The Blooming Lotus

Midodareni Night

Meanwhile at the family residence of Rudolf Ricardo and Eka Safitri, Beby's parents, are still busy through a series of midodareni ceremonies.

The prospective groom and the large family troupe who came with nine cars had arrived at around seven or less five minutes, according to the previously agreed schedule.

Time seemed to move slowly and solemnly in the festivity of this sacred event.

Beby was constantly happy even though he was in a separate room, covered in white curtains and strands of flowers, could not meet the lover until the agreement was carried out tomorrow.

She was dressed in natural makeup and wore a simple kebaya stelan, bowing to listen to the curses of the elders solemnly.

Until the time came for the part of the papa to talk, he grabbed the mic and began asking to ensure the sincerity of his beloved daughter who was being formally proposed.

"So how, Ananda Beby Preity Ricardo. Is Ananda really willing to voluntarily accept Nak Rafael Pratama's proposal?" said the papa with a novelty that almost broke.

"Yes, Ayahanda. I am willing and willing to accept Mas Rafael Pratama's proposal" he replied behind the curtain with a mic at the tip of his lips, holding haru and happy all at once. Applause and a cry of gratitude immediately reverberated within the room. They - the guests and family from both sides - embraced each other happily.

Ma'am Eka hugged her son and kissed his temple, "Kelak take good care of yourself and take care of your husband wholeheartedly, dear. Household is not easy, but you must always be ready and alert with whatever will happen," advised the gentle mother. "You also have to be a strong woman, don't be whiny, and spoiled" she added.

"Good, Ma ... Beby asked for his blessing from Mama and Papa," he said, hugging the mother back.

"Sure, dear ..."

Outside the room in Beby at this time the banquet is underway, all guests who come to enjoy the cuisine bik Yah that feels right on the tongue. The guests from the prospective family praised him a lot and Miss Eka was satisfied with this.

He stepped out of the room leaving Beby alone who was feeling hungry, intending to get a plate of food.

But before, of course, he had to accompany his guests for a moment, chatting and mating with prospective besan.

Feeling unable to return soon, he called Frans to deliver food to the room.

"French. Come here for a minute, baby," said Bu Eka when he saw Frans in the corner enjoying a piece of cake.

"Yes, Ma," Frans immediately approached his mother. "What's wrong? Beby was alone in the room?" he asked.

"Yes, please bring him some food. Poor, I haven't eaten yet. You asked to get me the same Bik Yah, yes," pinta the mother.

"Good, Ma." Frans immediately went to meet bik Yah who was preparing a dessert in the form of cut fruit and chocolate pudding at the buffet table.

"Bik, please get some food for Beby. Let me take you to his room" Frans said slowly.

Bik Yah immediately turned his head and stopped his activities, "Well, Den. Bibik get it for a moment."

Shortly waiting, a plate of rice with a full side dish was already in his hands and immediately handed over to Frans. "Please, Den," received with a thank you nod.

Without knocking on the door Frans entered the room with only the need to reveal a little white curtain. "Babys. Here's your food, Mama's still talking to Rafael and his parents. You eat fast, don't wait for Mama ..."

"Yes, Mas. Thank you, sorry for the trouble," said Beby as he received the plate.

"Either. It's okay, it's beautiful" Frans replied. "Oh yeah, By. You want some pudding? Then bring it for you, just forgot not all of you," he bargained.

"Hmm, can. If Mas does not mind," said Beby while chewing a mouthful of food.

"Eat not while talking, just nod if you want. Okay?" frans, who was later adopted by his sister.

He went back to the buffet table to pick up a paper plate filled with a piece of cake and pudding.

"Thank you, Mom," Beby said as she received dessert from her brother. "Mas already ate? Eat with yuk ..."

"Already, By. You just eat, spend it" Frans replied. He sits on a lazy couch next to Beby, pulling out a cell phone to see tomorrow's agenda. Then he realized there was a schedule of surgery at forty-thirty in the afternoon at the private hospital where he worked.

Without wasting any time he immediately went to the window looking for a rather silent corner to call his assistant in the hospital. His face implied tension and disappointment all at once during the conversation.

"What's up, Mom?" ask Beby curiously.

"There's nothing, By," said Frans rather lethargic. Beby was dissatisfied.

"There really is nothing, Mom? But why doesn't it look like that spirit anyway" Beby said. "Is there anything you can't put off in the hospital?."

Frans stared at the screen of his phone and typed something, Beby waited patiently despite feeling somewhat ignored.

He seemed to sigh heavily, even taking a day off without any problems was difficult. But for the sake of my duties as a doctor and the continuity of my patient's health, I have to be professional.

Beby feels proud of his older brother who prioritizes patient safety rather than thinking about his personal interests, although maybe now he is being sacrificed.

His job as a doctor demands full responsibility and alertness in maintaining patient health stability, it is already a risk.

"Look easy, Mas. It's your duty as a doctor, don't worry too much about me" said Beby as if he knew the contents of his brother's head.

"Yes, By. Mas know that. Sorry if Mas disappointed, because later you can not attend your happy day until the end," Frans said with a soft smile. He knew his sister was not a spoiled person even though the youngest child, but still a little disappointed it must be there.

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"Wenie, are you home?" rahma asked when she opened the door, not yet locked.

"Eh yes, Mom. Mommy's not asleep?" wenie replied as she approached.

"Not yet, still watching tv," said Rahma's mother. "Oh yes, this is a dress for you to the invitation tomorrow, Wen," he continued, handing over two paper bags from the table in front of him.

Wenie received with a curious palpitating heart, she peeked inside it which then clucked in admiration. " yeah .. That's great, Mom. Make Wenie? It's not wrong ..."

He flipped through the blouse in his hand and carefully unfolded the wrapping of the wrapped skirt, widening the cloth as if wearing it.

"Yes, for you. Tomorrow at eleven in the afternoon we leave for the salon huh," said Rahma, she was happy to see Wenie's expression.

Ms. Rahma loved Wenie like her own child, she liked Wenie's never-neko-neko attitude and always light-handedly helped her. A trait that he thinks needs to be appreciated.

"But, Ma'am ..."

"Oh, you calm down. Everything will be fine later. The important thing is that you follow me, yes" said Ms. Rahma to get rid of her worries.

"All right then. Thank you, Mom," Wenie hugged the boarding house. He felt safe and comfortable during his stay here, Rahma was very good to him in any case.

"Yes, you sleep there. It's night," said Rahma reminded. "Eh, have you eaten yet?"

"Already, Mom. I finished Eri eating meatballs for helping me get permission from the boss" he replied with a smile.

Ms. Rahma stroked her head, she knew Wenie would definitely try for her after pretending to sulk yesterday.

"Thank you, Wen. Anyway, you will not regret, you have been on leave of work and come with Mom to go to the invitation tomorrow," said Ms. Rahma. "You don't have to worry about anything, just trust Mom, '" she said.

"Ready, Mom. Wenie believes in motherhood, only Wenie is afraid to worry if she can not get a holiday permit again" Wenie explained.

It's true. Sometimes he feels comfortable and happy with the attitude of the cost owner to him, kind and considerate. But in fact he also has other interests that can not be left alone, namely the responsibility of work that limits his holidays.

Working in the informal sector, especially just as a shopkeeper was not that easy, Ferguso ...

Sometimes they have to work seven days a week for more than ten hours a day.

People who work in this field certainly understand and Wenie enjoys it, taking advantage of her time to be useful for survival and managing her future.