The Blooming Lotus

Rest

Traveling in the middle of the night with the cold weather typical of the mountainous area further amplified the fatigue in Wenie's body, he really could not control his sleepiness since the car left the police station. He fell asleep with his head slightly tilted to the left leaning on the car seat cushion.

The dark ash SUV car glides smoothly down a nearly completely dark hillside lane if there is no light flush along the road. Frans tried to stay in control of his consciousness by driving slowly while occasionally glancing at the girl by his side. Peace appears etched on Wenie's face as her eyes closed, a few strands of children's hair falling on her cheeks adding to the sweet and natural impression of her other side.

Frans took a heavy breath watching the scene that teased his maleness instinct, he was really agitated right now. He could not sit quietly behind his wheel and began to worry about not being able to control his wild imagination.

Then he turned his attention by observing the buildings along the road that had entered the city area, there were many multi-storey buildings with magnificent and artistic designs. Finally Frans decided to enter one of the four-star hotels there.

"Wen, wake up .. we have arrived," said Frans Lirih, not wanting to surprise the girl. "May ..." Frans shook his arm slowly.

Slowly he opened his eyes and blinked sluggishly, gathering a little of the consciousness that had been washed away. "Ehm .. What are we, Doc?"

Frans pegged in his chair with an unreadable look. "Looks like you're still very sleepy ..."

"Yes, slightly," Wenie lightly massaged her temple. "And it feels a little dizzy too."

"We've arrived, you can drink paracetamol inside, later" his voice sounded a bit stiff.

Wenie frowned in confusion, then realized the situation outside the window. "Oh, where are we now, Mas?"

"We've arrived at the hotel and it's been almost half an hour I've been waiting for you to wake up" he said slightly.

"Ah, I'm sorry. You must be upset to see me asleep, "sorry Wenie softly mixed with embarrassment, he inserted the unraveling hair child into the back of the ear.

"Not really. But we should go in and reserve a room to rest, ", Frans said, then he went down and opened the door for Wenie. "Come ..."

"Yes, Mum ..."

Wenie followed her steps in silence, Frans headed for the receptionist and booked a suite-type room. A waiter immediately led them to the elevator that led them to the top floor of the building.

After a short conversation regarding the room service, the waiter finally resigned and closed the door when the two guests had entered the room.

"Maos ..." Wenie looked doubtfully around the very spacious and luxurious room.

"Yes?" Frans seemed relaxed, he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower and turned it off again. Wenie followed him and stood in the doorway.

"You've only booked one room for the two of us?"

"really. Any issues?" asked Frans in an ambiguous tone.

Wenie was inexhaustible, she looked at Frans with a puzzled look. "You ... Then where do I sleep, Mas?"

Frans smiled mysteriously. "I'm tired, Wen. We can share the same bed to rest on, it shouldn't be a problem, right?" he said as he turned his back on Wenie to unbutton her shirt. "At the same time the bed is too big for me to be alone, so don't think you're going to sleep on the couch ..."

"But, Mas ..."

"You or I first use the bathroom?" cut Frans quickly, he turned to show his field chest that was no longer covered in a shirt.

Wenie reflexively lowered her head and thought for a while. "alright. You go first. I'll wait outside" he said softly. Just as he turned around, Frans' burly arms held his waist, tightening the body behind him.

"Swise decision, sweet. I'm sure I won't be able to hold myself back if it's a minute longer than this" Frans rambunctious whispered, his voice sounding heavy in Wenie's ears. Obviously something was being held back.

Wenie's nape bristled, she understood very well the meaning of this handsome man's words. A little wrong movement could have triggered the desire that Frans was desperately holding.

"Maos ..." Wenie gently touched the arm that was holding her back, put away slowly then twisted her body. "It's late at night, your wounds haven't been cleaned and we need to get some rest, too" he stared at me.

"Then?" frans's vision began to cloud with passion.

"Don't waste time. You don't want this bruise to get swollen, do you?" he stroked the corners of his lips and along Frans' bruised cheekbones in a fight.

Frans regained his senses, kissing the soft fingers that touched his face carefully. "Well if you force it. Wait for me to finish, after that you also have to quickly clean yourself."

"Ehm, of course ..."

Wenie immediately left Frans who was still standing in the bathroom doorway with a thumping feeling. Then he sat on the edge of the bed against the door, facing the window that was still covered in ivory curtains, hoping nothing bad happened tonight.

The girl glanced at the wall clock above the flat-screen television which showed it was already one o'clock in the morning, she squeezed her hand restlessly. Occasionally he corrected his seat that seemed uncomfortable.

"God! You surprised me, Mas ..." Wenie was moved from her daydream.

"You daydreaming?" frans Goda.

"Ah, no. You done, Mas? I couldn't stand it from earlier going to the toilet .." Wenie replied as she got up past the man. He rushed in and locked the bathroom door quickly.

He set his breath for a moment before starting to clean up, it felt like he had run out three full rounds to get here. Especially when he remembered the appearance of Frans who looked fresh after bathing with the body only wrapped in a towel waist and wet hair. Oh, gods. Stop that indecent thought, Wen! Shit, how could he be that handsome? meaning in the heart.

Wenie noticed that there was a clean kimono towel hanging on the corner bathroom storage rack complete with disposable hotel toiletries, then decided to take a shower as well without wetting her hair. He rolled his hair up and clamped it down, then began to wash himself under the shower.

Frans turned on the flat-screen television in front of her while waiting for Wenie to come out of the bathroom. A waiter delivers two large pieces of lasagna with a cup of coffee and a glass of warm milk that has now been served at a low table giving off an evocative fragrant aroma.

Then his gaze was shifted as the bathroom door opened and a beautiful girl came out from there. He was glued for a moment and his smile expanded for a moment. "It's over, Wen?"

"I'm, uh .. already, Mas," he looked down embarrassed and tightened his kimono so that his chest was not exposed, he felt a bit uneasy when he realized Frans' gaze on him.

"If you are not comfortable quickly change your clothes, there are pajamas that you can use to sleep," he said gently when he saw the girl's discomfort. "In the near future the laundry officer will come to wash the clothes tonight so that we can use tomorrow."

"Ah, yes .. well," she answered nervously, she immediately picked up a nightgown with a satin kimono that had been provided on the bed.

"If you're done hurry back, we'll eat first. I'm hungry .." said Frans, sipping his hot coffee.

"Yes, Mas. Wait a minute ..."

A minute later the girl returned with a more comfortable appearance, she had also combed and tied her hair neatly. Frans was always fascinated by the simplicity of the girl before him.

"Hmm, is something wrong, Mom?" wenie asked rather clumsyly, she tidied up her satin kimono so that the thin dress behind it was well covered.

Then the man smiled wryly. "You're really pretty, Wen. It's worth it that that son of a bitch is desperately after you ..."

Wenie bowed between embarrassment and annoyance, "Don't say that, Mas. I'm not comfortable ..."

"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to" replied Frans bitterly. "Come, eat first. It's been a bit cold" he said again to melt the atmosphere.

Wenie stared unblinkingly at the food in front of her, then she sat down at the man's side with a slight distance. He was really hungry and sleepy, but of course this warm food should not be missed.

"Hmm, this is delicious, Mas .." said Wenie praising the food that was half-street.

"Recycle. After that drink the warm milk so you don't catch a cold ..."

"Lho, I drink coffee ... later can't sleep?" asked Wenie astonished.

"I'm so tired, it won't affect me. Sleep and sleep" Frans replied with a smile, then he grimaced a little and felt something on his face.

"Oh, I forgot. Your face must be compressed with warm water so as not to swell, Mas," said Wenie who rushed up.

Frans. "No need. Don't worry too much, it's okay. Sit ..."

"But, Mas ..." Wenie looked in pain at the marks of punches on the face of this handsome man, bruises that were starting to turn a bit blue. "It must have hurt ..."

"Little bit. For men this is ordinary, a kind of variation in life," said Frans straightforwardly so that Wenie did not worry about it.

Wenie's lips thinned at her silly answer. "About you, Mas. Variety in life really, bruising here and there ..."

"Then what kind of variation is it that's interesting?" frans Jahil's fishing rod, he rolled his eyes.

Wenie just smiled misbehaviorally, she felt that this man's conversation was starting to lead. "I'm going to sleep now, Mom. It was so sleepy, "and he got up and left Frans.

The girl lay sideways on the left side of the bed and began to close her eyes despite the fact that her heart was pounding hard without being able to calm down. Then he felt someone rise on the right side of the bed creating a smooth wave on the soft surface of the mattress.

"Don't worry, I just want to sleep" Frans whispered in Wenie's ear. He clenched his chest with the girl's back, inhaling a fragrant scent in between her unraveling hair. "Let me hold you until morning, Wen. I'm just afraid you'll disappear from my side when I fall asleep."

"Ehm .. sleep, Mas," Wenie stroked the burly arms that encircled her stomach. "I'm not going anywhere."

To be honest he felt goosebumps now, but could not dodge in order to keep the feelings of the man beside him. Although Wenie also didn't want to be labeled a haphazard woman but she knew Frans could hold herself within her limits. Then he again tried to close his eyes that were getting heavier.