My Father's Genius Son Is Very Handsome And Rich

eps1.45 The Main Figure of the Genius

"**Mommy**...!"

"Well....! what's up, dear Jhonson?"

"Son's already decided to take up medical studies."

"Yes...." Arzana jumped off the couch where she was sitting and threw a magazine in her hand, approached Jhonson at his study table, "What about your dreams?"

"I can still open a business after graduating from medicine, I want to heal others, it hurts so much to see our loved ones hurt..." He looked at his adoptive mother with hope. "I don't want the same thing to happen to someone else's mother, I don't want any other child to be forgotten by her mother." Those little eyes glazed over and then dripped onto the pain in his heart, the sadness he held himself in was now overflowing among the tears.

Arzana immediately hugged her little son "Well whatever your sister's dream, do your best, mom will continue to support you" Rubbed her face soaked in tears. " Mom will remember you and sister again, believe me on**mami**!" Seraya kissed his forehead.

Jonathan hugged his crying sister and mother, they filled the room with tears "Sister still has me here.. Let's make mom remember us **again**!" as Arzana's power crumbles, she embraces the two little angels, they are genius children, but they are also still children who really need a mother figure.

"Alright now we study together, so that you can get into medical university."

" mommy... "Ejecting a sheet of documents with a logo and official stamp of statehood "This is an official letter stating that brother passed the top level Exam..." Arzana's eyes widened "Sister will enter university after brother enters 11thn!"

"Really....! " Turning through the document with disbelief, the child who had not even turned 8 years old was able to pass the national examination of High School level "The child of mami is really a genius, he said, Then what will you do for three years to wait?"

"I'm going to the company to study business with grandpa." Showing a proud smile her innocent eyes were filled with dreams,

"My brother is the best...!!" Hugging Jhonson proud.

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"Am I an evil mother....? I forgot them??" Without them noticing, when they were talking about the image that had forgotten them. The image was still standing on the outside of the room door, she heard all the complaining in her children's hearts. The image turned around, dashing down the stairs quickly, the stairs shut their mouths so that their cries could not be heard.

Reza who was just about to go upstairs saw his wife coming down in a hurry "Partra....!!" Holding back his unsteady steps fearing he would plunge down the stairs "what happened to you? why are you crying ?" Immediately the muscular strapping body hugged him.

"How is this.... what should I do??.. This is also not what I want!" Puzzleful.

Reza quickly carried her out, Citra curled up her cries in Reza's arms. Arriving at the garden of the house Reza lowered Citra slowly, rubbing her cheeks that were still full of rivers of tears.

"Say what makes you sad?" Staring at the image full of questions, concerns clearly visible in the eyes of the man, how not the image that has just recovered now his energy drained again because of too much crying.

"It's not your fault.so the kids will be fine!". Smacking her forehead "Do you know if the kids are tougher than we think" Reza told the story of the kids hugging her. "I'm lucky to have you and the kids, do you know if the kids can't sleep two nights just to keep you company?" The image looks up to see Reza's sparkling face telling her children. "yes... they are tough if it's dealing with your situation?"

"***What's wrong with me?"

"Before you have lost your memory, you have been sick for two days in the hospital, as long as you are unconscious the children are faithfully accompanying you***?" Reza changed the story a little about what happened so that Citra no longer remembers about the dark events that happened to her.

"They're the best...." The image felt itself useless "What should I do?" Crying in Reza's arms, the tighter her hands clasped Reza's shoulders.

"cummer ...." Sighing her breath "The fairy mother can also cry...." Caressing the long black hair of the image, releasing his embrace, the two burly hands were holding onto the small image face, their eyes looking at each other. "Even though you can't remember them. Try to be that figure as usual, try to accept them in your heart. Maybe you'll enjoy your role as a mother and gradually your memory will return." Citra just nodded hearing the advice of the beautiful man, his embrace, his words, his smile made the image feel calm and comfortable. The love that was already in his heart was now more turbulent.

"Maybe this is a reward for my lost memories, God sent this cold yet warm male figure to me." He said in his heart....

"***Care ... !"

"Where???"

"Meeting children***."

Reza clasped her little hand, the image following Reza's steps towards the children's room, along the way she tried to strengthen her heart.

Suddenly his steps stopped "Wait..." Withholding Reza's move "Do we have chocolate stock? I'll make a cake for the kids."

Smrik "All right, I'll help you, we're going to the back kitchen."

Their steps turn towards the kitchen, feeling guilty the image of wanting to try to repair his relationship with the children.

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