The Blooming Lotus

Special Night

Frans deliberately continued to tease Wenie to divert her grief. He knew the girl was not good at lying, everything in her was natural and spontaneous. While Wenie felt Frans' attitude really made her blush and her mood improved a little.

The elevator arrived on the fifteenth floor and the door opened right in the living room of his apartment. Wenie was stunned for an instant when she saw the scene in front of her and was half in disbelief. This apartment looks luxurious, even the elevator stops inside the house!

Is Mas Frans really that rich? Though all this time there is nothing striking from its appearance and the car is like the property of most people. Jesus, I think he's too low profile, Wenie's inner gamang.

"Let's go in!" Frans guided himself off the escalator.

Wenie felt somewhat worried. "The shift stopped inside your apartment, Mas?" finally the question escaped his thin lips as well.

Frans put on a smile. "Yes, almost all apartments here have private elevators in addition to public lifts" he explained.

There was not the slightest hint of arrogance in her tone and demeanor, Wenie felt a little calm. Good, he is still like the Frans I know, Wenie murmured inwardly.

The man changed his shoes with house slippers and gave a pair to Wenie, so the girl imitated him and placed the footwear on the wall shelf.

"Sit down, I'll get you some water to drink" Frans said, taking off his jacket and hanging it on a storage pole. "Luck it, it's just us here."

Wenie's forehead shriveled slightly uncomfortably. It's just us, isn't it a bit dangerous?

Frans returned in two minutes and brought two glasses of cold orange juice in a tray. "Drink first, after that you come with me to the kitchen," he said excitedly.

The girl looked back questioningly. "To the kitchen?"

"Hm, I'm gonna cook something for our dinner."

Wenie straightened her ears. "Well, would you like to cook? Seriously?"

"Yes. Tell me, what do you want to eat now?" ask Frans.

The girl chuckled little. "Either? I can eat anything as long as it's from an obvious source ..."

"Good then" said Frans gladly.

"Hm, if I may let me cook. Well, even though it's not very clever too 'sih, '" Wenie suggested shyly.

Frans shook his head and said, "I just want you to accompany me, and you're my special guest tonight."

Wenie's face turned red and her cheeks stiffened slightly. "It looks like it's a new hobby of yours, Mas ..."

"No. I'm serious, Wen," Frans replied with a deep look. "There haven't been many friends that I've allowed to come to my apartment, let alone women" she said.

Once again Wenie felt all the fireworks glow in her chest. Seistim that? Reflex he lowered his gaze and busied himself with orange juice in his hands.

While Frans was anxious to see the reaction of this girl, he really liked her. She was different unlike most girls she had met, who were often too blatantly expressing feelings and demanding.

Suddenly Wenie's phone shook gently in her little bag, a call from Rahma's mom.

"Bu Rahma called" he told Frans. "I'll lift you up first, Mom."

Frans nodded small. "Then I stay for a while" he said as he left.

After she finished, Wenie immediately put the phone in her bag again, not intending to put it on the table like she did in Frans' office this afternoon. In a room as good as this he felt his phone was too shabby.

"Bu Rahma said what, Wen?" frans asked when he returned ten minutes later.

Wenie petrified for a moment when she saw it that looked fresh after bathing, again she was made insecure because she remembered she had not bathed in the afternoon and changed clothes. Jesus, he's too cool, what I am is just a droplet of oil, Wenie's mind languishes.

Then the girl regained her senses and replied, "Eh, my usual, I'm just asking what time I'm home."

Frans nodded in understanding. "Alright, now follow me," he asked.

"Eh, so how, Mas. Should I help you cook?" wenie asked, her gaze expectantly.

The man shook his head. "I've told you, you've accompanied me enough" he replied.

Frans raised an eyebrow and whispered in secret. "I'll only ask for one thing" he said, seriously.

"What?" wenie asked curiously.

"I ask you to keep your eyes and heart to me" he replied with witty eyes.

Wenie immediately choked on the juice she was drinking. "Uhuk! Haaish, gombal mulu deh.." he coughed small.

Frans reflexively approached and patted his back slowly. "Slowly drink."

"Mas the hell, make me surprised," his grunts still coughed, his eyes until watery.

"But I'm serious, Wen," said Frans kekeuh.

"Ehm, well, well .." said the girl as she cleared her throat to clear the remaining water . Well please, don't like combalin jomblowati why the hell, Mas. *I'm just*so it's ...

Seeing Wenie slowly being able to breathe normally she stopped patting but her eyes continued to stare at the sweet figure in front of her, making Wenie misbehave again.

Wenie inserted a fallen hair child to cloud her nervousness but failed. "Don't look at me that way." he looked down avoiding the view.

"What?" frans asked still did not want to switch, he was sitting on his back. "You know, I'm thinking something ..."

The girl would not want to look curious. "Think what?"

Frans gave a smile without answering, then got up and said, "It's getting night, I'm hungry ..."

The movement is as light as cotton, it breezes into a short hallway that connects the living room with the kitchen.

"Eh, wait for me," he put his juice and bag on the table and followed Frans slowly.

This apartment is very large if only lived by himself alone and the furniture here is really aesthetically arranged in an elegant minimalist style. Ivory white wall color with a touch of gray that displays a simple luxurious impression. Some abstract paintings painted on the wall that felt shady fill the void, seem to fit the character of the owner.

Then they arrived at a fairly spacious clean kitchen, a welcoming kitchen set at the doorstep. There is an elegant six-seat dining table set with chandelier lights hanging over it. A row of glass windows that are full from the floor to touch the ceiling becomes a barrier with a beautiful balcony presenting a sparkling night view of the city out there.

Frans pulled a stool so that Wenie sat at the bar table directly opposite the pantry. Then Frans put on an apron before looking for ingredients from the refrigerator and began cooking, not to forget he also checked the rice supplies.

For some time there was nothing Wenie could do but just watch and comment on Frans who was busy making things. And half an hour later the dish was ready to be served, a plate of butter fried chicken plus a Japanese vegetable salad and some fried sausage.

Wenie stared tastefully at the dish that spread a delicious aroma to her sense of smell. His heart was really amazed by this man, already handsome, cool, successful, low profile, smart cooking anyway.

"This is all I can do in a short time" he said, removing the apron and washing his hands in the sink.

"You really are like a chef," Wenie praised sincerely. "Honestly, I can't cook that fast with this good result" he said, a little embarrassed.

Frans only smiled, he arranged the food at the dining table followed by Wenie. "Don't be fooled by appearances. Try it first, does it taste really good?" half asked.

"From his looks 'clean enough convincing," said Wenie enthusiastically again. "Do you want to switch professions to become a famous chef restaurant someday?" sally with a silly tone.

"Ah, you are.." Frans laughed when he heard it. "I'm running out of time with one profession now. So consider this your special night, too, okay?"

Wenie held back the smile on her lips while playing the eyebrow of agreeing marks, alright. You're right, it's my special night, the mind is happy.

Frans arranged two plates and cutlery on the table as in a restaurant, then pulled a chair for Wenie.

"Come here" she asked softly.

The girl complied and sat down gracefully. "Thank you."

"By pleasure."

The handsome man who looked even cooler was sitting opposite him, Wenie swiftly took over the serving spoon to fill Frans' plate first before hers. Frans me'ngulum smiled seeing the girl serving him deftly, while Wenie was unaware of the man's friendly gaze on her.