The Blooming Lotus

Debates

Ms. Rahma paced back and forth in the living room with feelings of anxiety and held back her resentment at once. It's been eleven past forty-six minutes now, but there's no sign of any of the boarding kids.

It was not usual for Wenie to act out of bounds like this, as she recalled that even Wenie never once went to stay overnight at her friend's house.

Ms. Rahma again reached for her phone to call Wenie, but the subtle roar of the car engine stopped in front of the fence of the house first greeting her ears. He hurried out of the house to meet Wenie and prepared to spray anyone who was late in returning the child.

A tall, well-built man wearing a dark blue shirt with long sleeves rolled up, got out from behind the wheel and Wenie followed out of the passenger's front seat. He opened the back door and took out two large white plastic bags.

The man seemed to help bring her along while Wenie opened the gate that the boarding mother had not locked.

Ms. Rahma just stood still on the porch of the house with both arms folded on the chest watching those who were heading towards her with a cold look.

"Assalamallaikum, Mom. Sorry, I came home very late," Wenie said softly as she kissed the boarding mother's hand.

"Wallaikumsalam," replied Ms. Rahma while scanning Pras from top to bottom sharply. "Who is this man, Wen? What business was there until he dared to take the girls away late into the night?!"

"It—"

"Sorry, Mom. We didn't mean to go home this late, but since the streets are jammed, what can we do?" Pras said quickly when he saw Wenie was nervous.

"Include me Prasetyo, an old friend of Wenie's," Pras replied in a stern voice trying to be polite, slightly bowing without greeting the owner of the room.

"Oh, so you're Prasetyo?!" burping mom Rahma did not want to talk, she had been holding back the anger from earlier.

"I hope this doesn't happen again! Ah, no, no. I mean, you don't need to see Wenie anymore! I don't want your presence to have a bad impact on him. Understood?!!," he errs in annoyance.

"It's a pity that I can't promise that, ma'am," Pras replied straightforwardly, he had no intention of challenging but was also not about to budge.

"Whatchu mean? Not anything else you have dared to be disrespectful like this," sambar bu Rahma lured.

Pras smiled calmly at Rahma's increasingly inflamed mother.

"Mother .. yes, we're in. It's not good to hear the neighbors fuss," Wenie told the boarding house. "Mas, you can go home. Thanks for driving me."

"No, Wen. You can't see him anymore. I'm sure something like this will happen again later!" sergeant mom Rahma hard.

Pras did not feel daunted to face the sharp attitude of the boarding mother. "On this incident, I promise it won't happen again, ma'am."

"Omong empty. You know I wouldn't believe it!" reply mom Rahma. "Hurry up and get your feet up from here! And you, Wenie. My mother's rules are clear, right? I'm sure you know the risks," she told Wenie.

Wenie simply fell silent, lowered her head to endure the shame and regret at once. He could not think of anything facing the debate of the two people before him, feeling deadlocked.

"Enough, Mom! Please don't argue with Mom again, you know we're wrong" Wenie said bitterly. "Now go home."

"good. I'll leave if you ask," Pras casually said, Rahma's mother threw away her face. "I'll say goodbye first. Good night."

Without waiting for an answer he immediately turned out of the yard and closed the gate before spurring his car away.

He passed away feeling satisfied. Now he could feel happiness almost within his grasp again. Wenie was still like the girl she used to know, sweet yet somewhat timid, almost always easily dominated by her.

Even though sometimes fierce attitude like a wild cat comes out too if it is pressed and Pras likes it. A unique combination.

Pras endlessly boasted his happy smile, driving the car at a moderate pace until he arrived at his apartment in Cawang number.

An apartment that is not classified as luxurious but he feels suitable to live here, close to the main street of the city and the business center, facilitate mobility.

He planned to bring Wenie to live in this apartment later if the time was right. Re-start a long-buried special relationship with a fresh start with her beloved.

But actually it is only the wish of a Prasetyo who is contrary to the situation of Wenie now. He will never want to return to him even though he may have to go through many dramas like Indo's Siar soap operas.

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While Wenie was still facing trial by her boarding mother who suddenly sangar like a hen incubating eggs. Grumpy.

For the next fifteen minutes after Pras left, Wenie just silently listened to every advice and warning from Ms. Rahma, that she would never tolerate her mistakes again.

It was too late, he said. He does not want his boarding house to be the gossip material of people that the children boarding the princess at his house like to wander and go home at midnight.

Not to mention if the head of RT has spoken up, Rahma hated to imagine it. Wenie simply nodded and answered softly every word she spoke.

"Yes already. Now you go in the room and go to sleep! You just pissed me off these nights," said Ms. Rahma ending her talk.

"Yes, Mom. Again sorry Wenie. I promise you, next time I won't be home again" he replied. "Wenie sleeps first, ma'am," she said as she kissed the mother's hand, apologizing.

He climbed the stairs with a little relief, thankfully, Rahma did not throw him away at this time.

Can do his business.

Where else would he go in the middle of the night? There is no way he returned to the city that he had left two years ago or even stayed at Prasetyo's apartment. An ex-lover who's been acting silly, deliberately gets him in trouble.

It was furious that he remembered his Sunday night this time.

He slammed his tired body on the bed. Look at the ceiling of his room nervously. His drowsiness collapsed somewhere, it was also difficult to calm his mind at this time.

Various events throughout the afternoon flashed in his mind, then his memory stopped at the part where he was caught by doctor Frans was choosing a cellphone with Pras.

Oh my God, why is that so?! Tengsin really if until the handsome doctor was thinking I was a matre girl. Midnight street in the mall same guy, buy a new cell phone anyway. What does infotainment say?? Haaeeh, I hope he's not that bad at judging me ....

Then he went out of the room to go to the toilet, doing the ritual of cleaning before going to bed as usual.

Within ten minutes he finished his activities then rushed back to the room, because the atmosphere of the house was quiet made him feel a little horror.

Wenie changed her casual dress with a t-shirt and shorts, she would rather sleep in such a shirt than in pajamas as girls generally go to bed.

He took the time to see the message notification on his phone while intending to recharge the battery. Twelve o'clock past thirty-five minutes by now, then a whatsapp message from Frans came in.

'You're home, miss?'

'Already, doctor,' he replied five seconds later.

'good. It's past midnight, go to sleep. It is not good to stay up often.'

'yes. It's just going to bed, doc.'

Wenie thought for a while and then replied again, 'Thank you for saving me once again ...'

'No problem. But I suggest you don't get close to him. If possible avoid as much as possible.'

'Why? Does the doctor know anything?.'

'I can't explain it here, ' Frans replied. 'Oh yeah, you don't need to call me a doctor because I'm not chatting with a patient right now.'

Wenie grinfully read Doctor Frans' reply this time. So, what do you want to call it, try? Babang tamvan is ...

'Then what should I call?'

Frans' reply came in the next two minutes, 'Sleep, miss. We can talk about this next time. Good night.'

Instantly Wenie felt bete, even though she still wanted to linger chatting with the handsome doctor.

Lazily he pulled the blanket over his waist to rest his body and closed his eyes as the doctor Frans ordered.

Not feeling for a moment then he fell asleep into the dream with a line of smiles adorning his lips.