The Blooming Lotus

Lunch (1)

Prasetyo enters his room followed by Isti who still looks obedient even though he knows his wife is not the type of quiet woman. But he still had to be able to control everything in his grasp no matter how hard his wife fought later.

He shook himself off the sofa and unbuttoned some shirts that made him look a little charming, but Isti did not want to be fooled by this view even though he used to love it very much.

"Please get me a drink," Prasetyo pinta in a slightly soft tone.

Isti deftly turned to the bar table and took the mineral water available there. "This, Mas ..."

Prasetyo received it and directly gulped it from the bottle. " Sit .." he pointed at the sofa opposite him, not wanting to be close to his wife.

"When are you going home, Mom?" ask Isti not to talk.

"Have I told you to talk?" Pras sniffed cynically.

Isti just put his shoulders indifferently. "I've waited too long, do you still have to wait for me to ask?"

Prasetyo squeezed the mineral bottle furiously. "You're getting brave now! Looks like I haven't educated you well in a long time ..."

The woman breathed a rough sigh. "Already, Mas. I don't want to fight with you anymore. Your son is waiting at home, Raisa is sick ..."

That one name was enough to silence him at this moment. Prasetyo threw his face away in annoyance. "What did you tell me? Just take him to the doctor."

"You think I haven't taken good care of her all this time? Every time he got sick I took him for treatment. But that's not what he needs!" Isti felt all the emotions wanting to burst out from within his chest. "He needs his father!"

Prasetyo grieves lazily. "You can find another father for him."

"Don't go too far, Mas!" Isti's really offended right now. "Is this because of that damn ja'lang again? He's been so far away from you, "his tears are about to spread.

"So what you say!" Prasetyo stood full of anger. "He's not the ja'lang you think he is. Pull words!"

"No! If she is a good woman, she will not take you away from me.." Isti argued no less fierce. "Based on the actor, I'll definitely strangle him later!"

Instantly one loud slap landed on his wife's smooth cheek. "How dare you threaten him in front of me!" prasetyo yelled wrathfully.

Isti unexpectedly laughed. "You could even slap your legal wife for that whistle, Mas. Very impressive ..." he rubbed his cheek that felt numb, his slap was really wholehearted.

"Close your mouth, Isti!" prasetyo almost attacked his wife if the doorbell didn't ring soon, someone came. I turned away but refused to go open the door.

With a stomping step Prasetyo finally set foot towards the door whose bell was unceasingly shrieking. He peeked out of the glass hole before opening it, only Rafael and his wife.

Rafael looked worriedly at his brother. "You all right, brother? I was looking for you at the restaurant, but you're already here ..."

"Come in if you want to know .." he said stiffly, the look in his eyes indicates the situation is not conducive.

Rafael is still sculpting, weighing whether to enter or not. "Ah, it seems unnecessary. I don't want to bother you guys" he decided not to come in because Beiby pinched his waist. "I'll go to my room first, see you ..."

Prasetyo did not answer, he only looked bleakly at the departure of his sister and brother-in-law who entered the room to the right of his room.

"Darling ... Do you think your brother is fighting with his wife?" beiby asked when they were in his room.

Rafael breathed a heavy sigh. "Content ... Did you see her face? It looks like they're in a big storm. What's more is clearly Kak Pras has filed for divorce to court," he paced back and forth with uneasiness.

Beiby sits on a wide sofa and lays her legs gracefully. "It looks like the characters they both have are equally harsh. But to be honest your brother is very annoying, Mas. It's wrong to still insist anyway .." his comment was a bit upset.

"You're right, honey. Kak Pras is not a person who easily relented and his wife is not the kind of gentle woman, he will justify all means to achieve his wishes .." replied Rafael agreed.

"Then this will be very complicated in the future," said Beiby concerned, then he smiled ignorantly. "Then, what kind of man are you, baby?" ask her in a seductive tone.

A smile spread across Rafael's handsome face. "I'll be whatever kind of guy you like, baby .." he sits by Beiby's side and kisses his wife's sweet lips.

Beiby replied to him briefly then pushed the field chest away. "Where can that be? You have to have principles, baby," she protested.

Rafael seemed to think for a moment. "Yes, my principle is whatever makes you happy then that's what I do."

"If my happiness has been away from you for months what?" his eyes were flinching.

Rafael jerks. "Hey, you're looking for trouble .." And then he lunged at his wife on the couch.

"Aaw, geez .. geez, dear ... it's amused," Beiby laughed loosely in Rafael's sudden possessive pacing like a cat afraid to lose the bait, the woman was indeed fishing for trouble right now and she enjoyed it. They tease each other and mumble the rest of the time.

In contrast to the conditions in the room next door full of warmth, now Prasetyo is facing the tantrums of his wife who does not want to be silent on his return there. Isti welcomed the war flag valiantly for feeling he had to defend his household for the sake of Raisa, their son.

What's more the problem is because Wenie, the girl who since the beginning of their marriage has caused a rift that is getting worse until now. Isti was not daunted in the slightest even though her husband was blatantly defending Wenie. Even he had prepared an emergency step if all this resistance was in vain, he had already contacted 'smart people' who had provided in the past.

This method is not Prasetyo does not know, only he still gives tolerance to them. As far as Wenie was still fine then she just had to remain vigilant so as not to be cheated like she used to. It was very annoying, a bad memory that could not be thrown out of his mind until now.

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This afternoon Wenie was pecking herself in front of the mirror, she was wearing a pastel dress with a knit bolero off white to cover her delicate shoulders. Her hair was left softly sagged and pretty clamped on the left. To complete his appearance he wears three-centimeter heels and a small bag.

Almost half an hour ago Frans told Wenie that he was on his way to the boarding house, so he immediately went down to meet Rahma's mother who was watching television. Right at half-hour one afternoon a shiny black sedan car owned by Frans had arrived in front of the boarding house.

"Come in first, Mas," Wenie pinta as she greeted him at the door.

Frans gave a small nod and went in to say hello to Rahma. "Jiang, Ms. Rahma ..."

"No need, Mom. I want permission to take Wenie to lunch for a while" he said politely.

Madam Rahma smiled happily. "Go, be careful on the road. Last night Wenie also had permission on me," he replied.

Frans looked affectionately at the girl sitting half a meter away from him, while Wenie replied with a small smile. "Thank you, then we'll leave right now, ma'am ..."

"Ah, yes. Please, Doc .." replied Rahma. "Wenie, take good care of yourself, baby," the message whispered, the girl nodded obediently.

The two went hand in hand without being followed by a very understanding and affectionate host Wenie. For her Wenie was like a substitute for her daughter who had long settled abroad following her husband and only occasionally did they return to this mansion.

Arriving outside the fence Wenie was surprised to see Frans' car. "Replace your car, Mas?"

"Only temporarily, my car is being repaired in the workshop .." replied Frans. "Come, come in," he opened the front passenger door for her.

Wenie gave a small nod, her cheeks slightly reddened. "good. Thank you, Mommy."

Frans only smiled sweetly then closed the door and immediately walked towards the steering wheel on the right side. "Don't be so awkward .." gently reprimand when you've started driving.

"I'm not used to it, Mom. It's a little weird .." - denied Wenie.

"From now on get used to it, okay?"

Wenie could only agree. After all it was just a small sweet treatment that he would not always get, only occasionally the man did it if he was in no hurry. A common thing but always able to make his heart touched.

Thankful the weather this afternoon is not so hot because a lump of white clouds are marching in the blue sky so that sunlight does not directly hit the surface of the earth. At least it's bright enough for two lovebirds who are planning to go on a lunch date.

The streets are not too crowded, while driving Frans occasionally steal a glance at the girl sitting sweet next to him. Knowing that Wenie became somewhat misbehaved and she was busy calming the subtle sighs in her chest so that the hue of her face did not turn more red than now.

"Dress fits you" chirps Frans break the silence.

Wenie smiled faintly. "Thank you .. but, actually I'm not used to wearing a dress ..."

"Why? You look more beautiful when you wear it.." asked the man curiously.

"I'd rather wear casual clothes, more freely move .." Wenie replied carefully.

Frans put on a smile. "Lantas, why are you forcing yourself to wear it, hm?"

"Just adjust to the situation" he replied quickly. "Mas invited me to lunch, then at least my clothes should be a bit 'appropriate' a bit, right?"

"You always deserve to wear anything" Frans softly denied. "Again, your movement will be more flexible if you wear a dress like this," his eyes wink full of gestures.

Wenie flinched, her face met with embarrassment. "Iish, don't talk, ah .." he pretended to sulk. It's always just grazing when it comes to anything, why the hell? You don't know yes, I like to be very vague if you just want to talk ...

Frans chuckled lightly. "Yes, sorry. I was just kidding .." he said.

"Oh yes, Mas. It seems like in a few days I will leave," Wenie said turning the topic over.

The man immediately put on a fine ear while looking over. "You what, Wen?"

"Hey, focus on driving, Mas. I'm afraid of crashing ..."

"I can activate the auto-drive. Where are you going?" tanyanya was getting impatient.

The corner of the girl's lips curled sweetly feeling the panic in Frans' voice. "I just want to go home a few days, miss my mom ..."

A slightly calming answer. "I'm taking you, huh? Where's yourhouse?"

"Hm, no need, Mom. I've booked a trip," she declined subtly.

Frans' forehead puckered not like. "Then why are you just saying it now?"

"It was also impromptu. Last night Mama called to come home, I thought you told me?" wenie replied softly, she felt some discomfort.

The man took a slow breath. "So, when are you leaving ... ninggalin Mas?"

Wenie chuckled softly. "Apaan deh .. a very drama, I only go home three days kampung kok, Mas."

"But you are, keep me here .." lamented. "You don't want to jump on purpose, do you? I'm suspicious, don't you want to be betrothed?"

"Eh, gosh .. no, that's not it," he's not feeling well. "Where there are fools, it is not an age of times ..."

Frans' lips bent not like. "It's still an age and it will always be anywhere" he argued.

"Mas, I'm just going home for a little while now and then, back to work. Where there is time for such a thing, I am not ready yet," Wenie said casually.

The man turned back to her, his eyes looked curiously then his lips smirked ignorantly. "really? What if the one who's being betrothed is me, hm?" shoot directly.

Wenie gasped, confused to answer. "If that's .. I haven't thought about it, Mas," he looked down embarrassed.

Frans did not want to press her again, for her already knowing enough of this little girl's reaction. You still want to take care of yourself apparently, well .. I'll give you some time. But don't expect me to back off, you're mine, sweet ...