. Turns out I was wrong. You're so young to paint this good." Said mr. Zarfan.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

After a thank you and welcome from Mr. Zarfan, the event continues until its completion. The people present slowly left the hall.

"Darrell!" The call stopped Darrel and Darren. Mr. Zarfan who called him, again surprised to see another who looks like Darrel.

"Grandfather. This is Dallel's sister. His name is Dallen." Darrel.

"Greetings. I'm Darren, Kek." Darren said, bowing.

"Greetings, too." Reply mr. Zarfan.

Mr. Zarfan was wondering a little about Darren and Darrel. After that, they separated when Mr. Zarfan's car arrived. Before long, Darren and Darrel are picked up by Gio.