My Choice of Woman

Episode 98's

The falling hydrometeor particles soaking up planet Earth made the air feel humid and cold tonight. A girl with pony hair was running through a narrow alley to get to her house. The girl ignored the water that was coming down soaking her body. He no longer cared about the cold that reached his bones.

He walked with footsteps whose rhythm accelerated. The goal now is just to get home quickly. There is a feeling in the heart that bad people are threatening their families. The feeling was getting dag dig dug rhythmanya when the distance of his house is getting closer. The air was very thin making him breathless, very minimal oxygen once entered his chest cavity.

The whisper of the girl's heart was true. Now he saw that his house had been satronized by some middle-aged man who asked the girl the other day to become his fourth wife. He hurriedly entered the house, breaking through several ferocious-looking and muscular men who stood covering the main entrance of his house.

The girl saw her battered father being beaten up and her sister Reno crying in the corner of the room with a frightened look on her face. This made the girl's anger stir. He dislikes conditions in which his family is distressed and frightened. His pair of eyes were sharp, his hands clenched ready to punch the middle-aged man in the face.

“How to? You can't pay off your father's debt ‘kan?” The middle-aged man laughed in satisfaction, he felt his winning edge open.

“So, you must be willing to be my fourth wife,”.

“Please, Sir. Don't make my son your wife, Mr.” Mr. Budi bent his knees begging the middle-aged man not to take his daughter.

Kinnanti did not like that sight. Forced he had to use money from Naresh that he left in his sling bag. Only money can be used now, there is no other choice. This meant that Kinanti had to surrender to Naresh immediately.

“Enough Dad! You don't have to beg like that! I'll pay off all that debt!” Kinanti hurried to pick up her sling bag that was in her room. To be honest this money was enough to end the suffering of his family.

Kinanti back, he brought twenty bill of red money with a nominal hundreds of thousands. He threw it at the table. “I think this money is enough to pay all our debts. Please take it and go from here!”

The middle-aged man fell silent, in his heart raging violently. He was sure that he would make Kinanti his fourth wife. Then he took the money and put it in a bag. Although the middle-aged man could not feel the virgin blood but this money was no less tempting for him.

“If from the first like this ‘kan delicious, no need to be difficult to charge.” The middle-aged man laughed and left the Kinanti house.

Since tonight he has been bound by his agreement with Naresh. But the price paid is very commensurate, now his family is free with the entanglement of this suffering. Kinanti did not know if this agreement could be said to be good? Or rather this is plunging. But let this body and heart bear all.

“How can you earn that much money Kinanti? Answer Father!”

“I ...”Finally, Kinanti told her father everything.

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Tonight the moon is choppy in the other hemisphere. The clouds seem unpretentious to let the moon mother display her bin. The soft light reflected off there was a pond filled with lotus plants. Someone was sitting on the side of the collar with a chair in particular. He really enjoyed this atmosphere. Very soothing for him, he could smile at the reflection of the moon.

“Has she slept?” ask someone sitting in a special chair facing the lotus-filled pool. Of course in that place, he was not alone. There are five khadams ready to help him.

“Already, Mr.” One of the Khadams answered him.

“Has Brother returned?” someone called the master asked back.

“Sorry, you mean Mr Yori?” one of the khadam made sure.

“Iya, has he gone home?”

“Already, Mr.”

The one called Master widened his slightly adorable eyes. He wanted to see his gomp the moon from the reflection of a pond filled with flowers. There was a sense of loneliness coming from within him. There is a longing that he wants to convey to someone, that is why he grows seroja in the pond.

Lotus flower has scientific name Nelumbo Nucifera other scientific name is Nelumbium Nelumbo, Nelumbo Specesiosa, Nelumblum Specium. In Indonesia it is known as Seroja flower, while the better known names in the world are Scared Water Lotus, Scaret Lotus or Chinese Arowroot, and many more. This flower grows in mud and blooms on water.

Overall this flower has a fragrant aroma and a towering body on the surface of the water with leaves that widen parallel to the water. The length of the stalk depends on the depth of the water, ranging from 20 cm to 200 cm in long round shape. The diameter of the flower varies depending on the type, ranging from 10 cm to double.

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Two small children were seen on the edge of a shallow pool. One of the little ones had a tall stature, was strong and was also intelligent. But it is inversely proportional to a small child who is sitting in a chair that is made specifically. His body is small and frail. He had a pale white face as if he had never been exposed to the sunlight. They are brother and sister.

Seen a sister who was confused with her brother who brought plant seeds. With curiosity filled with the sister trying to ask the sister, “Tanlan what is it?” he pointed at her with his index finger.

“This is Seroja flowers,” replied the brother.

“Why do you like this flower?” the sister asked again.

The elder brother had not answered, he was still busy planting seedlings of seroja flowers at the bottom of the muddy pond. For now, the shape of the lotus flower is not yet visible, but the brother still wants to plant it.

“This is the flower that most sisters like. Seroja is a flower that captivates mankind, she grows towering in the mud. If I want to be a Seroja who can grow among the miseries of life, can live among the wounds that have been felt. Like a blooming seroja has beauty, simplicity and happiness higher than sadness.”

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The person sighed, the reminiscing effort had penetrated into the mind. To be honest, he missed that a lot. He misses Naresh's brother when he lives side by side and loves each other.

“May we be destined to live like seroja.”

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