Me And My Genius Child
The Power of Prayer

My son does it really Abi he looks very different to the crown prince clothes muttered Devan.

At this time Devan's body turned into a little dwarf he was standing next to the snake's white snake helping Devan not to be seen by the Father.

Abi walked up to the Goddess who greeted him with a sweet smile.

Semantara Willim who saw Abi wearing royal clothes was shocked in her mind asking could Abi be the owner of the magnificent palace that was in front of them at this time. But his Heart strongly rejects the prejudices and questions that are in his mind.

You are right Mr. Willim Abi owns this place" Yusuf said with his Flat face.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" great-grandson Willim.

"No need to be surprised, don't you know my voice." Sahut Yusuf returned with a tone of voice that was so well known by Willim.

Willim's face turned deathly pale he was so familiar with the voice of his twin brother and he was also so hated by the voice that reminded him of the affection of his parents for different brothers with him.

Abi and Dewi looked at each other and looked for the right place to sit and watch the appointment. These two Risa children had indeed devised such a plan to surprise Willim including teaching the Father to perform a show mimicking the voice of the Grandfather.

"Why Willim, where is the sick I will help you" Yusuf said with a sad and dead face.

"I didn't think Dad had pent-up talent." muttered the Goddess.

"Sutttttt don't be noisy." said Abi.

"Don't approach me." said Willim inching backwards but fatefully he actually felt pain hit by the thorns of roses.

"Be careful Will you're hurt stop let me treat your wounds." Yusuf shouted with a worried face..

The memory of the past seems to repeat itself where the father prefers Marcello to study the books left by their ancestors as the next generation of successors.

" No Marcello stop there enough you don't need to pay attention to me and don't pity me anymore like you used to when it comes to taking our parents' hearts." screeched Willim in a loud voice as if forgetting the pain in his legs at this moment the heartache was much greater.

" You misunderstood Will, I never intended to be superior to you, I was worried and worried when you hurt us brothers of course I don't want you to get hurt." sergeant Yusuf with Marcello's Tone.

"Stop your bullshit, I hate you Marcello you and Dad my same mother you are the one who ruined my dream my life My front mass you made me a heartless demon, you are the one to blame." - Willim.

"I'm sorry Willim you should know how I've always stood up for you and praised you in the presence of both our parents, I've always tried to cover up your mistakes but what I can do is just a normal human Will, our parents were not blind he saw all of you later." said Joseph who was either aware or not he was like dragged into the mass and saw all the events that befell the father.

" You lied you Marcello you lied." cried Willim with eyes fixed on Joseph clearly he saw Joseph's face turned into Marcello's face.

"Why did you rise from the grave did the two children help you" Willim pointed to Abi and Dewi.

"No, they have nothing to do with me being given the chance to meet you explaining our understanding."

"There's no misunderstanding Marcello all the obvious and real evidence is also visible." Willim said loudly.

" Willim recalled his past mass. It's just your trickery so I don't get angry and disappointed." Willim replied by showing his taxicab face.

" That's your fault Willim you always think badly of others until you have your own conclusions without even hearing what others say."

Abi Dewi and Devan listened to each other's ears without anyone wanting to interrupt.

Elsewhere Sinta fought two shamans with knowledge if the self he had though many times fell down but his determination never receded he rose and fought again and again to the point lowest.

Ka Sinta this world does not belong to us body is also not ours rigid and health that we have all belong to God resigned and rely only on him advice Abi spinning like a broken cassette in the head of Sinta.

Sinta closed her eyes remembering all her sins asking for forgiveness and asking for help with a sincere heart.

Suddenly the sound of lightning sounded so loud accompanied by strong winds.

"What happened" said one of the shamans he held firmly on the tree so as not to fly carried away by the wind.

"Heiiii miss who are you?" ask the thick-moustached shaman.

Sinta did not answer he dissolved in his prayer.

The two shamans could not attack Sinta anymore in addition to tired of their energy was also drained because they avoided knowledge if Sinta's self was not able to be seen one eye.

Sinta took her breath in opening her eyes slowly she saw the two shamans were fixated on the spot seeing the sky turn dark black clouds gathering as if preparing to rain down.

Dor....... Dor.....

Two thunderbolts struck the tree that was being held by the shamans immediately split into two parts and collapsed.

The two shamans did not have time to escape they were crushed by a tree and desperately tried to get out the tree that clamped the bodies of both.

Sinta came like a hero with ease he scooped the tree without feeling the weight as if moving a tree branch.

Sinta's sharp procedures made the two shamans bargidik rain fell heavily but Sinta did not move from his place.

Although already injured the two shamans were not willing to give up also the shackles that tied the neck of the two felt much more painful.

Both of them combined forces to prepare for the final attack and a great risk they had to bear if they did not succeed.

The rain suddenly stopped as it gave pause for the two shamans to form a Giant fireball and immediately charged into the direction of Sinta.

Not avoiding Sinta staring at the black clouds that seemed to be an umbrella for him with all his humility he resigned only to the ruler and the owner of life.