I Love You Young Master

Chapter 17 | Jovan Victory

“SILVER! READY YET, RIGHT?? KOK, REALLY LONG!” jovin shouted impatiently. He, Aqilla, and Ely were ready to leave, but Jovan was still languishing in the room.

“SEPERTORY, DEK!” jovan shouted back from inside the room.

Today is the day that Jovan will take part in a national IT competition in Canada. Jovin, Aqilla, and Ely are going to drive the handsome boy. But, what awaited even later in the room.

Ceklek..

“OK, udah.” Jovan came out of the room in his official suit. White shirts, black suits, black material pants, and bow ties that match the mask that covers his face.

Why is Jovan wearing a mask?

That is because there is a possibility that this race will be televised. So, Aqilla had to cover the face of her son who was very similar to Mr. Rayhan so as not to be recognized. That's why Jovan wears a mask that covers the forehead to the nose— like a party mask.

Same with Jovin. Only, the mask is white mixed with pink with butterfly accents on top.

“Ish, really long, anyway!” gerutu Jovin was upset.

Jovan frowned. “Kan, Big brother in the race. Why is it Adek who sprained continuously sprained?” hernia.

Jovin snorted and folded his hands in front of his chest. “Adek was ready from earlier, but Big Brother is really old. In fact, yes, in the past Brother complained every Adek same mommy who kalo dandan long, but now even the old brother, huh,” Oceh Jovin with adorable accents.

Jovan chuckles. He rubbed his sister's head slowly, not wanting Jovin's hairdo to break and the little girl went back on a rampage. “Iya, yes, sorry. Sister wrong.”

“The brother is wrong! Hence, bla bla bla..”

Aqilla and Ely who had been loyal spectators could only remain silent, following the wishes of the twins who were babbling nonstop. But time keeps going. Both of them breathed heavily while shaking their heads.

Hadeh..when did he leave, huh?

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The IT competition is underway. Jovin, Aqilla, and Ely sat among the other spectators. While Jovan sat in the line of participants. Among all the enrollees, Jovan is the smallest. In fact, all of his opponents were adults.

But that doesn't scare Jovan. He was proud of his ability.

“Okay, let’s move on to the next participant. I call's.. Van!” exclaim the MC of the race.

Van, is Jovan's pseudonym. So, he advanced forward while carrying the tools of his creation. Boisterous applause echoed throughout the building hall. The most excited, anyway, is the Jovin.

“KAKR... YUHU... SPIRIT, BROTHER!” yell Jovin splashy.

Jovan looked at his enthusiastic brother in his chair. Aqilla waved, then gave a thumbs up, a sign that she was proud of her son.

“Hello everyone. I’m Van, I will demonstrate a tool I created called the Pin Robot,” said Jovan who is fluent in English. He put his creation device in front and activated it in front of everyone.

With as much clarity as possible, Jovan explained the advantages and disadvantages of his assistant robot. Whatever the tool can do, he explained it well. The jury and several famous businessmen present seemed amazed by Jovan's explanation.

In fact, Jovan also tells how he made the tool so that everyone is sure that this tool is really his creation. Fearfully, some do not believe that Jovan himself made this thing.

In fact, yes, this is not the first time Jovan entered the race. There are already some people who know the figure of Van.

“That’s my exploration. Thank you for your concern, Uncle, Aunty.” Jovan lowered his head politely, ending his explanation with thunderous applause from all spectators and judges. Then he handed his Robot Pin to the race committee— because that was the procedure.

“Great sister tools, yes, Mom?” jovin asked Aqilla for her opinion.

“Iya, Girl. It is great and useful for everyone. Especially for people with special needs,” said Aqilla.

The event continued with the next participants. Aqilla listened to all the tools well. If anything interested him, Aqilla wanted to buy it.

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“Now, we have come to the end of the event. The judges have determined the winner of the IT competition this time!” said the MC.

All participants are looking forward to the announcement. Moreover, Jovan who was sitting was constantly agitated since then. He occasionally looked at his family sitting among the spectators. By looking at them, Jovan could only feel calmer.

“The winner of this competition is..” The MC deliberately hung his speech, successfully making the participants and audience deg-degan.

“VAN WITH HIS PIN ROBOT!”

Jovan looked up quickly. Her smile was perfectly broad. He immediately stood on the chair and jumped up and down there. “Mommy! Van wins, Mom!” pekik Jovan happy.

The judges and the audience laughed in horror at Jovan's behavior. Some participants are the same. No one would have thought that the tiny body had a brilliant brain and had many ideas about the tools of the future.

Jovan receives trophies, certificates, and money as a gift from the jury. In fact, there are scholarships offered for Jovan.

After the gift handover, the closing event begins. Jovan has joined his family in the stands. He showed the trophy and the certificate to his mommy with pride.

“Jovan succeeded, Mom! Jovan made Mommy proud, right?”

Aqilla smiled gently. “Of course, Boy. You always make Mommy proud.”

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To celebrate the child's success, Aqilla brought the entire family to eat at the restaurant. And little Jovan insisted on treating them all. Unable to argue, Aqilla chose to give in.

“Does Brother want to take his scholarship?” ask Jovin curiously. At this time, the meal was over, leaving the twins who were spending ice cream as dessert.

Jovan muttered for a moment. “Sister is interested, anyway. But it depends on mommy. If mommy permission Brother, Brother want to.”

Because it was called his name, Aqilla mangosteen understood. “Let's Mommy think. You are still 6 years old, still a long time.”

Jovan grunts. He dislikes any mention of Aqilla's age, as if reminding himself that Jovan is just a child who is still immature. In fact, right, how mature a person is not determined by age, right?

But, right, Aqilla was not wrong either. You are a child, Jovanka Revalino Jonesa...

“Mom,” call Jovin.

“Hm?”

“Don't call age again, yes, Mom. These little things make a lot of money, you know. Mommy should be proud, right, sister?”

Jovan snapped a finger. “Agree.”

“Yes, yes, yes, you guys are the mini demon duo Mommy.”

^^^To be continuous...^^^