Genius Child: Suddenly Mommy

Not Him!

The white Jazz stopped in front of Rose's rented house. The driver in it stared at the screen of the phone showing google maps that led his way there.

"Certainly no?" lady Park asked her husband who was sitting behind the wheel.

"True, according to the sharelok sent Arkan," replied Mr. Park while looking to the right while opening the car window. Staring at a row of small houses with the same size and paint—blue color. Not long after out the figure of Arkan from one of the small blue houses.

Arkan walked towards her, his face looking bright as he greeted her.

"Appa, Amma, how's your trip going? Must be a little hard, huh?" arkan then opened the car door for the two parents-in-law.

"Aigooo! How can there be such a narrow road in Jakarta?" Ms. Park complained while confirming her appearance. He looked at the small house in front of him. "That's Rose's house?" madam Park asked Arkan with a look of disbelief, she thought Rose's house was grand and grand, but her guess was wrong.

Arkan nodded slowly in response.

"Your castes are different!" grunts Mistress Park.

"Don't talk about caste in Indonesia!" tuan Park insists on his wife who equates Indonesian culture with Korean culture. "In Indonesia there are no caste differences as you mean!" continued Mr. Park with all his decisiveness, making his wife immediately silent.

But, in the heart of Mrs Park still not willing if Arkan married women are not equal. With a lazy step, she walked after Arkan and her husband who walked first into the small and narrow house.

Dashingly, Mr. Park entered the house, gave his greetings and greeted everyone there kindly and politely.

"Welcome, Mr and Mrs Park, let's join us" Gerry said back to his new arrival.

Sita's mother who was in the kitchen was surprised to hear the name 'Park'. It just so happened that the kitchen and the front room were not in the bulkhead, so Ibu Sita immediately looked back, staring at the figure of the man who had been incising wounds inside the chest. The plate he was holding slipped off, plunged to the floor, broke and shards of shard scattered there.

PYARS!!!

"No way! It's impossible." Sita's mother's lips continued to mutter the same word, both her eyes reddened withstanding the sadness as well as the tears that wanted to slide out. His chest rumbled like a bellow willing to war. His heart was breaking with pain, and a sense of tightness began to seep in and filled his chest cavity. The events of 20 years ago re-emerged in his mind, like a broken videotape and difficult to remove.

The earth he was treading felt unsteady, his body was dazed but quickly one of his hands was holding onto a wall not far from him.

"Mother!" Rose immediately stood up, approached the mother with feelings of anxiety and anxiety, then followed by Arkan.

Arkan crouched down and carefully picked up the broken plate and took the plastic bag tucked into the dish rack and put all the broken pieces into plastic, then check around the goods when there is debris left behind, afraid of hitting the legs.

Rose rubbed her mother's back gently. He woke his mother who looked surprised.

"Mom, is it okay? Mother why?" rose asked in succession, her voice panicking.

"I-mom is okay. Sorry, for messing things up, it looks like mom's blood sugar is back low, suddenly limp," Sita lied but sounded very convincing.

"Mother, maybe exhausted. Come on, get some rest." Arkan persuaded his future mother-in-law.

"No, I'm just here" Mother Sita refused, she didn't want to meet Mr. Park.

"Mother, don't be like this. Not good with his Arkan family" whispered Rose full of pleas.

Mother Sita let out a long sigh, trying to calm herself down before nodding her head.

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