Genius Son My name is Aji
Palace House

"Biyan, don't you have a crush? your age is Biyan," asked Mama Cilla to her son, Biyan, when Yeti, Biyan's boyfriend had come home.

Biyan, just shut up and didn't answer the question from her mother, Mama Cilla. She was busy texting her boyfriend, who was still on the way home, because he couldn't take her home.

"Biyan!" shouted Mama Cilla, indeed the name of Biyan, because the person who was being spoken to actually did not hear and played with his cellphone.

"Hemmm... Why did you become like this? Ahhh, I don't think it out!" shouted Mama Cilla, who became upset and urinated on her own.

"I went to the room of Duku Ma," Biyan said to her mother, regardless of questions and calls from Mama Cilla.

Biyan who used to be quiet and obedient, was no longer visible. There is, a young man who is in love without using the terms and logic of reason. Maybe what people say is that love is blind, is being experienced by Biyan at this time.

Mama Cilla, so stunned alone on the living room sofa. He doesn't know what's going to happen next. "Mas, how is this your son?" cilla asked her own mother in her heart, complaining to her husband who was not home.

"Him, Madam."

The maid's aunt called out to Mama Cilla who was silent on the spot. The maid's aunt thought, Cilla's mama was dazed and unconscious. Moreover, when called, Mama Cilla also remained silent and did not reply.

"his. Madam!" call the maid's aunt again, while shaking Cilla's mama's hand.

"Eh, yes Bi. What's up?" ask mama Cilla, stammered. He who had just daydreamed, was shocked as his hand was in the swaying of the aunty maid.

"The lady's okay?" ask auntie to worry.

"Emhhh, it's okay Bi. Please make some warm tea, Bi," replied Mama Cilla, massaging her own forehead.

The aunty nodded, then moved from her place and walked towards the kitchen, to make some warm tea for Mama Cilla.

Mama Cilla's phone shook, because there was a phone coming in. Apparently, on the mobile phone screen is listed the name of her husband, papa Gilang.

..."Yes Mas."...

..."Are you at home, honey?"...

..."Yes, it's at home. Why?"...

..."Can you go to Jeny's house now?"...

..."What happened to Jeny Mas? He's okay, right?" ...

Mama Cilla panics when Papa Gilang asks her to go to Jeny's house. He thought if his son was in trouble.

..."There's nothing. I just want you to go there. Pity him himself. In addition to the task and there is no Elisha who can accompany him too, right?" ...

..."Yes Mas. I'll be there later."...

..."But if you're tired, it's okay to go there. Let Jeny be all I ask to come home."...

..."Yes, be careful later."...

..."Yes Mas."...

Click!

the phone connection is closed. Mama Cilla let out a long sigh and closed her eyes. He thought, Jeny is having trouble, so call his papa, and ask for company. This is not usually the case with Jeny.

"Why do problems come in alternately?" mama Cilla complained, leaning her head against the back of the sofa.

Before long, the maid's aunt came from the kitchen to bring her a warm tea from Mama Cilla's order. "This is it, warm tea_nya," said the aunt offering.

"Thank you Bi. Please tell the driver in the pavilion to take me to Jeny's house."

Aunty maid, just nod with the orders of her great mistress. Now, he did not return to the kitchen, but exited the house, then walked towards the pavilion that was next door, to inform the driver, if there was any duty for him.

Mama Cilla drank her tea sip by mouthful. He tried to calm down and think clearly in dealing with various problems that occur at this time. Especially the matter of his son, Biyan, whom he thought was abnormal.

*****

New Delhi airport, India.

The private plane, boarded by Elisha and Aji, has landed safely. They are both welcome to get off and directly get into the car that is ready to be on the side of the plane. Because the time they both arrived at the airport was already midnight, and there was special treatment for the private plane of the great lord Sangkoer Singh, so the airport had no one to interfere in the affairs of the plane.

"We do not perform procedures as an entrant, such as passport and visa checks or others?" asked Elisha to make sure. He must have been astonished by this special treatment.

"no need. Everything has been recorded in the special report on the airport from the plane, "Aji replied, looking up at the plane that looked very dashing at night.

Elisha, nod in understanding. She felt very amazed by the influence possessed by her husband's adoptive father. He thought he would meet a sultan or king in India later. But, there was fear in his heart as well. He felt that there was nothing, if it was related to the matter of matter.

"Sister. Will I be accepted into Sangkoer Singh's father's family?" asked Elisha to make sure. He looked worried, and it was clearly visible from the look on his face.

Aji clasped his wife's hand to calm her heart. He also actually has the same feeling, because when compared to the family of papa Gilang, the great lord Sangkoer Singh is still far above.

"It's okay. Dad's a good man. He would not look at his own daughter-in-law with one eye. Moreover, we came here also because of an invitation from him."

Elisha finally felt more relieved. She will try to be kind and will not embarrass her husband, Aji Putra.

The journey from the airport to Sangkoer Singh's father's palace, takes about forty-five minutes. And right now, the car they were riding in had just entered the outer gate of the house. There is still an entrance gate that connects with the main house.

"Away from the gate. Is it not tired of the helpers, if you have to go outside the house and return home again? It must have taken over a quarter of an hour." Elisa, just busy counting the travel time of the helpers in the big house like this palace, if there is a need to go outside. She shook her head as she asked her husband, "What should be like this, the houses of the rich in India?"

"Hi, why do you bother to think dear? We don't know what their culture is. We also do not know, what is the main reason for large, luxurious houses in India like this. Later, you will find many houses that are the same as the father's house in India. Even in Indonesia, rich people have also many who have a house like Sangkoer Singh's father, with many gates and doors that confuse their guests."

The answer given by her husband made Elisha nod. He became confused with the behavior of the rich, who spent his money to build a palace. In fact, the palace was sometimes even more unemployed because it was not inhabited.