The Blooming Lotus

The conquest?

Wenie felt all parts of her body react unnaturally as they sat side by side in the car. Especially the part of the heart and heart that does not want to calm down since Frans dared to embrace it in front of the sister and call it as a prospective sister-in-law.

Yes aampuun .. please calm down a little why, siih. Don't make me such a fool. Don't ge'er, don't ge'er ...

"You okay, Wen?" Frans looked at him.

But Wenie did not hear and was still busy calming her heartbeat.

"Hey ..." Frans patted her shoulder.

"Eh, yes. Why, Mas? Have we arrived ..." Wenie.

"Ckk .. You like to daydream. How many times have you tried this part?"

"No daydreaming, Mom. My people are focusing on the view outside" he replied.

"What's outside?" search Frans tease.

Wenie shook her head in embarrassment. Yes there is no sih .. just rice fields doang, we will again on the toll road, Wenie muttered in her heart.

"Don't think much. At least until we can solve your problem with that jerk .." said Frans calmly.

Wenie's eyes stared full of questions.

"But you need to know, I was serious about my words earlier in the hotel," Frans said.

"uh? Which one, Mas .." he asked curiously.

Frans just smiled wryly. "Try to remember again."

"That's .. I'm not sure."

"What ..."

"Which words do you mean?"

"Yes that ..."

Wenie smiled in annoyance. "This one is so happy to make people groggy .." he hit Frans on the shoulder.

"Switch ..." Frans grimaced, pretending to be in pain.

"Speak clearly ..."

"Who's groggy?" goda.

"Mas ngeselin iih ..." Wenie pretended to sulk.

"Don't fish in murky water ..."

"What?"

"That's your face ..."

"Why my face?" wenie's two hands reflexively touched her cheeks.

Aware of being bullied, Wenie immediately pinched Frans' waist. "Okay, fighting ... Already, already ..." Frans chuckled amusedly.

"Explain, why my face?" demand it not give up.

Frans is trying to control himself. "Don't frown so, make me anxious .." implied something in it.

Wenie blushed again, she threw away her face to hide her tone. Frans put on a smile, he knew he shouldn't be teasing Wenie, but he couldn't stand it. It was as if there was a new flow of energy each of her and the girl kept interacting, and it made her comfortable.

Frans ventured to grab the girl's hand and put it on her lap, squeezing it slowly as if she didn't want to be left behind. Wenie was unable to refuse, between not wanting and starting to feel comfortable as well actually. No hypocrite, honestly he liked this man since some time before.

Wenie's cheeks are reddish due to the feeling of flowering mixed with a little shame apparently still survive until their journey to the destination that is the boarding house of Rahma's mother.

Frans looked at him with misty eyes and a smile on his lips, holding back his real anxiety lest he pounce on this girl right now. Sillier. He needs to manage his heart for a moment before getting out of the car.

"Tidy up your face" she said gently, her hands outstretched against Wenie's cheeks.

Wenie was getting nervous. "Ehm .. Yes, Mas. For a moment," he smoothed his face and strands of hair that had fallen apart. "It ..."

Frans then immediately went down and opened the door for Wenie. "Be careful ..."

"Thank you, Mom."

"I told you, don't hesitate."

Wenie nodded obediently, then they walked together into the house that looked quiet this afternoon.

"Assynolajet. Mother ..." call Wenie in a low voice.

It was quiet, but the door was not locked. So Wenie decided to go straight in.

"Come, Mas. Wait on the couch. I want to find mom in her room, "pinta Wenie is polite.

"Yes. Tell mom you're okay. Don't worry him" Frans said.

"Of course, Mas .." Wenie left Frans in the living room.

Before entering earlier he had seen the AC outside lit up, it means that Rahma's mom was in her room. He knocked on the door slowly.

"Mother ... Wenie came home," he said.

Not waiting for long the figure from behind the door appeared and directly hugged him.

"Wenie! Thank goodness you're home, baby ..."

"Yes, Mom. Thank God I can go home. Wenie kangen with Mom," Wenie hugged her hostess back.

"How are you doing? Tell me, what happened ..."

"Relax, Mother. We go out first, yeah .." take Wenie.

"Who are you going home with, baby? Why don't you call me first .." In droves Rahma's mom hasn't stopped.

Madam Rahma was surprised then felt happy. "really? Where is he now ..."

"Waiting for us in the living room. Come on, Mom."

"You owe Mom two days of stories, okay!" a tone that cannot be bargained.

"Yes, Mom ..." Wenie smiled obediently.

Then they walked into the living room with Rahma's mother holding tightly to Wenie as if she was a rabbit about to run away.

"Doctor Frans!" greet mom Rahma cheerful.

"Bu Rahma ..." the handsome man got up to greet the host.

"Sit ... How you doing, Doc?"

"I'm good, Mom ..." Frans smiled politely.

"You must be very troubled to find our lost Wenie .." said Ms. Rahma sympathized. "Thank you for bringing Wenie back safely."

"Together, Mom. But I'm not looking for Wenie alone, assisted by the police as well" Frans replied humbly.

"certain. But anyway I am very grateful to Doctor Frans .." he replied quickly. "Oh yeah, you guys wait here for a second. I'll make you a drink."

"Eh, let Wenie go, ma'am. Mother sat here accompanied Mas Doctor .." said Wenie as she hurried to get up.

"Here, shut up here. You guys, just arrived. Let me go to the kitchen."

So Wenie could no longer refute, she sat down while squeezing her wiggly fingers. He felt uncomfortable being served by the owner of the house even though it was natural for a time like this. Frans who was sitting on the single sofa looking at her unblinking made Wenie somewhat misbehaved.

"After I get home you should get some rest, right away" Frans suddenly said.

"Huh, what?" it's ambush. "Oh yes, well .." he replied after realizing Frans' question earlier.

"Stop that."

Wenie frowned confusedly.

Frans couldn't stand it. "Don't bite your lips, Wen!" hisses.

"Ehm, I .." His eyes lowered avoiding the view.

The tail of her eyes caught Frans squealing and shaking motionlessly, Wenie getting more and more misbehaved. Oh, my goodness .. Why is it so cold here, but my body is sweating!

"Please drink it, Doctor, dear .." hail bu Rahma while serving hot sweet tea and a plate of snacks.

"Thank you, ma'am." answered the two in unison. Madam Rahma smiled meaningfully.

"Slow down, it's still hot" the mother said to the girl next to her.

Wenie nodded small. "Ehm, ma'am .. tumben kok, very quiet at home. Where are the others?" ask Wenie.

"Everybody goes to work and college. Except Iin, he just got home from his night shift this morning. Maybe you're sleeping." Now."

"Oh, so ..."

"Where were you going two days ago, baby? So I can't sleep thinking of you," said Rahma's mother.

"Mother, ak—"

"We found it in the Bogor area, Mom," sambar Frans quickly. "Thankful the cops were really there when needed, now he's fine ..."

Frans deliberately said our plural so that Rahma was not focused on thanking her. There are police officers who need to be appreciated. He does not like to be too admired by others except maybe by someone he likes. And now someone is sitting in front of him.

Damnit damnit! I can't take it anymore. Being this close without being able to touch it drives me crazy! Frans frustrated.

For Frans time seemed to move very slowly, even thirty-minute small talk felt like waiting for a bedug magrib to reverberate while now just dzuhur. Long time.

"Duh, the tea runs out .. for a second, I made a new one, Mas," Wenie said as she looked at Frans' empty cup, the man agreed.

"Oh yeah, you're right, Wen. Just make cold syrup, baby," replied Rahma realized.

"Good, Mom. I made you too, right?"

"Can ..."

Frans now smiled stiffly to see the girl leave him. A second later he asked permission to go to the toilet just as the phone in the hands of the owner of the boarding house rang. After welcoming her, Rahma came out to take her call.

Wenie was bending over picking up syrup from the bottom shelf on the refrigerator door as Frans approached her. He who was unconscious immediately turned his back and almost suffocated in shock. But Frans swiftly smothered his mouth.

"Sstt .. It's me!" put an index on her lips.

Wenie gulped roughly, her heart just about jumped out. "Jeez ... what the hell, Mas! Such a habit of love ngagetin ..." Wenie grumbled lips.

He stepped towards the counter to pick up the glass but Frans directly squeezed him on the kitchen table. The girl looked in shock for the next time.

Wenie held her breath as her eyes met the man's eyes, clearly holding back the intense turmoil in her chest. Frans grabbed her waist impatiently as if she wanted to eat it right now.

"Mas!" the girl squeaked worriedly. His small arms tried to push Frans' chest that was squeezing his body, but in vain.

"I really can't take it anymore, Wen. You really drive me crazy .." he sighed softly.

Then without further cue Frans grabbed the girl's nape and ducked down to kiss her lips. Wenie who was unprepared for this sudden attack was unable to dodge. For a few minutes Frans********** was violent until it felt like he was out of breath.

He squeezed Frans' shirt, begging the man to end his attack. Finally he was released after his breath began to gasp. It was as if the man had completely vaporized the desire he had been holding back from last night desperately.

"Stop, Mas ..stop ..." he gasped. Her lips were slightly swollen from the suction of the man before her.

"You're getting adorable. Forgive me for asking you forcibly .." said Frans Lirih.

Her fingers held Wenie's chin to keep looking up at her, while her eyes looked at me as if regretting her bawdy act just now.

Wenie was just stunned in silence, her eyes twitching in confusion. He was busy controlling the pounding of his heart that churned like a high tide and now he was blown away by the fact that this man had conquered his heart.