Second-Chance Genius Child

AGKK Chapter 11 - The Shellfish

"Dear, after Alena's healed let's do everything Alena's been trying to do" I replied, I found no answer other than this.

Especially if you remember all this time Alena never played as she should. He wanted to run but just one step he took his heart was already beating want to break, suddenly claustrophobic whack and make him stopp to take the fast step.

Alena can never play. I don't want to break happiness by explaining more detailed things about me and Haris.

That's why I gave an answer that could keep a smile on Alena's lips.

Look, now the beautiful boy is smiling so sweetly.

God, I said in my heart.

Alena and I talked to each other, teasing each other until finally came Doctor Anton who was about to inject drugs in Alena's infusion tube.

I sat down and sat on the side of the bed beside my son.

"Tumben's the doctor who came, usually the nurse," I said and made Anton smile.

"Because it's a service for VIP patients, ma'am," replied doctor Anton later, making me smile clumsily.

I shouldn't have to ask any more for sure this is all because of Haris.

Not long after Alena was injected with drugs, my little girl became sleepy.

"Father," said Alena.

"Alena wants Papa's company?" I asked anyway and this sweet boy nodded his head. It is only natural that now he always wants to see the face of the father. Meeting after 6 years of time passed must be very difficult to make up for longing. In the beginning like this, you always want to be together.

I don't feel jealous in the least, I'm just happy that Alena has a father now. It is even more fun to see the two love each other sincerely.

"Well, mama will call papa to Alena," I replied, before leaving I kissed my son's forehead first.

Then step on foot quickly to get out. "Mas" called me to the Haris who was sitting in the middle room.

He who was focused on his phone turned his head towards me quickly, also immediately got up until we faced each other. "What's up?!" ask Mas Haris with a look of anxious face.

Why is he exaggerating like this? There is nothing urgent.

"Sorry Mas, but Alena is sleepy and she wants to sleep accompanied by Haris," I replied among the clumsy smiles I engraved.

Then I saw him slowly breathing out, as if relieved that nothing was important.

"Alright," replied Mas Haris briefly.

"Sorry Mas_," I said again to make his step pause, "I'm permission for a moment, want to take the bike at the Mas Haris house," said I. Leaving the bike there made me feel uneasy.

The bike was not mine, but it had a neighbor who was fortunately very good to me and my mother. We were released to wear it.

Mas Haris did not immediately reply, instead looking at me with an inexplicable look. I can't explain it.

"Later, after Alena sleeps we go together. I also want to go home for a while," he replied in a voice that sounded cold in my ear. The warmth he had was indeed only intended for Alena.

I really, really want to refuse to go together. Being in a car with him makes it hard to breathe. I better get on the bus.

But instead of shaking my head, my head nodded small.

I couldn't argue with her, especially Alena was waiting for her papa to come.

And after I nodded, Haris went to our son's room.

"Huh," I threw out my coarse breath, then gulped roughly as well.

"Where's mom?" I muttered then when I didn't see my mother anywhere.

"Mom" called me and my mother turned.

"Eh Nduk, mom again massaged this lo. Haris who called his masseuse," explained the mother, now every mention of the name mas Haris always smiling lips.

"Siang Mbak," said the masseur.

"Yes Bude," I replied with a slightly nodding head.

"Mom, I'll be gone for a while, yeah, take the bike. Yesterday I missed at the Haris house" I said.

"Yes Nin, later the mother will take care of Alena," he replied.

"I'm out, right?"

"Yes" answered my mother.

Get out, I'm confused where I'm going. Want to sit in the middle room but also curious what did mas Haris to put Alena to sleep. So I decided to just take a peek.

Slowly I stepped my feet towards there, I pressed once on the wall so as not to be caught. Then I saw Mr. Haris gently stroking the top of Alena's head.

It turns out that not only is Haris silent, but he also tells a fairy tale about a beautiful princess and a handsome prince.

How can mas Haris eloquently tell the story, even though he did not have children. In my mind, I still feel like telling a fairy tale without seeing a book like that, but Haris is very smooth.

Oh, God, why do I compare Haris with me, obviously different. Mas Haris is smart not playing, while my brain suddenly blunted after not working. Inner again.

When I saw Haris getting up from his seat, I hurriedly turned around and headed towards the living room with my toes. Don't let my run make a sound, if I can feel like I want to fly.

My heart beats in fear of being discovered, deg deg! Deg! Very quick to beat.

Astaghfirullahaladzim, like a thief! my own curse in my heart.

Then sit rough on the sofa in the middle room. Keep trying to neutralize my own heartbeat.

"Pamit me, we go now" said Mas Haris suddenly. His speech was also hasty, like wanting to quickly leave.

"Okay, my mother" answered me obediently, when she wanted to be fast I must not be slow, I must compensate for all her movements.

After saying goodbye to my mother, we left. Mas Haris walked in front while I followed behind. This kind of situation made me immediately remember the past, when I was still his secretary.

Huh! I quietly exhaled again violently, when I realized that I had destroyed our good relationship.

I'm the culprit.

"Sit in front" said Mas Haris as we reached his car.

"Okay," I replied obediently and firmly.

I also directly installed the seat belt when Mas Haris started the car engine.

But shit, when I pulled that belt, it wouldn't come down. Yesterday I didn't get to wear this seat belt. Makes Mas Haris so look at me.

"Can't you?" ask her with cold eyes.

"Can, Mas," I replied sure. I pulled the belt back strongly, but it felt even more pertinent.

O Allah. Batinku. And the next second I saw Haris approaching, helping me wear the seat belt.

The deg!