The Blooming Lotus

Lunch (2)

Wenie's heart started pounding uncontrollably again after hearing that question to the point. He slowly adjusted his breathing to hold back the smile that was about to rise from his lips without command. Not to forget the two cheeks that always meet red, of course, all that did not escape from the corner of Frans's eyes are observant.

The car driven by the man had been down the crowded streets for approximately twenty minutes until he finally found a place to eat that is not so crowded visitors.

"We just eat here, yes" Frans said as the car entered the parking lot of a cafe, it was not a question.

Wenie nodded in agreement. "As far as you go, Mom. I'm coming ..."

"Have you ever been here?" ask Frans as he steps out.

"That's all. It also felt like it had been a while," Wenie also rushed down, preventing herself from being served.

"Hurry up .." Frans murmured a smile at the girl's behavior. "Then can you recommend the best menu here?"

"Hm, I'm not sure .." Wenie replied with a shrug.

"alright. Why don't we just try it out?" Frans then took him into the cafe with tropical nuances, the hallmark of a friendly and contemporary local cafe.

A waiter greeted them at the door and recommended a comfortable sitting room for two. After sitting down, Frans and Wenie received a menu book and looked over it for a moment and ordered two different sets of menus and desserts.

The lunch moment was a leisurely walk with small talk interspersed with small laughs. Frans seemed so relaxed enjoying the cozy atmosphere with the view of the sweet girl in front of him. Similarly to Wenie, she felt Frans was a perfect, gentle and humorous man. Do not forget the handsome face of the crossbreed with thick eyebrows, clear eyes that stare in the shade, a sharp nose and also sexy lips that once stole a kiss from him.

Oh, my God, his chest is pounding unsettled again. "Eh, I stayed in the toilet for a while huh," Wenie said after she finished eating.

"Yes. Don't get lost, Wen .." Frans Jahil's message. "Hm, or do I need to deliver?" bargained for.

Wenie lips. "I'm just going to the toilet, Mom. It's too bad to stray in a cafe this big ..."

Frans only chuckles in response. "Yes, yeah. Believe ..."

"Be careful not to run away, yes," joked Wenie half-threatening.

"Faithful servants await the princess," Frans replied with a witty smile.

"Iish, that's so much ..." Wenie couldn't help but laugh, then she left before the man teased her again.

Wenie entered the women's toilet in the corner of the building, side by side with a men's toilet whose outside is given a partition so as not to intersect with each other between different types of visitors.

After a few minutes she finished tidying up her makeup, Wenie immediately went out of the toilet. Just as the third step, a young man wearing a black hoodie jacket walked quickly from the left and hit him quite hard.

"Yes ..." Wenie suffocated in shock, her body shaken instantly but the man managed to hold her hand in time.

"Oh, forgive me, brother! I was not intentionally, was in a hurry .." he said in a guilty tone.

Wenie immediately pulled the hand that was within the man's grasp. "Okay, it's okay. Thank you for holding me back, otherwise I could have fallen down earlier .." Wenie replied as she tidied up the nearly exposed dress.

"It's just a reflex. Again forgive me," said the man, bowing his body.

Wenie was actually a bit upset but now she was not happy to see that person's attitude. "Yes, yes. Then I go first huh," said Wenie hurriedly.

He had a glimpse of his face, quite handsome as well. The man was white with slightly narrowed eyes typical of Asia and a little hair fell on his face resembling bangs. Oh, my God, what else is this? I have to hurry, Mas Frans is waiting for me.

It was unexpected that the man smiled with satisfaction behind him. "Successful mission, boss!" report it through the headset in the ear, then sneak out through the back door.

Wenie did not realize the person had put the eavesdropping device in her bag and danger had already begun to lurk. He rushed back to the man who was sitting waiting for him and the dessert was also served a while ago.

"Sorry I'm a little old, Mas ..."

Frans looked up from his phone and smiled faintly. "It's okay. Come on, the ice pudding is still cold ..."

Wenie chuckled. "So you want to know, if the ice is warm how is it?" he said while scooping his ice pudding.

Frans just chuckled. "Oh yeah, you want me to take you home or come with me, Wen?" frans asked in between his meals.

Wenie's brows furrowed in confusion. "Where are you going, Mom?"

"To the hospital" he answered. "My assistant just called, there's still some scheduled patients to consult this afternoon."

Wenie felt bad. "I'm sorry, Mas. I'm interrupting your work time .." she said softly.

"Hey, don't be. It's not your fault" replied Frans softly. "After all, did I take you to lunch?"

"Yes ..."

"Where's the problem?"

"I just don't feel good" he said quickly. "Then I will go home by myself by taxi, so Mas can go directly to the hospital," Wenie decided.

Frans clucked no like. "Ck! You'd better come with me, Wen .." He finished his meal immediately.

Wenie looked confused. "Lho, what's it for, Mas?"

"Let's just say you pay for my time" Frans replied cheerfully.

"Eh, meaning?"

Wenie tried to refuse to come along and said she wanted to go home soon but of course that reason was not accepted. The man took her to the hospital where she was serving.

After Wenie was ushered into Frans' private study, the man went to see the patient who was waiting for a consultation and asked for a prescription. Many choose post-operative outpatient care because their health is more stable.

Almost two hours Wenie waited in the office of the handsome doctor when the day was getting late. During that time there is also not much he can do other than scroll-scroll medsos on mobile phones and occasionally read health tabloids published by hospitals. Even a waiter had twice come to deliver cold drinks and snacks on Frans' orders, but the doctor had not appeared yet.

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While in another place Prasetyo seemed to hold back furious when he saw his laptop receiving a signal from a sound eavesdropping device that also functions as a GPS it shows Wenie's current location.

"Damn! What are you doing there, Wen?" Prasetyo gritted his jaws tightly. "The way you ignored my warning the other day," he squeezed the coffee mug in his hand.

Very tired it feels Prasetyo body and mind at this time, but anger is more in control of him due to problems that come in a row. This morning Istianti forced her to go home to see their child, grateful that her health had improved. His high fever has subsided thanks to two bags of infusions given periodically by a ners (nurse) on a prescription from a pediatrician called home.

Now Prasetyo is in the workspace in his house which is on the top floor. Here he used to spend time to complete office tasks while avoiding his wife who since the beginning had not been wholeheartedly loved. But now a cute daughter has been born from her womb, so it becomes a strong bond between them even though her heart is reluctant.

His phone rang, a video call from his wife. After the fifth ring, Prasetyo received a call.

"Hello, Pa ..." Raisa yells happily on the mobile screen.

"Hi, dear ..."

"Where is papa?" raisa asked stammeredly, he had not been fluent in speech at the age of eighteen months.

Instantly Prasetyo's face softened. "Papa's up, baby. It's coming down in a minute, wait ..."

Raisa nodded happily, Isti whispered something in her ear which then made the little girl excited. "Pa, the streets ..."

Spontan Prasetyo raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Mama or I asked to go for a walk, right?" he insinuated Isti who deliberately did not show his face on the screen.

Raisa laughed innocently. "Mrs ..."

Prasetyo smiled in annoyance, but he held back. "Yes already. Ica get ready first there, later Papa go down the road directly ..."

"Horee ..." cried her daughter delighted. "Ica get ready, Pa."

Prasetyo nodded slightly then closed the call. Damn you, Isti! It could be inciting Raisa who is sick to ask for a walk. Just be careful if the child gets a fever again!

In the lower room Isti laughed happily with his little girl. "Yeah! Finally we can walk the same papa, baby ..."

"Buy the doll, Ma," Raisa's pinta.

"OKAY. What do you want again? I'll say the same papa, yeah. Ask for a lot, your papa just payday .." said the mama instigated.

Raisa who is still innocent of course remembers the message of her mother, she immediately changed clothes and waited for the papa in the living room. Following Isti who is neat with a beautiful casual dress and polished makeup that glows. His hair was ponytailed until it showed a tiered neck decorated with pearl necklaces, not to forget the famous brand output glasses perched on the head.

Unfortunately all of that is not able to arouse the feelings of Prasetyo as his partner. Often the man only responded as necessary for various reasons, the rest he was cold and evasive.

After waiting for fifteen minutes Prasetyo finally went down, he only wore a white T-shirt with short denim pants and a sneaker that made him look relaxed. Unlike the usual look that often wears a shirt equipped with an elegant body fit suit typical of young executives.

"Papa .." cried Raisa when she saw him coming down.

Prasetyo immediately grabbed his son in a decapitation. "Is he asking for a walk, is he healed?"

"Already, Pa. There was no infusion" he said, showing his small arm.

Prasetyo turned to a female ners standing by the sofa, the young girl had just taken off Raisa's infusion and was preparing to return to the clinic.

"Then I say goodbye, sir, Mom," he said politely. "Dek Ica, later the medicine do not forget to drink?"

Prasetyo smiled kindly. "What did she say? Thank you Brother ..." she taught Raisa.

"Thank you, Brother ..." Raisa imitated her papa.

"Later medicine Ica drink," guided Prasetyo again.

"Later to take medicine .." said Raisa as much as possible.

The nurse with the name tag Dahlia on her left chest smiled at Raisa's obedience, then left and Isti tried to open her voice. "Come, Mas. Later in the afternoon, fear of rain ..."

"Had known every rainy afternoon, you even taught the child to ask for a way out" Prasetyo grumbled as he walked away from his wife.

Isti just blurted my lips no matter. "If the child must be, my. When will you be able to get another sick child?"

Prasetyo did not reply, he walked towards the garage while holding Raisa and entered the car without waiting for Isti who was two steps behind him. After the woman climbed by her side, Prasetyo drove to the city park, which is usually quite crowded in the afternoon.

Raisa who was in the lap of the mother continued to babble and laugh cheerfully, not understanding the tension between her parents. Isti and Prasetyo try to be harmonious in front of their only puppets despite the mutual recrimination and not calm.

Sure enough, the city park is currently quite crowded visitors. Many children run to and fro, some play in the sand pool, some are scrambling to ride various rides games, or are in line to buy snacks with their parents.

Isti and Prasetyo agreed not to let his son play here because all the games were not suitable for children under two years old, so they just took a walk to enjoy the afternoon breeze. A rare enough opportunity for Isti and Raisa to be able to feel their togetherness like today.