The Blooming Lotus
Invitation Letter
Cloudy clouds overshadow the sky this morning is acted by a drizzle that makes the atmosphere more beautiful, the right moment for some people to laze.
Wenie, too, casually grabbed her phone by the side of the pillow to turn off the alarm that rang at exactly 05:20 and immediately chatted to the boss to ask for leave.
It has been almost two full weeks he worked and felt this was the right time for the holidays.
Hahaa, may ya occasionally I was lazy at home, smiling happily while staring at the phone screen.
Then he went to the bathroom located outside the room. Fortunately it is still quiet, this weather is the best for a blanket, he murmured.
After finishing washing his face and toothbrush he went downstairs to meet Rahma's mother, the owner of the boarding house.
"Morning, Ma'am," she said cheerfully.
"By the morning, too, Wen. Tumben is awake, what time is it? I haven't started cooking yet" asked Ms. Rahma, thinking she wanted breakfast.
There was a breakfast ration here, it was a plus that Wenie and her boarding friends liked.
" It's still six o'clock less, ma'am. I want to help Mom get better first if that's the case," Wenie said as she took a broom in the corner of the room.
"Oh yes, Wen. Later you please go to the Tea Ade stall for a while, buy salt and cooking oil. The stock is up" pinta Bu Rahma.
"OKAY. What are you cooking today?" asked Wenie spirit.
"Cremes fried chicken cooker, balado shrimp, flour tempeh same kimlo vegetable soup," replied Ms. Rahma. "Oh yeah, what do you want to make?"
"Anything, Mom. Anyway, if the mother who cooks is steady!" yelled Wenie giving a thumbs up.
"It could be you," said Bu Rahma smiling as she handed him a piece of twenty thousand dollars. "Yes there, you go to the shop first. It's been, right?" then Wenie immediately left according to the order of the boarding owner.
The distance from the house to the stall is not up to a hundred meters, can be reached only by foot. Along the way he greets people he knows as his neighbors. Smile at anyone he meets. Wenie was indeed a friendly and jolly girl, once they knew her.
After returning from the stall, Wenie's togetherness with Rahma's mother still continues. Many things they discussed while finishing cooking and arranging food at the dining table that enough to accommodate ten people.
The house is quite large with three rooms on the lower floor and five rooms on the upper floor that are rented for the cost of the female employees or students. Comfortable and clean, so first impression when you arrive here.
The courtyard and garage are wide enough to accommodate a car and four motorcycles. Only women can afford to spend here and if a man wants to visit then can only sit in the main living room downstairs so that it can be monitored by the boarding house.
It is also limited to nine o'clock at night. Not more. Its presence was emphasized no more than three times a week which means it can not be visited every day.
What a shitty rule for some girls. Most of them decided the cost was because they had the goal of wanting freedom from their family home.
It was a pity that they didn't get it here for their own safety and Wenie enjoyed it. He felt safe and well while others sometimes complained to him.
"Wen, please call your friends. Wake them up for breakfast, it's almost half eight, '" said Ms Rahma.
"Good, Mom. Wait a minute huh," Wenie rushed up the stairs and knocked on the door of the room, waking them up one by one.
Only four people from the eight occupants of the boarding room came out including himself, the others still crammed the blankets. Maybe it was a student who entered the afternoon, he thought not to bother.
"For Ms. Rahma," they said as soon as they reached the dinner table, pulling out their seats.
"Yes, the morning is also children" replied Ms. Rahma. "You guys are neat. Want to go to work? Where are the others?" the dish while thrusting the rice container on Iin to then circulated to others.
"Not yet awake, Mom. Anastasia, Maria, and Eva spent the afternoon doing college work. So they are lazy to wake up early," explained Winona the girl with the hair of a mahogany color results from the salon.
"Is that? Yes, we have started breakfast, I am hungry too. Iin please lead the prayer first," said Ms. Rahma.
"Aamiin" they said a second later and began to enjoy the delicious meal.
They are grateful for all the joy of life that began in peace as it is today.
After they finish, they clean the dishes and put the rest of the food in the closet. Two people went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, the other fixed the dining table and swept the container back.
Wenie decided to take the trash batch in the trashbag in the kitchen and throw it into the trash can in front of the house.
On his return from the outside he stopped in the living room when he saw an invitation letter in a golden pink envelope lying on the coffee table. He briefly enjoyed the aroma and read the contents of the invitation.
To : Rahma Wijaya's mother and family.
It is expected that his presence and prayers of blessing in our wedding reception will be held on: Sunday, October 27, 2019. Hours 14.00 - 17.00
Location: Hall of Graha Wanita Building, jln. Raden Inten Raya's.
From our happy, Beby Preity Ricardo & Rafael Pratama.
Wenie frowned feeling like she had heard the woman's name, who was it? his name looks like artist Meilani Ricardo, is he his brother? waah, it's really cool if you come there. How do you know when you meet him, right?? thought amused himself. Then he took the letter to the mother.
"Mom!" Wenie exclaimed as she brandished the envelope. "There was an invitation from the Ricardo family. Which artist isn't it?" the question could not help but be curious.
Madam Rahma smiled. "Sit here" he patted the empty sofa by his side. "not her. Do you remember doctor Frans Ricardo? Who used to be here when nemenin mama arisan?" ask Ms. Rahma.
"Frans Ricardo?" trying to remember but failing. Ms. Rahma too often held various events in her big house and if she could, Wenie almost always helped as a sexy hassle of consumption and equipment.
"Yes. Her son is Bu Eka whose hair is slightly tanned. At that time you said it was really cool to wear a salem shirt," said Ms. Rahma. "Well, Beby Preity's her sister, Wen," she added.
"I forgot, ma'am," she replied giving up.
"Now, look at the picture. You must remember that same handsome, mah. Time forgets the hell," seduced Bu Rahma while opening a photo gallery on her sophisticated phone with a bitten apple.
"Duh, Mother mah. I really like it when I say," Wenie blushed in embarrassment.
He saw a photo of a tall man who looked stylish and handsome blaster-faced standing next to a middle-aged woman who was elegant in a batik dress that looked smooth and expensive. They also took pictures among the mothers of other arisan participants who also brought a partner or child as a memento of their togetherness.
Wenie stared in amazement at each slide of her photos. This is the life of the rich. As if there was no trouble at all. Money is not a problem and happy smiles always come out of their pretty lips. God, if my family were like that too, she whispered inwardly without feeling jealous.
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