The Blooming Lotus

A compromise?

Wenie returned home with a flowery heart, forgotten about yesterday's infuriating incident. He just wanted to rest today.

"Doctor Frans is gone, Wen?" ask Rahma's mom.

"Just now, ma'am .." then he sat down at the side of the boarding house like that, picked up the bag and pulled out his smashed phone.

Ms. Rahma reflexively followed her gaze as well. "Mom has one idle phone, would you like to use it for a while?" bargained for.

Wenie seemed to weigh in for a moment. "No need, Mom. I still have an old phone, fortunately it has not been sold, hehee .." he replied with a grin.

"Some of it, it can be destroyed, anyway ... You're apain?"

"It's not me, Mom. This is the work of mas Pras ..." Wenie put her shoulders down.

Madam Rahma was upset. "Pillotent. You're not asking for compensation?"

Wenie shakes. "Leave it, Mom. After all, this is also the phone she gave him the other day. Still grateful the card is not lost," he said kalem.

Mother kos glared in shock. "What do you mean by her giving?"

"The other day I came home at midnight, Mom. Not inget?" asked Wenie while leaning back on the sofa. "That's why I bought this phone .." He held the phone back and forth.

"Yes, throw it away. Upset I see it, next time do not want to buy anything else. Look out for you, yeah!" sahut bu Rahma half sewot.

"Yes, yes, Miss ..." Wenie smiled slightly. "But I hope I won't see him again. I'm scared, Mom," her eyes glare.

Madam Rahma sighed, leaning her back as well. "Mom hope so too. Already, don't think much strange. At least you're safe at home now, baby ..."

"Yes, Mom. Thank you," Wenie leaned her head on the shoulder of the boarding mother who then stroked her head fondly.

For a moment both of them were silent in their current position. Wenie was still holding the phone in her hand while thinking about something without realizing the mother of cost noticed her movements from earlier.

"Oh yes, Wen. Aren't you planning on going back home after this?" ask Rahma's mom.

Wenie frowned. "What's the matter, Mom?"

"It's okay. Yes, maybe you want to calm down first, that's ..."

"Come, Ma. Maybe I'll call you first, tell you."

"You should go home first to your mother's house, after everything improves you come back again," said Ms Rahma trying to talk with her face as flat as possible.

Wenie felt a little strange like something was covered up. "Alright, Wenie will think about it later, ma'am."

Madam Rahma smiled brightly. "Tell me if you want to pull, yes. You want to leave the parcel for your mother there," he said while scrambling Wenie's hair.

"Yes, Mom ..."

"Yes, you rest there" he said. "Oh yeah, have you eaten yet? Last time I cooked teriyaki chicken, sauteed potatoes, same pickles ..."

"That sounds delicious. But later on, I'm not hungry yet" Wenie replied. "I'll go to the room first, Mom," she said politely.

"Yes, sana. Tell Mom if there's anything, baby ..."

He was ready to move when he realized the table was still a mess. Then, Wenie immediately tidied up the glasses that she had almost forgotten about. "Yes, Mom. Wenie washed the glass first just up."

"Oh, just stay. Later Mama's done it," Rahma's hand prevented her from touching the glass.

"Let's just Wenie, Mom."

Madam Rahma breathed. "Just leave said Mother. Quickly to your room there," he threw out a mock jutek, he greeted the tray in Wenie's hands.

"What, Mom?"

"Yes. It's there ..."

The girl shrugged and smiled sweetly. "Yes, Wenie lives yes, Mom," he said as he kissed the cheek of the boarding house.

He rushed upstairs and opened the door of his room after getting the key from inside the bag. Fortunately, the key is still intact in his small bag, in addition to a destroyed phone and a wallet containing an identity card and several pieces of money that is not much.

Wenie was laying down on the single bed that felt very comfortable at this moment. Oh, my bed .. only you understand my body's tiredness the most and can accept myself for who I am without much protest. I love you full, muaah. Hahaa, gelay .. she thought with a smile of her own.

After a short break he went to the bathroom to clean himself and change clothes that had not been replaced for two days even though he had been in the laundry overnight. He threw Prasetyo dress into a dirty laundry basket in the corner of the room. O bad memories, I will give you to others who will accept you as you are if it has been washed, he said in his heart.

When the phone starts up and mobile data is turned on some missed messages and calls scramble in to fill the notification room making the phone slow.

Oh, my God, it's a storm. Patience .. be patient for a moment, this phone is overwhelmed. I'll look at you one by one. Oh yes aampuun, so slow right, huuft ... Oia, how's Eri, huh? Agenda iih ...

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Rafael rushed to leave the police station after meeting Prasetyo and agreed to give a number of guarantees for his freedom. Just stayed one night in that cold narrow cell he had complained a lot and was getting fierce. Two of his predecessors there were also invited to a duel so they had to be separated in different cells.

Realizing that Rafael could only sigh violently while trying to calm down. He decided to return to the hotel to see his wife, Beiby, who was waiting.

Rafael was forced to agree to release Prasetyo even though he was very angry at the behavior of his cousin's brother, this, but his expertise in doing business and being good at managing the company's cash flow makes the man one of the important pillars and keeps him always on the upper hand.

"Basic jerk! If you have a problem like this, I'm always busy fixing the mess you caused ..." Rafael hits the wheel with a hyacinth heart.

I hear you, Fael! Stop cursing behind me or I destroy your clothing company in the blink of an eye .. As soon as Rafael's hair brushes, he feels Pras yelling at his side but no one is there. Maybe he was just too worried and angry.

Then, he stepped on the gas deeper and wanted to quickly return to his wife. Rafael is not a cowardly man, it's just that his situation and condition now force him to bow his head before Prasetyo.

Entering the hotel courtyard, the flat object in the suit pocket rang loudly. A call came in from sister-in-law. "Hello, Mas ..."

"Hello, Fael. Are you still at the hotel with your wife?"

Rafael immediately loosened his face when he received a call from Frans, his brother-in-law. "I just got back from the police, Mas. What's up?"

"So, have you seen your sister?"

"Here, Mas ..."

"What are you guys talking about? Tell me everything, Fael."

Rafael squeezes the steering wheel, worried and afraid to take whose side? One is a cousin and an important person in the family company and the other is a sister-in-law who cannot be ignored if the household wants to calm down.

Fael, you heard me, right? Hurry up say ..."

"Yes, Mas ... I hear. Kak Pras asked to be released from the cell immediately" said Rafael Lirih, he was afraid to wake the sleeping tiger.

There was an angry hiss on the other end of the phone, it was still daytime but it felt really gripping like midnight in a grave. "Tell me all the plans, don't miss a single one or you'll know the consequences ..."

"Well, Mas," replied Rafael obediently. "You know, I'm also actually reluctant to do it all if not because he's my brother and an important person in our company .." continued Rafael a little reasoned.

"I get it, so just do what he asks so long as you don't keep it a secret from me" Frans said. "I think you understand, too, that if he could really be free I wouldn't let him off so easily. I'll find a way to drag him back to the face of the law" Frans said grumpily.

"Good Mas, good ... I will definitely support Mas," replied Rafael, let him plan the moment that matters one by one can be handled first.

He thought, if Prasetyo act again after his freedom then he was ready to raise his hand. There were too many things he had to deal with every time his cousin made a tantrum because of his stubbornness and indiscriminate arrogance.

And now he must also appease the anger of the brother-in-law if he does not want his new household as long as a corn victim, because it is certain Beiby will defend his only brother.

With his head crowded with a myriad of mixed thoughts and feelings, Rafael decides to get off and immediately enter the hotel. He headed to the restaurant on the left side of the hotel lobby, where his beloved wife was waiting for him to enjoy afternoon tea.

"Here, beibh .." call Beiby while waving a little.

Rafael walked gallantly while commenting on the sweet smile, although dizziness still had to appear cool in front of his beloved wife, right?

"Have you been waiting, baby?" Raphael kissed his wife's forehead.

"It's only been ten minutes anyway, Mas," Beiby replied gently. "How's your brother doing, baby?" ask her while giving tea.

"He's fine. At least he still wants to eat even though he may not be able to sleep well .." said the husband as he grabbed his tea cup.

Beiby sighed then stroked her husband's shoulder. "Prophey, baby. You must be dizzy with this problem .." he said concernedly. "I'm definitely supporting you."

"It's okay, baby. Just so you can understand me that's enough. Thanks .." he kissed his wife's hand.

Then, Rafael leaned his tired body on the sofa followed by Beiby. He felt a little at ease now, although his heart was still agitated but at least he had the full support of his wife. He must finish all this as soon as possible and hope Prasetyo does not act in the future.

Tomorrow he must return to the police station to confirm a ransom amount to be sent to the police account and pick up his older cousin. Although he was reluctant but he had to sacrifice too, right? Because after all he was his closest brother since they were small and grew up together in a close bond of brotherhood.

Not a soul and body Rafael is getting tired it feels. Huuf ... Brother, brother .. I hope this is the last time I can help you and then save yourself well.