The Blooming Lotus

Drama

The boy was increasingly afraid to hear the screams of the beautiful woman. Even though he was wrong should have received enough reprimand and he had received it from Wenie, the sweet-faced little aunt.

"Why silence? Are you mute? Where are your parents?" cecar Isti was impatient.

Hearing that Wenie felt annoyed but she was just speechless, she was fixated to see how the little girl had an innate and face that resembled Prasetyo. A reality that made his heart seem pinched, painful.

Frans continued to encourage the boy not to cry. "Let's apologize to this mother" Frans said softly.

The five-year-old boy in the shape of a bongsor did not dare to raise his face. "I'm sorry, Mom. I accidentally nudged his grandpa to a fall," his voice trembled slightly.

Isti grunts furiously. "You're big, you should be careful. No running around like that!" means rough. "See my son's knee is injured. How are you responsible, huh!"

Some people interrupted her speech, judging the woman as too excessive, arrogant and arrogant just because of trivial problems, but of course Isti did not care.

Then Frans tried to relieve the anger of Isti who continued to nag the apes boy. "Calm Miss Isti, this can be discussed carefully. This child also accidentally wants to hurt the mother's child ..."

"You can say that because Raisa's not your child, Doc," he argued in annoyance. "And again this woman ... she is also unmarried and does not know what it's like to have children, so surely she will not agree with me, right?" insinuation piercing.

Wenie widened in shock, not expecting Isti to say such a ridiculous thing. "Gosh, it turns out you're still the same as you used to be" he growled. "Bas selfish, you can talk like that!"

"What!" challenge Isti. "I'm right, aren't I?"

Frans rubbed Wenie's shoulders trembling furiously. "That's it, Mom. Let's go to the clinic, later I will treat the wound," he told Isti then looked at the little girl with a sweet smile. "Don't cry anymore, beautiful. Come on, Om treat ..."

But Isti looked hard-hearted. "No need," he refused. "I can treat my own child, but I want this child reported to his parents to be punished" he said.

Some people again sounded reproachful, then Isti continued, "Lho, rather than myself handling it, it must be a delay right?" he was looking for justification out of whom.

He really abstains from retreating in terms of maintaining his own ego alias. Either wrong or right he will continue to survive if it concerns himself and his family. Someone quietly went from there calling the security guard just in case this situation doesn't find a way out.

But Frans is not a man who is easily ignited emotions if you have to deal with this kind of woman. His facial and gesture countenance did not change at all, remaining as calm as ever. Maybe for him this is like facing a stubborn patient, especially Isti was his former patient first.

"It's better not to extend it again, ma'am. So that your child can be treated quickly and rest before the wound is infected," Frans suggested.

"Doctor doesn't have to bother setting me up," replied Isti about to get up holding Raisa, his eyes constantly glaring at the boy.

The woman was about to leave just as a man came in with a pack of ice cream in his hand, interrupting the commotion. At first he did not know who was there, only because he could not find his son and his wife sitting in the place before then he was interested in coming.

"What is this a lot?" his question was astonished, then his gaze was immediately fixed on Raisa who was sobbed in his wife's arms. "She's! What's wrong with you, honey? Why is this, Is?" he panicked to approach both.

Wenie who was silent opposite him was amazed, he was unable to speak a word. Finally the figure was present between them and this situation was truly awkward as well as irritating.

His heart felt like it was slashed staring at the scene in front of his eyes, especially when he heard Prasetyo's tone of voice that was clearly worrying about his son and wife. Seeing Wenie's frostiness, Frans then told the boy to leave from there, his attention should not be split. Right now her priority was Wenie, she knew in a moment there would be more exciting drama.

"Hey, kid. Where are you going to run?" yelled Isti angry, apparently he saw Frans just let go.

Prasetyo's gaze automatically looked for the figure of the boy who meant his wife but had been hunted to disappear among the crowd, but now it was precisely his net saw two other figures standing not far from him.

"You guys!" he cried out in surprise, for a moment he forgot the little girl he was holding. His gaze was more on Wenie. "What are you guys doing here?"

The girl stiffened at Frans' side, squeezing her sleeves slowly. The man's reflexes pulled Wenie to the back of his body to make her feel a little safe.

Isti knew whose eyes her husband was fixated on. "Mas! Ignore him, quickly find the damn boy!" Isti screeched, his heart boiling.

Unexpectedly Prasetyo easily obeyed Isti's orders and rose up to look for a fleeing target, but Frans immediately blocked his path.

"Wait, Pras. Let me be in charge of treating your son" he said calmly. "There's no need for you to find the boy, he apologized to your wife just now."

Prasetyo looked angrily and said harshly, "Curtain, do you want to be a hero here, Frans? Move aside! Don't block my path!"

Frans smiled wryly, he was not disturbed. "Don't exaggerate a small problem, the child just accidentally nudges your child. That's all."

"Little problem you said? My son got hurt just a little problem you said?" without the cue Prasetyo directly hit Frans.

Wenie screamed, not expecting Prasetyo to react like that. "Stop, Mas!" spontaneously he went forward to break up two big men in front of him, trying to hold Prasetyo's hand. "Don't play hit!" wenie said loudly.

Prasetyo only glanced at him a glance and said in a commanding tone, "Keep away, Wen! Let me teach him a lesson this one time so he knows what it's like to be 'snapped'."

Frans only smiled slantedly staring at Prasetyo's grip on his shirt. "It was just a small wound, why did you overreact like this, Pras? Isn't it natural that a child falls sometimes?"

The sensible question was not to relieve Prasetyo's emotions even more tapering it. Soon a fist was thrown for Frans who was already in his grasp. But Prasetyo is not that easy to get lucky, Frans dodged quickly while pushing Wenie away.

"Brengsw! Come here, face me!" prasetyo was angry.

Got a series of attacks Frans could not stay still, he finally repelled and was forced to hit Prasetyo back in the crowd.

Once again Wenie shouted to remind Prasetyo. "Mas Pras, stop! Here there is still your son to see," he reminded. "Please control yourself!"

Then again heard the cry of the little girl, she was frightened in her mother's arms when watching her papa fight so that Prasetyo's attention was shifted to her. But Isti said nothing but to calm her son, it seemed like she wanted to see how far her husband would defend her.

"Stop!" there was a loud scream accompanied by a shrill voice from far away. Two guards rushed towards them and said, "Stop now or you guys should come with us to the security office!"

"We're done, sir .." sobbed Frans with a sweaty face. "I'm sorry, I don't intend to make a fuss, he's the one who started it" he pointed to Prasetyo.

Prasetyo stared fiercely. "You!"

"That's enough! You want to make peace now or at the office?" a security guard who looks like an army.

Frans just shrugged his shoulders, he chose to retreat and took Wenie away from there as soon as possible.

"Mas Frans, are you okay?" tanyanya anxious, he flipped through the hands of Frans who had been hit Prasetyo.

Frans smiled a little. "Don't worry about me. I'm the one who's worried about you" he said gently. "You okay?"

"I'm okay ..."

"Good, let's go" he tightly embraced the girl. He invites Wenie to continue the journey to the seafood restaurant.

Two security guards were still there, not trying to prevent his departure. On the other hand Prasetyo also did not not see and hear their conversation, only now he was focused on calming his daughter who was still crying.

Along with Frans and Wenie who had left there, Prasetyo also immediately invited Isti and Raisa home. And the two guards were still watching until they completely dispersed and stopped making a fuss.

After walking some distance Frans saw Wenie looking uncomfortable. "Are you okay, Wen?"

Wenie held back a step and shook her head slowly. "We'll just go home, Mas ..."

"But you haven't eaten yet" Frans said. "We eat first yes, after that I just take you home" he persuaded.

Wenie sucked her small lips, her heart was agitated. "I'll eat at home" he replied lethargic, his face holding back tears.

"Don't think about this, assume you don't see anything" he said, trying to cheer up.

But what happened was that the girl's face was getting tangled. Wenie walked towards an empty park bench and sat down without passion, Frans followed patiently. He felt a little sorry for coming here at such an inopportune time.

"Is your leg still hurting?" ask Frans to worry.

Wenie shook her head weakly, she saw her feet which were covered in low-heeled sandals that the man had suddenly bought on his way to the park.

"Can I cry?" ask the girl suddenly.

The man by her side immediately held her warm. "Crying ..."

Wenie sobbed softly in Frans' arms. "I'm sorry, Mas" he said, then pulled away, wiping his tears.

"For?"

"I couldn't help you when Prasetyo attacked you like that ..."

Frans shook his head and said, "That's not what you want to say."

Wenie was bowed in, her heart ached.

"I'm right?"

The girl nodded weakly. "I can't help myself with Pras, let alone being there"

"Sstt .. I told you not to think. Just ignore the problem, you'll get used to it, "persuade Frans gently.

Wenie just fell silent and she resignedly pulled again into the warm embrace of Frans who turned out to be able to calm her chaotic heart.

Frans observed the atmosphere around began to be rather quiet from children's visitors because the day had gone up at night. But in some corners still seen a number of young people gathered to enjoy the night in the park which is now decorated with colorful lights.

"We're home?" asked the man after a while to hug her.

Wenie nodded in agreement. Then he thought he would follow where Frans would take him, he did not care. And the half-hour trip was short enough as he realized he was in a strange place. It seemed like he was in the basement parking lot of a building but he really hadn't noticed anything since.

"Where are we, Mas?"

"In my apartment" Frans replied.

Wenie looked confused. "Eh, really?"

The man smiled slightly and said, "I took you home and you nodded ..."

"Eh, that's ..." Wenie hesitated.

Frans then pulled Wenie close by his side. "Tonight you're mine" he whispered mischievously.

As soon as Wenie rebelled wanting to let go of Frans' embrace, her heart suddenly thumped, her mind grew alert.

The half-bule man immediately laughed amusedly but still did not want to let Wenie off his side. He continued to embrace it until he entered the elevator which would lead them directly to Frans' private room.