"Zayn, you are now eight years old. It's time for you to go to school, son. Where do you think you want to go to school?" Ayya asked Zayn, but his son pursed his lips instead. He then approached his mother.
"Umi, Zayn wants to go to school, but according to Zayn's abilities. Zayn doesn't want to go to school with kids my age, that's really boring." Zayn is now sulking.
"Okay Zayn, tomorrow we will go to a school that suits your abilities. We will ask for a test, then you will be placed in a class according to what you can. Are you happy honey?" Ayya stroked his son's head, Zayn nodded and immediately entered his room. He felt tired because he had just arrived, even though he was on a plane, but the journey from the airport to his house was also quite far.
"Brother, we should contact our friends who work in educational institutions. They can definitely help us." Ayya was talking to her husband, they started contacting some of their friends.
