The Blooming Lotus

Arrogant by Phone

Tonight Wenie felt herself unable to sleep, bored to fill the rest at home just by playing mobile phones until late at night.

The clock was already showing at half-twelve as he exited the room. No more boarding children gathered in the upper tv room and the lower floor was silent, the lights had been extinguished.

It looks like Rahma's mom is also asleep, then she goes back upstairs after taking a glass of cold milk from the refrigerator in the kitchen.

Wenie sat on the foam-lined wooden chair they used to relax on the balcony. It leapt its feet enjoying the caress of the night breeze blowing as breezy as it seemed to be carrying cloudy clouds up there.

His mind that was running around somewhere suddenly disbanded a WhatsApp phone call. From Prasetyo. He reluctantly raised it too after ignoring the first call that ended on its own.

"Hello ..." Wenie weakened her voice as if waking up from sleep.

"Hello, sweetheart. You haven't slept, have you?" tanya Pras softly.

"I just fell asleep, Mom. Still sleepy. What's up?"

Prasetyo suddenly felt impatient. "Hey, come on ... I know at this hour you usually haven't slept."

"That's it first, Mas ..." Wenie acted yawning. "Now I'm used to sleeping a little late."

"Then and now what's the difference? You are still you .." said Prasetyo trying to joke.

Wenie was silent reluctantly to respond, knowing that this conversation would radiate to something more sensitive.

"Just a moment, Wen," Prasetyo's pinta softened.

Wenie took a slow breath. "I'm sleepy, Mas. Tomorrow, yes, the phone ..."

Prasetyo still seduces her. "I promise not to last half an hour. Just stay with me for a minute ..."

"But my eyes are already sepet. Tomorrow just call again yes, Mas," Wenie refused once again.

"Wouldn't. Just try if you dare to hang up the phone .." Pras said, slowly but threateningly. "Tomorrow I'll send someone to pick you up here."

Wenie gasped and tried to find her voice. "Maos ..."

"Hm ..."

The girl was a bit goosebumps when she heard her sharp tone. "It's late at night, why don't you sleep?" asked Wenie lirih. "Tomorrow you have to work, right ..."

Prasetyo replied lazily, "What if I work tomorrow? Can't call you that ..."

Wenie exhaled softly, suppressing her voice so as not to sound annoyed even though she was honestly. "Yes, I mean ... But it's late, we should take a break."

"I don't need rest, I need you" Prasetyo replied quickly. "Here the temperature is quite cold, I'm even so hard to sleep, your curiosity continues ..."

Wenie was only speechless at the naughty tone, just her breath was faintly heard by Prasetyo.

"Sweetheart ..." call it heavy.

"Yes?" Wenie weakened her voice again.

Once again Prasetyo felt ignored. "I know you haven't slept yet" he urged.

"Hm .. Yes, Mas."

"Wen, after I get home from here I want to talk seriously," he said, trying to attract attention.

Behind the phone Wenie frowned confusedly. "What about?"

"On our relationship ..."

Oh, his mind just hooked up. "We've got nothing to do, Mas," Wenie replied quickly.

"I know, honey. That's why I want us to talk seriously. I want to build our relationship like it used to be .." Prasetyo.

Wenie's chest felt tight. "Mas, you're married. And I'm not a crazy girl either! After all, our relationship is long over, so please don't discuss it anymore" Wenie almost shouted.

"Hey, relax, baby. About it can be arranged, it's easy for me to divorce him .." he said lightly.

"Oh my God ..." Wenie closed her mouth in disbelief as to what she heard. "It looks like you said you were going to divorce your own wife, Mas," Wenie said wryly, her heart ached.

Prasetyo smiled obliquely. "I know better about my home, baby. So I can decide what action is right for me" he said in self-defense.

"For yourselves. Don't you think about the feelings of your wife and children? How very you, my dear."

"Sweetheart, don't argue with me about my household. You don't know the real story yet, do you?" prasetyo's voice sounded serious. "You don't even know why I used to leave you and Isti desperately terrorizing your family with meekness. Don't you think I don't know that!" the answer was almost angry.

Wenie could barely think, she tried to breathe normally but it felt like there was a lump of cotton in her throat at the moment. Fog started floating in his eyes. "Enough. Don't talk about it anymore, Mom. I've been sincere about it all," his voice began to tremble.

"Including the missing part of you?" prasetyo asked the circus, all the emotions that had been held for a long time seemed to overflow from his chest. "No, Wen! I can't lose it all, until now I feel I owe you and I'll take responsibility for it."

Wenie felt her heart sliced, not a single piece of past memories she wanted to remember about their relationship.

He took a deep breath. "Enough, Mom. Don't force yourself. Now that things are different, let us walk according to each other's choices. You used to choose like this, I can't refuse. Now let me live my own life."

Prasetyo. "I know, I'm wrong here. But give me a chance, Wen. If at that time I could have chosen, I really wouldn't have wanted to leave you and marry her ..."

"Do you remember, I used to tell you how I should get you."

"You have what you want, Mas" said Wenie hoarsely.

Prasetyo is again disturbed. "Not that, Wen! I seriously. I have to marry you anyway. No matter what!" tone hardens.

Wenie still held back the cries from being heard, while Prasetyo also felt a break in his heart. For a long time he endured the mental burden of his separation from Wenie, the simple girl he loved so much but now he even got rejected.

He vowed to right all the wrongs he had made, no matter what he faced. Wenie had to know, not only was she sick and disappointed, but she admitted that she was indeed a coward at the time. And now he had to fight, that was all he had in mind.

On the other hand, Wenie also still feels the quivering love that used to exist, but the feeling of disappointment, heartache, and fear overpower her subconscious after the events of the past. It's not easy to just pat.

He often can not control his feelings if faced with the charming sweet-faced man, so as much as possible he wants to avoid far away. But at the same time he felt weak and lame, even just to maintain his desire.

Oh my God, how is this? I don't want to hear anything else, just let him go. This is really painful for me, Wenie screamed inwardly.

"Mas .." call Wenie down, trying to ease Prasetyo's rampage across the street.

"Don't try to prevent me, Wen. Let me try, I'm sure we can still go back to how we used to be" he said stubbornly. "It's just a matter of time."

"Mas, listen to me. We can't talk about this on the phone. You're right, we'll have to talk seriously later," he persuaded slowly.

Prasetyo breathed a sigh of relief. "You really think that?" her lips were smiling little. "I know why I never doubted you in the first place, because you can always understand me, sweetheart ..."

Wenie wiped the rest of her tears. "Yes, Mas. But you better not expect more at this time. You know disappointment hurts."

"You don't forget, Wen. I also feel disappointment like you and I will never get used to it .." - denied Prasetyo quickly.

Wenie bit her lips small, enduring the pain that never went away in her heart.

"The more I'm disappointed the more I want to get back at it, you know?!" continued threatening.

"I know ..." Wenie relented, there was no point in constantly resisting the stubborn man. He slowly sipped his cold milk. "Can I sleep now?" whispered Wenie timid.

Prasetyo's face instantly softened, he was too much angry tonight. "Alright you can sleep, but on one condition .." he said meaningfully.

"What?"

"Give me one kiss."

The girl raised an eyebrow and looked at her phone confusedly. "Huh?"

"Do .." he urged.

Wenie still did not understand. "What does it mean ..."

"Just kiss. Just a distant kiss, what a hard ..."

"God! Mas .." - Wenie whined, she was embarrassed to have to act silly even though no one was looking.

"Hurry up!"

Wenie piqued her lips in annoyance. Prasetyo kept urging him to give kiss away.

"You don't want to? All right, then don't sleep. I'm still strong, keep you talking until morning."

I'm just maturing, how fussy you are, Wenie's mind is upset.

"Don't try to hang up the phone, baby ..." as if Prasetyo could read his mind.

"Eh, I .." His voice choked. It's terrifying for your instincts, Wenie shuddered.

"Let's do .. wait a minute? If I were there I'd take it straight from you, remember?" dark threat.

"I, mm ..." Wenie was still hesitating.

Prasetyo sharpen the ears. "Yes?"

"Muuac ..." Wenie clicked her original lips.

"I don't feel it" prasetyo said dissatisfied. "Do it clearly!"

Wenie looked at her phone irritatedly. "I'm sleepy, Mom," he twitched.

"Then kiss me properly," said Prasetyo still not want to let go.

He bit his lips to strengthen his heart. "Muach .. Good night, ma'am."

"Muuach too, dear. Good night, dream me .." Pras replied while holding a smile behind the phone.

"Hm .. Yes Mas," he muttered lazily and immediately disconnected the connection.

Without wasting any more time he immediately gulped down the rest of the milk and entered the room. Wenie poured down in annoyance, now she felt her fatigue growing. *D*Fucking phone base, why does it have to sound anyway, earlier?! If I didn't need you, I would have slammed you!

Wenie regretted, the next time she had to turn off her phone if it was bedtime. One more lesson he learned tonight. Then he took a deep breath while stretching his body slightly before finally falling asleep.