The Blooming Lotus

In Prisoner

In the next second Pras rushed up the stairs to the main room and looked longingly at the girl who was still unconscious, but he did not want to touch her now. He turned around for a moment staring out the large window which showed the day had been far away at night. Flickering lights of the houses of the villagers from a distance in the dark of the night like this adds its own tranquility to him.

Slowly Wenie began to wake up, she blinked her eyes and felt her head drift slightly. By gathering a little energy he tried to get up from his position which was lying on a soft bed. Where'sisthis? my feelings are uncomfortable.The mind is weak.

His eyes looked around with nanar and he saw a tall man standing on his back leaning against the frame of a large window. That someone was throwing a gaze out there and occasionally looking at his phone.

"Who are you? Where am I now .." said Wenie hoarsely.

The man turned around and smiled sweetly. "Ah, thank goodness you're awake, sweetheart ..."

"Mas Pras!" Wenie squealed in shock. "How come ... so you're the one who sent the fucking hoodlums to bring me here?!" pekik.

"Frightly so." Pras put the phone in his pants pocket and walked over. "Calm down, baby .. don't worry. You're safe with me."

"Omong empty! I want to go home, Mas .." said Wenie angrily, she was about to get out of bed.

"You're not going anywhere, baby ..." Pras held his shoulders back to get up.

"Take me off, Mom! Let me go ..."

"Never, sweetheart! This is where you are now," said Pras, now looming before him. Wenie brushed off the burly arm and tried to rebel from it.

"Don't dream, Mom! Move, I want to go home ..."

Pras slightly flinched with the girl's resistance. A second later he grabbed Wenie's hair and forcibly raised his face.

Pras looked at her inside then forcefully kissed the lips that were complaining of pain. Got a sudden attack that made Wenie's body half-overwhelmed, her right elbow piled behind the body with her left hand that automatically gripped the collar of Pras' shirt to keep her from getting squeezed.

He continued to thrash not wanting to return the curse's kiss, but Pras' energy was certainly stronger than his.

The more Wenie revolted, the more ferocious Pras forced himself. His hands started moving wildly about to pull off the blouse that Wenie was wearing. Like a rabbit in a tiger's gloom, Wenie's futile resistance finally slowly began to weaken.

His breathing was short as he held back his tears hinting for the man to stop his action, his body feeling tired with the pain of banging in his head.

Feeling the resistance that loosened under him Pras also balanced it with a softer touch.

Wenie pushed the chest of the field that had confined her to make their pawns come loose. "Enough, Mom! Stop ... stop ..." her breath gasps.

"You're still as sweet as you used to be, baby ..." Pras rubbed Wenie's lips with his thumb, looking into the eyes of his girl. "Makes me want you more ..."

Wenie brushed off his hand and turned away, she closed her eyes to avoid eye contact with Pras. Implied clearly was a burning lust there, the man's gaze and innate nature always exuded the same aura whenever they were very close in a single room like this.

"What do you really want, Mom? Why did you do this .. Please let me go, I want to go home," he said. He completely broke the body.

"I'm where you come home, baby. And you're the only one I've ever wanted, like I've always said. Never changed .." answered Pras, he stroked Wenie's smooth cheeks gently as if she was easily cracked porcelain.

Wenie felt her chest tightened by a sense of annoyance, anger, hatred, and weakness all at once. It was difficult to fight this man except by means of escape. But his mind could not think clearly at this moment.

Wenie was about to get up from Pras who was immediately helped by him to sit leaning on the head of the bed.

"Look at me, baby ..." Pras gripped Wenie's chin slowly. "Now you will be mine and we will begin a new life in a new place. So I suggest, from now on you learn to forget about your old life in Jakarta."

Wenie shook her head in disbelief, tears still welling up on her eyelids. "It won't be that easy, Mom. Besides why do you often behave so arrogantly? I don't like it!"

"I'm not asking for your opinion, baby. Whether you like it or not, it's none of my business ..."

"But this is unfair. You're married and I don't want to marry you, whatever the reason. You're just my past, don't hold me back with your ego, Mas ..."

"Huh!? Didn't I tell you that my divorce trial will start next week. There's no reason for you to leave me, Sweetheart. That's what you've been questioning all along, right? You should thank me now," Pras said in anger.

"But this is not true at all, Mas ..."

"Nothing's wrong, baby. Unless you're still trying to escape from me again" Pras said. "You know I've never messed around ..."

The poor girl hugged her knees and started crying again. This time he did not want to hold back his voice, his sobbing was clearly heard in Pras' ears. The man got up, took his cell phone out of his pants pocket and called someone.

He seems to have ordered the waiter to bring dinner to this room. Wenie did not want to care even though her stomach now felt a bit sore because it had not eaten since this afternoon.

A few minutes later a knock was heard outside the door, Pras stepped away to open it. A middle-aged woman walked in with a large tray full of food in her hand.

It was seen by Wenie a large bowl of meat soup with white rice that still reflected hot steam, a plate of fries, a few slices of fruit, a glass of warm milk, and plain water.

Wenie averted her gaze with a sobbing that began to subside, not wanting to feel her stomach getting hungry due to the delicious aroma that burst into the air. The waiter stepped towards the low table in front of the sofa, he arranged everything swiftly and immediately left the two of them.

Wenie silently did not reply, nor did she want to welcome that wide, delicate palm. He turned his face to avoid the man's sympathetic gaze.

He is weighing whether to approve his offer of food now or still have to hold back in a moment. But apparently Wenie's stomach and intestines have gone too empty to sound screaming loudly.

"Come on, you don't have to hold yourself back like that .." persuaded Pras again while holding a smile.

Wenie was still silently sulking. Without wanting to be patient again Pras immediately grabbed the girl in his arms to be carried to the table full of food that had been waiting for him.

"Aaah ... What the hell, Mas? I can walk by myself. Put me down ..." the stranglehold.

"Be quiet. I only bring you to eat," whispered Pras gently.

Wenie could not rebel anymore, it was wrong that she could fall later. Pras sat him on the soft sofa. "Sit down and finish your meal, I won't bother you now. There was still something I needed to finish," without waiting for an answer he quickly stepped out of the room.

After Pras came out and closed the door, Wenie stared pusher at the food that was in front of her, hungry. His burrow seemed to be dripping if he did not immediately scoop up the rice and devour it with a bowl of delicious warm meat soup.

He took a soup, a few slices of french fries, and drank water. Her stomach was full enough now.

Half an hour later Pras had not returned, Wenie began to look around this room and pay attention to all the details carefully, hoping that there would be a gap for her to escape later. Now he just needs to try to stay calm facing everything.

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That night Frans could not fall asleep, the search would begin tomorrow. He still placed a great worry on Wenie as if a large stone was squeezing his chest.

Frans had tried to track his cell phone signal but still did not get any results, he regretted not installing GPS on Wenie's phone, the next time he will do it.

Impatiently waiting for the morning, Frans was still struggling with his laptop working on something that might be able to pay off. Tired began to control his eyes and body before dawn, he then brewed black coffee and baked a cup of sandwich bread to refresh his fatigue.

His mind kept running around looking and guessing where the girl had vanished. The sweet girl who later seized her attention and time is now increasingly draining her energy and mind by disappearing suddenly. It really made the emotions in his chest uncharacteristic.

Frans hopes there will be good news from the police today as he tries to relax himself to enjoy his food even though it feels bland.

While trying to refocus on his laptop, a call came into his phone. Quickly he grabbed the phone located not far in his reach. Wenie's name listed there caused a full vibration of vigilance within her.

"Hello ..."

Silence over there.

"Hello, Wen ... Where are you? Are you all right? Answer me ..."

Still quiet with no answer.

"Wen.Jawab me, stop messing around ..." Frans started to get a little riled up.

"Tut ..tut .. tut ..." then suddenly the connection just shuts down.

"What's? What the fuck?!" Frans looked at his cell phone confusedly mixed in annoyance.

His mind is now on full alert, he tried several times to call back Wenie's phone but always rejected someone there. Although his heart was filled with anger but he did not lose his mind, Frans sent him some chat.

"Wen, tell me where are you now? Let me pick you up ..." send.

Frans tried to wait patiently for the next five minutes but no reply despite having blue tick since the first second sent.

"Wenie. Are you all right? I'm so worried about you, "send.

The status bar on Frans's phone showed the girl's phone was online, but she had to hold back the anxiety because her chat was unrequited.

"OKAY. If you or anyone who reads this message, doesn't want to reply to my message, just know that I will definitely find Wenie as soon as possible.." send.