Not my Husband

IQ

"Sickness." she said, as Sazi treated the wound on the back of Rion's head. Injuries that are not deep, but make fresh blood that is quite a lot of flow.

"Basic! It's done.." said Sazi smiling.

The schoolkeeper suddenly came to bring them warm tea."Why not go home!? When it's time, it should go straight home..."

"Sorry, I forgot to bring an umbrella," Sazi replied smiling.

"If you?" ask her again to Rion.

"I want her umbrella. Because he happened to not carry an umbrella so I couldn't go home." Rion's unreasonable reply, made Sazi and the school guard could only sigh rudely.

"He's the dumbest student in the class, so it's only natural." Sazi frowned at his own temple, staring at the man's behavior that everyone avoided the most.

"I'm a fool, indeed" Rion smiled.

Until a car stops in front of the school shop, where they are currently. A man in neat clothes got out of the car, carrying a black umbrella."Young master.." he said lowered his head.

"Young master!?" muttered Sazi turned his head along with the school guard towards Rion.

"I'm not a young master, if I'm a rich man, there's no way I'd have trouble paying tuition." he replied laughing, silencing the driver's mouth, smothering him with his hands.

"What are you saying, just tell me I'm your sister" he whispered to his private driver, still keeping his mouth shut.

The big madam will beat me if she knows what you are doing. The driver murmured in her heart, holding back her frustration.

His mouth was released, as the driver gnashed his forehead."Poor sister who was born by my mother, please get into the car owned by your sister's employer who works as a driver," he said stiffly.

Rion pinched his own temple, sighing harshly."My brother does like to joke, he's a private driver of a rich family," he said laughing awkwardly.

Sazi began to drink a little of his warm tea."Go home first,"

"I'll wait for you here." The answer from him, fixated.

"But your brother, what if his employer finds out?" Sazi knitted his forehead.

"It's okay that her employer is overseas, and she has plenty of free time. Isn't that brother?" tanyanya turned to the driver to join in working together.

"Yes." he replied, looking down like a salute.

Damn boy.

The smell of warm fried food smelled, they began to eat it resisting the cold that hit the body. Sometimes Rion glanced at the prettiest girl in her class. Women are firm, fierce, independent and kind, different from themselves. It was a huge distance that was like a ravine.

Just a few moments the warm feeling was felt, eating fried food together in the heavy rain. The figure finally arrived too, when the rain had subsided riding a motor sport picked him up, the man Sazi had always loved.

The helmet was open, a handsome young man called out his name."Sazi, let's go home" he called for a helmet.

Sazi smiled, walked up to him a smart man, a beautiful face, that was Sazi's fiance, Dave. It really looks harmonious...

"Rion, I'm home first!" he hugged the young man's waist. Tightly, until the motor drove off the front area of the stall.

Rion's face seemed to smile, finally the woman called her name. Her tears flowed by him. First love? Maybe that's him, because this is what Rion followed him from junior high school.

Even his name was never called. Just a feather, that's the nickname of Sazi, because that's how it was. But now Rion? His name is truly remembered.

Fingers clenched, entering the car that would drive towards the grandmother's house. Rich? No, he's just the outer grandson of a conglomerate family. His father was a hauler in a sickly market.

While her mother young lady who left her status for love, with the words to the grandmother first, 'money does not matter, the important thing is we are together and love each other'.

But only lasting three years, the mother returned to her family, leaving her toddler son and husband, with different words 'I came home! Love cannot make you full!'

Hypocritical right? However, it was his mother who later married a one-child widower, an upper class man. Have everything, earn big. Immediately after marriage they had three daughters.

Why was Rion called to the family home? Of course, after a dozen years the grandmother was desperate. Only the son in the family will have the right to inherit, according to the will of the long-dead grandfather.

His mother had only sons, not her biological children, and three daughters from her second marriage. For this reason, Rion who lived for many years with his father was brought in by his grandmother.

The fat teenager's hands clenched, recalling every corner of the house filled with contempt. Even the waiter once insulted his father, when the father held him. Want to borrow money for her who has a fever with high temperatures.

All the things he will never forget. He lived a happy life with his father, even though he was below the poverty line.

However, there were things that he had not understood until now. His father wanted him to pretend to be stupid. Just so that the mother's husband doesn't harass her. So that the grandmother did not expect him to be the heir.

But still, gender and blood relations became the benchmark for the grandmother to bring her granddaughter back. The beginning of a disaster that will happen.

The car began to enter the spacious yard of the house. The leaves still look wet, the back door is opened by the driver. Doubtfully Rion stepped in, acting stupid was all he had to do later.

That fat, dull and stupid was enough so that the grandmother would not look at her expectantly anymore. So that his stepfather wouldn't threaten to kill him like he did when he was five.

This time Margaretha's mother wasn't there, not even her stepfather Gerald was there. Only the granny with gray hair wearing classy clothes looks graceful with a series of pearl necklaces of the best quality strung around her neck.

Staring towards his battered fat grandson, wearing a half-dry dirty uniform.

"Rion's? You why?" silvia (the grandmother) asked, staring at her grandson. His hands trembled trying to smile, is it true that this grandson was chosen as the next generation of his family?

In contrast to Jameson (son continued Margaretha), athletic, smart, authoritative, beautiful face.

"I? This was because there was a promotion to buy one free one, so I took two breads with the same taste, it turned out to be with two different flavors. I argued with the minimarket cashier then ran away, having left the money carrying the bread,"

"The cashier screamed, then I was beaten.." he said smiling, fat man with one eye bruised, head in bandage, some bruises on the arm. Tell him the stupid lies he made up.

Silvia had her own temple, how would the fate of the company bequeathed by generations if the next generation were like this?

"You have to learn to be more mature" said the grandmother.

"I'm an adult, I've even had wet dreams." she answered, holding back her embarrassment. But this must be done in order to live quietly with his father.

"Wet dreams, not maturity." The grandmother became more upset.

"Grandma's old, have you ever had a wet dream?" the words of his granddaughter that looked dumb.

"Wet dreams are for men only!! Women menstruate!! You didn't learn biology lessons!? Even Junior High knows!!" snapped grandma.

I know, when human reproductive organs are ready to breed. Then I will have a wet dream, and Sazi will have his period.

"I've been SMU, so I forgot the Junior High lesson, the book I've sold to scavengers as well. So that you can buy fried chicken." answers from him.

Absolutely outrageous, fat, troublemaker, stupid, what a sin it is to have a son's only grandson this stupid. Announcing to the media, he would only be ashamed of himself.

Therefore, only after this would he give up. Making the bloodless Jameson the sole heir to this family.

"It! Do it well!" he said he'd hand me some paper."If you can do it, grandma will pay your school arrears. Till the exam money!!"

"This what?" her question was staring at some strange questions on the paper.

"Questions for fools! If you can answer it Grandma will not call you here again." Silvia's reply was saturated looking at her grandson.

A few dozen minutes later, the whole question was answered by his grandson."Grandma's done, I'm coming home..."

"Em.." That's the only answer the grandmother who was busy reading the company files.

Rion walked away slowly, not suspecting a bit. Questions on paper are not questions in academia. The driver opened the door for her, to immediately drive her back to the slum.

The mansion was stared at for the last time, only hypocrites were there, he said.

***

Meanwhile Silvia was still focusing on the files that were piling up. Until a psychologist arrives."Big madam." he said bowed.

"That's the answer sheet, tell me what his IQ is, don't hesitate and don't cover it up. He's really a failure, if only 80 might be good.." he sneered.

A few minutes into the examination, the psychologist scrunched his forehead. Read one by one carefully, even the image test.

"Nyo.. big mistress.." she said hesitantly.

"Emm?" Sivia, grab a cup of green tea and drink it.

"IQ is 193" the psychologist answered.

Hrr....

The tea gushed, Silvia coughed at hearing it."The fool turned out to be a superior descendant with a high IQ? He's pretending to be stupid!?"

Seriate