Genius Son My name is Aji
Secrets of Sekar Mayangsari

Mayangsari. Famous as a gold jewelry designer and also several times won, in the competition in the field he occupied, in various events in America there, even to the European continent as well. Just incredible!

Sekar Mayangsari is a widow. She separated from her husband. Her husband was caught cheating on her with a younger girl, and it wasn't just once. Sekar finally could not stand it and filed a divorce lawsuit against her husband. Her husband, who was also having an affair with her, when she was still her lover Gilang Aji Saka, in Sidney, Australia when she was in college S2.

From the trace of Aji's search related to the identity of Sekar Mayangsari, that's the most important. Finally Aji tried to enter the system of gold jewelry company owned by Sekar Mayangsari, which is in America, through PT. Now the Jagad, and even more surprising things, finally known by Aji.

Apart from being a jewelry designer, it turns out that glamorous life is seen in the life of a Sekar Mayangsari, not only from the effort seen in the eyes of everyone. There are other jobs that are more profitable, and can also make it able to continue to survive in the country of Uncle Sam with luxury.

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Aji exited the room at about half ten in the morning. He looked for his mother into the living room, but did not meet. Aji looked up to the front porch, where she had been, but there was none. "Where is mama? There is no oma either." Aji muttered alone on the front porch.

Finally, Aji stepped towards the kitchen. There were two aunts there. "Sorry Aunt. Has anyone seen Aji's mom, or Oma Rossa?" ask Aji to the maid's aunt.

"It seems like it was with the big lady to the third floor den Aji," replied the maid's aunt whom Aji already knew, having often come to the apartment to help last week.

"Oh, thank you Auntie," said Aji, then turned towards the stairs.

Aji is on the third floor. He walked between the rooms. But he was confused, his mother and mother were in which room.

Aji tries to call her mom and oma, so they can answer. Thus, Aji would know where the two of them were.

"Mama..."

"Mom..."

It was still quiet and there was no sound against Aji's call. Continuing to step up, Aji called out to the two of them once more.

"Mama!"

"Geez!"

"Hi Honey! We're right here. The library."

That's the voice of her mom, Mami Rossa. It turned out that they were both in the end room and on the doorstep was a library inscription.

"Oh, this is what papa was telling you," Aji muttered in his heart.

Aji knocked on the door and entered without waiting for an answer from within. At the rectangular reading table and there were four seats, two different-aged women he was looking for, sitting side by side looking at the old photo album.

"See what Oma?" ask Aji to know.

"This is a picture of your father as a child. It turns out that it is not much different from you, dear" replied mami Rossa who seemed enthusiastic when telling Aji.

"Why are you crying?" aji asked confusedly, because he saw his mother who looked smiling but with watery eyes.

"Mama didn't cry. Mama's just moved, dear."

Cilla answered a question from Aji, her son by getting out of his seat and approaching Aji.

"You saw papa's pictures. There you can't quickly distinguish mana papa because everything is similar to you dear. It's worth it he was so sure first, even though the DNA test results were not out yet."

Aji heard the explanation of her mother, Cilla, by looking at the photo album that was given by her mother Rossa, her oma.

In the photo album that Aji saw, there were indeed some that were exactly the same as him. Just because it's been a while, so it looks different. But now Aji wants to know if there are still photos of Sekar Mayangsari, his former papa lover, stored in the family library.

"Omom. Can I look at the photos of my dad as a teenager or during school?"

Aji tried to find out from the photos. Who knows what he found on the social media account owned by Sekar Mayangsari, there is also in this room.

"Yes can. Just find it, honey! It's on the edge shelf near the window. If it's not wrong it's on the bottom shelf, so it's safe if you want to look around."

Mami Rossa allows and gives an explanation to Aji, her grandson. With pleasure, Aji got off her seat and stepped towards the place, where her mother Rossa had told her about the existence of photos of her father long ago.

With painstaking, Aji opened one by one the photos of the album. He deliberately stayed in place and did not bring the photos to the reading table, so that his mother and her omanya, did not know what he was doing at this time.

Apparently there are not many photos of Sekar Mayangsari. Even the picture is there because it is with many people. Aji did not find a picture of Sekar alone with his father, Gilang. He also did not find the same photo as Sekar posted on Siemoy's social media account.

The photos of Sekar who was with many people, many of whom had been damaged in the face with black markers. There is also a photo of a man who is the same condition as the photo of Sekar, his face in broken. Maybe it was his papa's job when he was angry, and didn't want to see the faces of people he hated.

Aji let out a long sigh and put back the photo albums she saw. There was nothing special about suspecting her father. Sekar's story is true. They both broke up a long time ago and there was no contact after that.

Aji is determined to stop all Sekar's plans from returning to his papa. He did not want to see his mother, Cilla, grieved, if he knew the existence of Sekar later.

Aji will also unmask Sekar without knowing his identity to the parties concerned so that Sekar's crime will be revealed immediately. The crimes committed by Sekar are very detrimental to the country and also the younger generation. This is a violation of the law in all countries, not just in Indonesia.

Aji went back to the reading table. He sat back as before. No expression nor comment.

"Have you met?" mami Rossa asked her granddaughter.

"Already," replied Aji shortly.

"Why not bring it here?" mami Rossa asked.

"There is nothing special" replied Aji, even he smiled mysteriously by opening the photo album earlier, a photo when his father was a child and holding a red marble jar like he had.