The Blooming Lotus

Detained

Frans looked at Wenie with a hint of guilt as well as a sense of satisfaction that overflowed from his heart. This girl has sweet lips with warm curves when hugged. He swore he would not let go easily.

Wenie blinked in disbelief as she realized that she was enjoying when this man ambushed and kissed her. Then his face met with embarrassment, reflexes he thrashed to escape.

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

Wenie could not answer, her mind was too chaotic right now. He asked the man to give him some distance so he could breathe properly.

"Wen, ak—"

The girl raised her palm in front of the body asking Frans to be quiet. "Leave me, Mas ..."

"But, Wen ..."

"Mother will see you here .." her gaze begged.

"In a moment," Frans whined half in whisper, he squeezed Wenie's slender hips.

The girl's chest rippled back, but she should not be rash. "Maos ..."

Frans gave. "Alright, alright ... Hurry back, don't make me wait," his sigh was heavy.

Wenie's heart was still pounding hard as Frans passed through her to the sink to wash her hands and restore her hair with wet hands. Without looking again the man immediately left the kitchen with wide steps.

Just as Frans was sitting on his couch again, the boarding mother came in with a slightly displeased face like there was a burden there.

"Doctor Frans, is it true that Wenie's captor will be released if within twenty days of her file's detention does not qualify?" ask Rahma's mom restless.

"Right, ma'am .." replied Frans calmly though in his heart a great rumble. "Mom don't worry, we'll make the police not let go easily."

"But, sa—" his rebuttal came to a halt when Wenie suddenly appeared, Frans shook his head quickly.

The girl looked calm, there was no significant change to her gesture. It was possible that he had not heard their conversation just now. He remained silent while arranging tall glasses and a teapot of syrup deftly and then returned to the kitchen to put the tray.

"We'll talk later if things have calmed down a bit, Mom," Frans said briefly.

Ms. Rahma nodded in agreement, she needed to keep the situation conducive. So he took a breath and exhaled slowly so that he could level his face as before.

"Is the stone still there, dear? I think I forgot not to make it again .." asked Rahma to switch the conversation when Wenie came back and sat by her side.

"There you are, Mom. Enough for this one teapot," Wenie replied. "I've filled the water too, so tomorrow it's frozen" he added.

"Thank you, baby ... You are indeed quick to see something," praise mom Rahma happy.

Wenie just smiled a little and then accidentally caught Frans wet looking at her with an illegible look. Reflexes he looked down avoiding eye contact so that the mother did not realize his clumsy taste.

"Oh, yes dear .. yesterday Mr. Herman, called Mom to ask you how you are doing" Rahma said.

"Keep what did you say?" his face was curious, so was Frans.

"Yes, I told you that you still need a few more days to rest."

"Did you say I'm sick?"

"Then, you mean I have to tell your boss that you were lost in the son of a bitch. That so?" rahma's voice barely rose an octave hearing her stupid question.

Wenie's face was embarrassed for feeling stupid. "Eh, I'm sorry, ma'am .. I'm not, just asking?"

"You are .. You should know, I said so for your good, too" Rahma's mother softened again.

Wenie's face turned somewhat bright. "Yes, Mom. Thank you very much ... Mother is the best," spontaneously hugged Rahma's mother.

The boarding mother also returned the embrace of her foster children warmly. Frans smiled happily to see it, especially he was getting anxious with the girl's cheer. Then their attention was shifted when they heard the handsome doctor's phone ringing.

"Hmm, just a second, Mom. I got the call first ..." Frans gave a gesture asking for permission which was immediately taken by Rahma's mother.

"Please, Doc," replied the homeowner. "Eh, Wen. How do you think the doctor is?" whispered Rahma's mom after Frans came out to get a call.

Wenie's face stiffened somewhat, she was confused as to what to answer. "What about you, Mom?" finally asked back.

"Iish, you are .." Rahma's mom is anxious.

"Obviously, dong ... What do you mean?"

"Yes, I mean, is she good not to you?"

Wenie breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, doctor Frans is good, ma'am. Very good even, Wenie did not feel good to be .." she replied softly.

Madam Rahma smiled ambiguously. "But he doesn't dare to mess with you, does he?"

God, please don't ask me that, Mom. This is a question, the real question ... Wenie shook her head stiffly.

"You didn't sleep in the room with her, did you, last night?"

"That's, that's ..."

Well, geez. Here I am again interrogated yes .. What should I answer?

"Are you sure nothing happened? Come on, say the same Mother .." he urged while whispering.

The new Wenie would reply when Frans stepped in rather hastily. "Bu Rahma, it looks like I have to leave now. My assistant at the hospital called me that there was an urgent patient that I had to deal with" he said politely.

The mother looked a little disappointed. "Ah, so .. well, I understand. Thank you so much Doctor Frans has delivered Wenie safely."

"Of course, no problem. I'm happy to do it" Frans replied with a sweet smile. "Wen, I'll go first. Rest well, I'll call you when my business is done."

Wenie nodded slowly. "Good, Mas. Thanks ba—"

"Anything for you, Wen .." cut Frans quickly, he didn't want his girl to be that way.

Madam Rahma smiled knot. "You better take Doctor Frans first to the front, Wen. I'll wait here."

Without further ado, Frans immediately took Wenie's hand and said goodbye to the boarding house.

"Maos ..."

"Hm?"

"Maos ..." Wenie held back her steps so Frans came to a stop before reaching the fence.

"What's wrong?"

Wenie whispered doubtfully. "So I asked about ..."

"I've heard. Answer as it is" Frans said calmly. "You're not scared, are you?"

"Eh, but ..."

"We didn't do anything. At least not yet," Frans groaned in full gesture.

"Iish ... What the hell, Mas!" Wenie hit the man's burly arm slowly. "Don't talk about anything .. later if you hear it, it's not good," he put his lips together.

Frans smiled broadly. "Why indeed? After all, people will not easily believe just like that, right ..."

"What?"

"Two adults of different types in one room, what do they think?" Frans held a wicked smile.

Wenie rolled a lazy eyeball. "That's what I'm worried about ..."

The handsome doctor stroked Wenie's head. "Tell me for what it is that we're just sleeping. Not more."

"What will people believe?" he returned the man's question.

"They want to believe it or not is none of our business" replied Frans sage, his voice calm. "The truth is just the two of us."

"It's also true ..."

"Well, despite the fact that last night I almost completely ate you ..." Frans said as he cast a glance anywhere, holding back the laughter that almost burst from his lips.

"This one ..." Wenie spontaneously pinched the man's waist.

"Aaw, pain .." Frans grimaced spoiled.

"Never say that, I don't want people to misunderstand us," Wenie said softly, her face somewhat sad.

"sorry. But it is true" Frans said in a smile. "Alright, I say hello to you, sweet lady. Take a break, I'll call" he said before leaving.

Wenie raised her gaze and smiled faintly hearing the same promise for the whole time. "Yes, Mum."

Frans whispered in Wenie's ear. "I will always miss you" the girl could not answer, but her ears were slightly reddened.

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"Damn it! You're gonna have to pay a lot for all this, Frans!" an angry roar echoed within the narrow cell that shut itself in.

"Pacify yourself, Boss. We can get out of here safely. Yes, yes .." said one body guard Pras from across the cell to another friend.

"Of course."

Not to mention the body guard said that a police officer came to Pras' cell and opened the padlock deftly.

"You're getting a visit, sir. Come out with me" said the officer.

"Who?"

"Pak Rafael Pratama, my cousin. Let's ..."

Ah, come quickly too, Fael. Just watch out if you can't finish my freedom well. I will not forgive you. I don't want to be sickly here .. Inner Pras growled.

After passing through several detention rooms while finally they arrived at the visiting room where they were waiting for the cousin. He did not see his wife so Pras did not need to mince words with the glamorous woman.

With a heavy breath Pras shook his butt in the chair opposite Rafael.

"The hours of your visit are only thirty minutes from now" the officer told the two.

"Well, thank you," replied Rafael quickly. The officer nodded and left immediately.

Pras is still silent, his aura still stings sharply even though his face is almost full of bruises due to yesterday's fight. He looked at his cousin's sister lazily.

"How are you, brother?" rafael finally opened his voice.

"Curtain ..." Pras mrengos as if not needed. "Not to make any pleasantries. Tell me, have you prepared bail so I can get out of here?"

"I've taken care of it. Wait until tomorrow, they will get you out as soon as possible" replied Rafael calmly.

"Then, what about my men?"

"They're not my responsibility, brother. Let the law take care of it."

Pras glared sharply. "If they are not released, they will trouble me! There will be a family that demands justice."

Rafael smiled with irony. Ck, it has been squeezed so still had time to think about the fate of others. You are really ...

"You take it easy, brother. We will give them the best lawyers to defend themselves against severe punishment for aiding your crime .." Rafael said emotionlessly.

Pras smiled obliquely. "alright. I'm counting on you, Fael .." Pras finally mentioned his name. Rafael smiled faintly.

If it wasn't for you being my cousin's brother and our family business, I wouldn't have been here either.