The Blooming Lotus

Feckless

Several days had passed since Frans desperately kissed Wenie on the forehead that night, leaving a sweet memory in the hearts of the two.

Now Wenie began to get excited again to live her day and a little forget the threat of Pras the other day. He doesn't want to worry right now and is trying to enjoy his life.

But apparently the calm did not last long, the dark side of the past was not about to release its grip from Wenie's fate.

A pictorial message entered his phone while he was changing his work clothes with a nightgown.

'This is how you do behind my back, sweeheart?!' pras wrote in a photo that appeared to him while eating at a restaurant with Frans.

Not to mention Wenie had time to reply, following the next photo entry when Frans kissed her forehead. It looks like the photo was shot a few meters from the left side of Frans, but every detail is clear.

'Are you happy now with another man? I can make sure your life won't be that easy, baby!'

Wenie was shocked not to be a bitch. How did Pras get his pictures with Frans, while he was thousands of miles away on the island?

He just fell silent, confused about what to reply to Pras who was hissing furiously in his mind. A call came in realising his shock, he was worried and anxious now.

The first two calls were just missed, but finally on the third call he ventured to answer them as well. You can imagine how angry Pras was across the street.

"Hello, sweetheart .." said the heavy voice behind the phone.

"Ha, hello Mas ..." Wenie stammered.

"Why, baby? You're shocked yeah, I called all of a sudden," Pras guessed.

"Eh, I'm .. No, Mom," Wenie was nervous.

"Why should you pick up the phone from me now? Started to ignore me, hm?" Pras growling.

"Oh no, no. I just got back from the toilet, so I just found out you called. You how are you?" his objection tried softly.

"I'm in a bad mood, baby. The photos hurt my feelings and disrupted the concentration of my work these few days" Pras replied directly.

"I, that's ... Where did you get those pictures from, Mom?" his voice remained nervous.

"Is that important, honey? Or maybe you can't deny that it's you?"

Wenie was silent for a moment. "Mm, it's me .." he replied resignedly, he was not good at lying.

There was a clear sigh holding a ripple across there. Wenie's guts seemed to shrink even more, fear surging into her little heart.

"Maos ..."

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Sweetheart! I warned you to keep your distance from him. I don't want to see you with another man, let alone Frans!" sergeah Pras fast.

"But, Mas ..."

"You've heard me clearly, Wen ..."

Wenie started to shake. "Please. Let me be free of my own choice now, Mas. There is nothing between us. So, please don't bother me anymore ..."

"It's not that easy, sweetheart!" sahut Pras. He could feel the fear in the voice of the girl. "You know, I'll never let you go again this time, Wen. You're just mine!"

Wenie was getting frustrated. "This once, Mom! Let me decide my life's course, I never ask anything of you ..."

"Never, sweetheart! Don't expect me to grant your wish!" annoyed. "I feel like I want to go back to Jakarta tonight, take you away from there."

"Sir, Mas!" pekik's panicking.

"I have the right to decide here!" said the man was selfish.

"Take care of your attitude as long as I'm not around. Don't make me have a reason to do something reckless with you, baby!" menacam Pras, slow yet terrifying.

Wenie was still speechless and adjusted her breathing, trying hard not to cry.

"Remember, I will not hesitate to make calculations with Frans if you dare to refute my words. And I'm not kidding!" pras pressed his mental state.

"Don't, Mum! Don't ever do anything to Doctor Frans or I'll never forgive you!" wenie replied trying bravely.

"Oh, so sweet once. Even now you're begging for safety for other men, is that it?" Pras laughs wryly. "I told you, it's not gonna be easy, baby!"

"I don't care, Mom. Never touch it for any reason! Doctor Frans didn't know anything," he began to get angry.

"really? It's not that he was deliberately approaching because he wanted to snatch you away from me, was he?!" pras gusar. "Oh, or did you start to intend to give up your heart for her, did you? You really tested my patience. Don't try to gamble with me, Wenie! You'll never win" the man was really angry.

"I've never gambled with you or with my fate. I just want my freedom, my right to life. So, please don't push me anymore .." she rebutted in a pleading voice. He's afraid to think about Frans now.

"So, you're feeling depressed now, hm? That should be so, baby. Because every part of you is mine, both in the past and the future" Pras said.

"Not at all, Mom! You'll never get anything this time. I'm no longer the old Wenie, who you can easily fool!" says hate.

Pras was satisfied to arouse the girl's anger, a discordant laughter echoing from within his chest. He felt increasingly challenged to get this girl back.

"Laugh if it can satisfy the disturbance in your soul, Mas!" wenie cried sarcasm, unfortunately Pras was not provoked.

"Don't talk nonsense with me, sweetheart! You know how capable I am of controlling you in my power" Pras later said.

Wenie trembled, her little heart justifying that. He smothered his lips so that the sound of crying was not revealed but failed. Prasetyo's ears were as sharp as an eagle, it was impossible for Wenie to continue debating him now. He has lost. His mental defense collapsed.

"Crying, baby ... Later I will give our happiness that is delayed due to my mistakes first, I have promised to make it up to you, right? So, don't try to stop me, Wen .." lick Pras was calm yet shaking.

"Sir, Mas ... Please don't talk about it again. I've really let you go with the woman of your choice, no matter how flawed I am now," Wenie lirih argued.

Pras takes a rough breath. "Don't start again, sweetheart! I don't want to hear your rebuttal, so don't ask me to argue anymore!"

Wenie did not dare to answer anymore, her heart was really sick. I wanted to slam my phone right then and there. It's sickening to be in such a stressful weakness right now.

Pras, of course, understands that, this is precisely the moment he hopes that the girl can remain in his control.

"I know you're still there, baby .." Pras said softly. "You heard all my orders clearly, didn't you? So don't give me a reason to hurt you or anyone who tries to take you away from me" Pras said.

"Don't, Mas," Wenie groaned bitterly, her voice swallowed a soft sob. "Don't do that. Give me time ... You know, it's not gonna be that easy for me to accept you like I used to, Mom. Please don't threaten me with someone else who has nothing to do with this ..."

"Oh, yes ... Who is the other person you mean, baby? That handsome Doctor Frans or someone else" stabbed. His own heart was still stirred by the boiling anger.

Wenie was completely dead-end now, that handsome, ruthless-hearted man had always been able to control himself long ago. Any drop of tears will not shake Pras to the obsession of having Wenie, he will do anything until his goal is achieved.

"Gak, Mum. Please ..." he groaned behind the phone, his heart was squeezed.

Pras felt satisfied enough to torture the girl. "Alright, sweetheart ... Rest up. Remember, don't put yourself in trouble, I'm always watching you from here," Pras once again confirmed his words.

Those worst minutes would finally be ended by Pras, Wenie was a little grateful to be able to breathe a sigh of relief despite leaving pain in her heart. He knew Pras was not that bad if he wanted to obey, unfortunately he chose to fight for his future.

"After this I hope you can take good care of yourself from the touch of another man. Understood?" press Pras again.

Wenie just muttered softly asserting Pras, she could not think clearly because she felt very tired. Apparently the energy he drained all day was still not enough until Pras could tease the calmness that forced him to shed tears.

"Good night, baby ... Go to sleep, I hug you from here," Pras said in a soft voice.

Pras hung up after giving Wenie a distant kiss that Wenie did not reply to. Yet he smiled triumphantly clad in a glimmer of vengeance in his heart. He was prepared to make a devious plan if the girl tried to escape from him again.