Genius Child: My Triplets Smart Kid
Father Kei's son?

"Mother!"

"Grandma!"

The two Kei toddlers were running around from the room honing their talents.

Kei was talking to Aunt Gin, had to stop because of that horrendous voice.

"What's Ann?"

"Why Al?" asked Kei and Aunt Gin simultaneously. The two young and old women were so curious about Anna and Alice that they came to hug the bodies of Kei and Aunt Gin.

"Di-dik, Andre ma," Anna spoke a trembling tone of fear. While pointing at the room as well as the space to hone their talents.

Kei and Aunt Gin looked at each other. Auntie Gin asked with her eyes. Kei shrugged his shoulders.

Aunt Gin held onto Alice's shoulder, Kei's second child, "What's up, aunt's grandson?"

"Dik-dik Andre, in-he's so scary!"

"Surprising?" Kei and Aunt Gin said the words together. Looking at each other, he asked, "What does that mean?"

Aunt Gin rubbed Alice's sweat-filled face, "Try telling grandma. Where's Andre, that ignorant aunt's grandson, hm," Aunt Gin calmed down.

Alice immediately pulled Aunt Gin's hand. Take her to the room where Anna's day is full and fair Alice does her activities.

Considering the neighbors don't like them, what can they do. Anna and Alice are two quiet twin girls unlike Andre the mischievous boy.

Following Kei who Anna brought along, Aunt Gin and Kei saw no one there.

"Why isn't there Andre, An? Where is he, Al?" Kei curious. Look around. But there was no Andre who had a sinister face as these two Kei twin daughters said.

"Ti-ti-don't know ma. An look with Alice's sister Andre's face is spooky! He surprised us!" I am Anna stammering for fear.

Kei looked back at Aunt Gin who was looking through the thick glass wall before them.

"Auntie saw what?"

Auntie Gin said nothing. But he pointed to one point without blinking. Kei was curious, also looking in that direction.

At the crossroads of the residential street there was a tall man, athletic. Carrying a child in his trunk.

The two men laughed at what was being said. Walking towards Kei's house.

Kei narrowed his eyes, his instincts saying that the boy was Andre, his ignorant son.

Then come out to make sure of his truth. Followed by Gin's aunt Alice and Anna, who were joined by Gin's aunt.

"Good morning madam Keina," said the friendly handsome-looking man dressed in a batik shirt and trousers in front of Kei.

Kei frowned, "Where do you know my name?" tanyanya.

"Your son Andre told me," the man smiled and extended a hand to Kei, "Include my name Samuel Aiguan. Just call Sam."

Seconds.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

No response. Kei stared at the sight of the only man who had come to this house after all this time.

Kei simply took his son's body coldly from the man, "What do you mean?" why Kei doesn't like this guy. Decided to raise the volume of his voice after tired of glaring at the man.

"T-no. I don't mean anything mistress," explained Sam briefly. "Your son quarreled in the park and I happened to pass by directly stopping their debate."

"Then you ask what for your great SERVICE!?"

"Why did you come here?"

"Your son's legs are limping because of a fall. I helped him bring her here because I'm sure that your son can't come home with a leg like that."

Kei raised the body of his son who had sat on the sofa, "Is it true as the uncle explained, son?"

Andre nodded.

Kei doesn't believe it. Make him have to deepen about this, "Son, try not to lie to mother," pinta Kei is very patient.

But Andre shook his head again, "No mother! Andre is not lying! That's right uncle Sam said. He saved Andre. Andre was beaten like an animal by Mother Wage. Hiks, hiks, hiks," said Andre out of fear. Ducking silently staring at his two hands that were holding each other. His body is shaking so much.

"Mother don't believe it! Mommy knows you're playing with the charade to convince you!" Kei stand. Scramble around the waist and turn the line of sight to the man named Sam.

Not saying anything, aunt Gin held Kei's shoulder, "Your son is still a child, Kei. He's your innocent little guy. Your words alone have made his body tremble violently. Look, don't you feel sorry for her?"

But Kei said nothing. Just silently glared at the extremely awkward man, bewildered by the gaze of the owner of the house.

Auntie Gin seems to have begun to grow angry with Kei's immoral behavior, "I know you have a dark time with men, Kei. But don't like making the new guy you know fear you even at first sight! Come, Kei. Be seated! Cool your emotions, immediately."

Auntie Gin pulled Kei's body onto the sofa. Immediately gave him a cold tea on the front desk of the sofa.

Her two daughters, Anna and Alice are on both sides of Kei. Auntie Gin left the two little girls beside her parents because Anna and Alice could definitely prevent her from returning to her emotions.

"Come in, come in. Mr. Sam. Sit here yes," please aunt Gin neutralize the condition.

"Thank you madam. But I'm going home. I still have a lot of work to do after this" said timid Sam.

"T-no! Don't hesitate. My daughter, Kei is like that. He has problems with men. That's why he's not being nice to you. Forgive me and my daughter yes sir."

"But…"

"Please sir. You must not leave before making peace with my daughter. I know my daughter is wrong. But I feel even more guilty if you don't accept my daughter's apology."

***

"It's my business card, ma'am," Sam laid down on the table face-to-face with Aunt Gin.

Auntie Gin instantly accepted and read it.

"I'm a director looking for a new actor–actor for a novel that has a lot of fans. And I guess your granddaughter is fitting for the story, Haru Biru C**Warm and cold love ."

Kei had long been silent turning his face away from the man. Degh's! He was so shocked by the man's expression.

"Haru Blue Love Warm and Cold?" now I saw the man sitting on the sofa beside her.

The man nodded.

"You...The director?" he hesitated a little.

"Yes, lady" replied the man.

"That's my work!" said heboh Kei.

Same same glaring. Kei and Sam…

Kei immediately opened the app in his phone. His work is based on his own true story to channel all emotions to the bastard man, biadap and deserve to go to hell!

A week ago he received a message from his editor if his work was chosen to be published as a soap opera. Who would have thought the director himself had come.

While Sam, he does not believe in meeting directly with the author of a work that he honestly admired. Every emotion is formed very precisely.

"I would like if your son, and perhaps you as the author, were the main character. Tomorrow I'll give you the letter of agreement, and it'll take you to the set."