Genius Child: Suddenly Mommy

Rose's Request To Arkan

Mr. Park came home feeling sad. Sad that Mother Sita rejected him, even thinking he was dead. His heart hurt like it was pierced with thousands of needles.

“But, I deserve it,” muttered Mr. Park to himself while driving a car.

Such a great feeling of guilt, and the feeling of love for Mother Sita that is still in the heart, is, making Mr. Park become excited to approach Mother Sita to make up for all the guilt for his actions that for 20 years have abandoned his children and wife.

Mr. Park let out a long sigh while hitting the steering wheel of his car very strongly, as it stopped at a red light. He was angry at himself when he imagined how difficult and suffering Mother Sita had been.

“I am a cruel man. Should I get sorry from them?” muttered Mr. Park leaned his back against the car seat. His chest rose and fell as a sense of tightness again filled his chest cavity. He kneaded his temple while continuing to mumble the biggest mistake that had been the secret of his life. Yes, how can it not be a secret if he hides all this from his legal wife and his dead daughter.

Mr. Park returned to drive his car when the traffic signs had turned green. Mr. Park drove his car somewhere.

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Meanwhile, Rose and Arkan again argue when going to work.

“Hey, should you be home for what works again!” arkan said in an irritated tone to his future wife who broke into his car.

“What right do you forbid me?!” reply Rose no less annoyed, while glancing sharply Arkan.

“Of course I have the right to ban you because you are my future wife!” reply Arkan gripped tightly the steering wheel of his car. Arguing with Rose made his head boil. He was like a mountain ready to erupt.

“New candidate ‘kan .. so you have no right to arrange me, unless we are married and legally a married couple,” explained Rose, grunting annoyed.

“Can not one day just do not rebel. So it is a gentle and sweet woman!” Arkan shook his head, staring at Rose very annoyed. Tired of arguing, he finally drove his car out of the luxury home area, and his first goal this morning was to drive Rose to the workshop. Even though he had an important meeting that had to be delayed for a few minutes because he relented with his future wife.

“I prefer myself as I am,” Rose replied as she poked her lips.

“As far as you are! Basic bar-bar!” annoyed Arkan, glanced at the pretty Rose today, wearing torn jeans on the knee, green sock, and long hair in the ponytail. Her already pretty face from birth was not at all polished with make-up.

Arkan's lips covered a faint smile, for in silence he was left with the exact same beauty as his late wife.

“Remember Arkan, you mustn't fall in love with this bar-bar woman. Your love is only for your late wife.” Arkan suggested to himself not to fall in love with the charm of this woman sitting beside him.

“He's just a surrogate mother to Mika,” continued Arkan in the heart.

“You know where I work?” rose asked without turning her head as her gaze was currently focused outside the car window, staring at the streets of the capital that looked very crowded in the morning.

The sound of a simple horn on the streets of the city has become a natural thing during rush hour like this. In addition, congestion in the capital city has become the food of Jakarta residents who make them always want to precede each other to get to the destination quickly.

“I know all about you,” replied Arkan flatly, his gaze focused on the road ahead there.

“Wuihhh! Very cool, it turns out besides annoying, you are also a detective ya!” canda Rose, turned to Arkan with a sweet smile.

“Cih! Don't make fun of me!” cibir Arkan, glanced at Rose at a glance. He secretly gulped his saliva violently when he saw the sweet smile on those ripe lips.

“I hate my brain! You're filthy! Don't order me to kiss her!” arkan growled at himself while hitting his head slowly.

“Hey, what's wrong with you?” rose asked with an astonished look as she saw Arkan hit her own head.

Rose pinched her lips, she refocused her eyes on the streets of the capital.

Silent.

For a moment in the car was quiet, no one spoke at all. Arkan and Rose were busy with their thoughts.

In the end, the silence was broken when Rose spoke again.

“Arkan, is it true that you are a detective?” ask Rose in a soft voice.

Arkan raised next to his eyebrows, staring at Rose's gloomy-looking expression, “iya, I'm a great detective, why?” answer Arkan origin.

“Then can you find my father's whereabouts?” rose asked again, looking at Arkan full of supplications, putting on a face to pity him.

“Hei! Why is your face so annoying?!” Arkan clucked as he looked away, reluctant to look at the face of Rose who looked slashed.

“Come on, help me Arkan. You are a good man and a great detective, it must be very easy to find out about my father!” whinek Rose in a spoiled tone, pulled Arkan's left hand and hugged him tightly.

“I..iya! But, let go of my hand!” Arkan immediately pulled his hand that was held by Rose, he became nervous because accidentally his hand touched the twin mountain belonging to Rose that felt very chewy.

“Say your mother, your father is dead,” Arkan told his future wife. On the night of the application, Ms. Sita told her family that Rose's father had died while Rose was still in the womb.

“I'm not sure about it,” replied Rose.

“Why aren't you sure?” Arkan became even more curious.

“Because I never knew where my father's grave would be if he died, I never even knew my own father's name. Mom is always angry and sad if I ask about dad. Not even on my family card is my father's name listed. Do you think this is natural? I'm sure there's something that my mother has hidden,” explained Rose, vaporizing all the flavors that she's been craving herself.

“This is a little strange,” muttered Arkan, getting curious about this mystery. “Did your mother never let go of talking when you were angry or sad when you asked about your father?” ask Arkan, glancing at Rose who lowered her sad head.

Rose straightened her head, staring intensely at Arkan, trying to recall the incident where the mother let go talking about her father.

Both of Rose's eyes were perfectly patterned, when she managed to recall something.

“Ear! Mother was angry when I asked about Mr. Park, when she said Mr. Park was not my father, and the name of Park's surname tucked in my name was just a coincidence,” Rose told Arkan.

Hearing Rose's explanation, Arkan immediately braked his car suddenly, then looked at Rose's face which was exactly with his late wife.

“Stupid! Why don't I ever think that way!” Arkan cursed himself.

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Visual Rose's

Songfaces Arkan, but handsome 🤣🥰