Jarrel's Hatred of His Parents

That's Jarrel who always hated his parents. He hates it without reason. He hated that his parents were busy. Maybe for his parents, abundant wealth can make his only son happy. It is not so. What Jarrel needs is not only abundant wealth or a lot of money. He also, as a child, needs love from both parents.

"Yeah, I'll come down later, still not hungry!" he said, raising his voice again.

"Okay, Den Jarrel."

The household system has returned to its busy life. However, the child of his employer is still reluctant to leave his room. He is more often lazy when the weekend has arrived. For him, this is his time. Relaxing while doing a hobby that he likes makes him happier than having to meet his parents.

He had deliberately not come out of his room this morning. He was lazy if he had to see his parents were so busy. It is very difficult for him to talk or exchange ideas. It's as if his parents are like important people or celebrity artists whose time is very limited.

Jarrel has just finished a vampire-themed movie. This time the genre is a mix of horror, fantasy, romance, action, and thriller. Slightly darker than usual. It's just that he was a little disappointed with the hanging ending. Jarrel hopes there will be a sequel to the film he just watched.

After turning off the television screen, he fell back asleep even though he wasn't asleep. He was just too lazy to get out of his room. Especially now that he has graduated from junior high school, this is his time off.

What Jarrel still remembers is when on his graduation day and graduation, his parents did not have time to come. Yet he expected their presence. Sometimes he feels jealous of his friends if every time there is a school event that requires inviting parents, Jarrel's parents are always unable to attend. I had to be represented by the driver.

"Ah, they really can't be expected. Whatever it is, I'm too lazy to stay in this house for long," he complained, still lying on his soft mattress.

Both Jarrel's parents were successful businessmen. With a different line of business. His father from a young age has become a successful billionaire in the field of e-commerce while his mother also has her own business in the beauty sector, namely, a beauty salon & spa which has many branches in several cities in Indonesia.

Sometimes there are some of Jarrel's classmates are embarrassed to be friends with the son of a successful billionaire. Even though Jarrel has often said that his parents' wealth or success has nothing to do with him.

Because the day is getting late, Jarrel's stomach also needs food intake. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled like an alarm reminder for him. "Oh, I'm hungry," he groaned, clutching his stomach.

He just got up from his bed. Walked to the door of the toilet in the room. He wanted to urinate and clean himself before going to the dining room.

A few minutes later, he had finished showering and rushed downstairs. His private room is on the 2nd floor. Sometimes going up and downstairs makes him lazy. Usually, he always stocks a variety of snacks or soft drinks in his room. However, this time the stock of snacks had run out because he had just watched a movie.

Inside the room is like a 5-star hotel so luxurious. All the facilities are there. That's why he is lazy sometimes to leave the room just to meet his parents. He should play outside or stay in his room. That's the best choice.

Jarrel had arrived at the dining room, there were still leftovers from breakfast this morning. He opened the serving hood on the dining table. From there he knew that all this food had been reheated by Ms. Mira.

Without much thought, Jarrel immediately scooped the dish in front of him. He ate it voraciously. Finally, he can provide energy intake to his stomach.

"How about Den with the food? Do you want Bi Mira to make something else?" who is bi Mira asked.

"Ah, no need, Bi. I'm already full of this too," he said while chewing his late breakfast because it was already midday.

"Okay, Den. Yes, Auntie stays, Den. Oh yes, sir and madam said that Den Jarrel should not play far away. If possible, stay at home." Bi Mira conveyed the message to Jarrel's parents before he left the dining room.

Jarrel just cleared his throat. In his heart, he snorted in annoyance. "There are a lot of rules, you just stay at home for a while. You control people's lives too much." Jarrel finished his activities at the dining table. Luckily, he had finished his meal.

He went back upstairs to his room.

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Meanwhile, at a public hospital, Sekar and Andres entered the emergency room. There was Dreena who had just been examined by the medical team. After listening to all the diagnoses from the doctor, both of them looked gloomy and uninspired.

Just as they entered the room, Dreena immediately whined to call her parents. "Mom, Pa. I want to go home. I'm okay, right?"

Sekar smiled by forcing himself. "Yesah, you're just tired. You'll also be allowed to go home by the doctor. Yes, right, Pa?" Sekar glanced at her husband. Andres was confused to respond, he was clumsy to respond.

"Ah, yes, dear. Just a moment, wait for the doctor. We'll ask the doctor when you can go home," said Andres, looking nervous.

They shouldn't have to lie, but which parent would hurt their child's feelings? Neither Sekar nor Andres wanted to disappoint their only daughter when they found out about Dreena's true illness.

Not long after the doctor came along with a nurse, and he again checked Dreena's health condition. "Okay, your condition is getting better. It seems you don't need to be treated in this hospital," said the doctor while smiling a friendly smile at his patient.

Dreena and her parents were very happy to hear the doctor's story. "So I can go home now, Doc?" asked Dreena gleaming with joy.

The doctor nodded slowly and said, "Yes, Miss you can go home now."

"It's great, I can finally go home. Mom, Dad, I can go home now!" exclaimed Dreena enthusiastically.

However, Sekar and Andres looked unenthusiastic. It was clear on their faces the deep concern. Dreena realized that. "What are they thinking? Could it be that I'm actually ...." Dreena couldn't continue her words.

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