The Blooming Lotus

Reception

The wedding day arrived, the party atmosphere was festive with romantic music that flowed gently filled the reception hall room. The king and queen continued to smile, welcoming every guest who came and congratulating him.

Wenie stepped out after the car was parked in the southern part of the building, walking doubtfully on Rahma's mom side. He had never attended a wedding reception in the building, so he was worried about getting lost because he felt a lack of knowledge.

Just shut up and pay attention, so message mom Rahma.

So he always followed wherever Rahma stepped. He was amazed by the decoration of a large room filled with fragrant flower arrangements and back and forth beautiful guests dressed invited.

Take a quick look at each six-seat round table he passes with people enjoying his meal.

Ms. Rahma always whispered softly explaining what Wenie asked her. He seemed patient and motherly.

Wenie felt safe with him, even Ms. Rahma did not hesitate to introduce him to the socialite friends he met. Consider Wenie like her son, part of her family.

Then they also met Frans who also welcomed the guests of his parents. Greet politely and talk for a while before allowing guests to continue to meet the bride.

"Bu Rahma, thank you for coming. Who's mom here with?" greet Frans friendly.

"Doctor Frans. Thank you for inviting me, too" replied Ms. Rahma as she shook Frans' hand.

"I came in the company of my boarding boy. Introduce, his name is Wenie," he said as he grabbed Wenie's right hand, reaching out to Frans, "And this is doctor Frans Ricardo," continued Ms. Rahma.

"Wenie .." she said softly, shaking hands nervously.

"Call me Frans" Frans replied with a small smile.

"Ah, you guys look compatible," whispered Rahma's mother in Wenie's ear, making her blush.

"It seems like I've seen you, but where is it?" Frans murmured as he looked at Wenie.

"Maybe in my house, doc. When the doctor accompanied Jeng Eka arisan at my house earlier this year, remember?," said Ms. Rahma quickly.

"Ah, that's right. At Ms. Rahma's house of course," Frans replied with a crisp laugh. Wenie was a bit stunned. Handsome, one word that came to his mind.

"Well, it's good that the doctor remembers" Rahma glanced over.

"Already, Mom," whispered Wenie resuscitated.

"Eh, yes. I'm sorry, doc, I did a treat for Beby and Rafael first. Later we continue again," said Ms. Rahma saying goodbye to Frans.

"good. Please, Ma. And have a good time enjoying the meal" Frans replied, smiling and nodding politely. Ms. Rahma smiled back.

Ms. Rahma told me a little about what she knew about Dr. Frans to Wenie, until they reached the center of attention in this hall, namely a pair of brides who are very graceful and dashing wrapped in beautiful sparkling clothes.

Ms. Rahma with Wenie behind her lined up with the other guests who were about to greet the two, just as Wenie's eyes were staring at a familiar man on the left side of the stage. He almost turned himself upside down if not prevented by Ms. Rahma.

"Where are you going, Wen?" whispered Ms. Rahma was restrained.

"Mc ... That's Ma'am," Wenie turned her gaze and immediately greeted the bride in front of her. "There are people I really don't want to meet" he whispered after shaking hands. He clapped Rahma's mother as if he wanted to take shelter.

"Who?"

"There. Don't look, Mom," Wenie pointed with a glance and immediately lowered her head.

"Yes, we're through here" Ms. Rahma took Wenie in the other direction. As if understanding the anxiety of his favorite boarding boy.

Wenie followed Ms. Rahma's quick steps, but it was too late. Someone had already realized his presence since he had gone up on stage earlier.

Now her sharp gaze followed where Wenie was stepping. Stalking with a feeling of pleasure as if the eagle will soon get its prey.

Ms. Rahma picked up the table somewhat in the corner of the room after taking a little buffet meal. Housed Wenie behind a tall iron vase full of ornate white roses that spread a fragrant aroma, hoping to hide it temporarily.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so troublesome to Mother," Wenie sighed softly, sipping her mineral water tremblingly.

"It's okay if it's for your safety, Wen," replied Ms. Rahma softly. "Calm down. Actually who were you avoiding earlier?" he asked curiously.

"Mm, that's Mom," went silent for a few seconds.

"Later the story if you are uncomfortable," said Bu Rahma wisely. "Let's spend it quick, after this we go home."

"Yes, Mom. Thank you," said Wenie quietly.

Finally there was a long conversation that must be passed by Bu Rahma in order to face her chatty fellow artist, Wenie was only able to be silent and stare uncomprehendingly.

With a bit clumsy he stood up, saying goodbye to Ms. Rahma reasoned to go to the toilet for a while. A decision that will be regretted.

"Hi!" greet a man in semi-formal suit with a fluffy smile.

"Th-you?" wenie's strangulation was restrained when she came out of the toilet.

"Yes, it's me. Long time no see, sweetheart" he said in a teasing tone.

"I'm sorry, I have to go back to my mother immediately" Wenie said as she dodged.

"Hey why the rush, baby?" preventably. "Now you're starting to dare not be polite like me," he pulled Wenie closer almost to hug him.

"Please stop, Mas!" lirih. He tried to escape, at this time there was no one else among them made Wenie's guts a little trepidation.

"Why? Calm down, I just want to have a quick chat with you, "he replied softly, locking Wenie's movements against the wall.

"What are you talking about, Mom? I don't think there's anything between us anymore" Wenie said quickly. "Sorry, I'm going through."

"Don't try to avoid me, Wenie!," he jolted. Wenie was a little surprised, she did not like to be done so by others.

"I've been looking for you for a long time" continued the man trying to soften. "You're still as whiny as you used to be," his god stroked Wenie's cheek that immediately turned away.

Wenie asphyxiated. He used to love this soft touch. The gaze of the shady eyes that drowned his sanity. And also his deathly seduction, the sweet, venomous mouth that would destroy his future.

"Excuse. Please take care of your attitude in this place!" reprimand a baritone voice, it's the doctor Frans.

"****!" the man looked angry. "Can you get out of here, doctor?! My business is not done with him!" loudly shouting.

"Slow down your voice, you don't want to attract people's attention, do you? They're gonna think you're pervert here!" tukas Frans is no less furious. "You better leave soon, miss," squinted at Wenie.

"Mas," said Wenie softly, she could feel the gripping air in the corner here. "Please let me go ..."

" no. You have to come with me!" then the man pulled her away from Frans. He clasped Wenie's upper right arm firmly as if afraid of his quarry coming off.

"Bec ... Mas's pain, stop!," Wenie said in a panic. He could not resist the pull of his angry, burly hand.

Frans followed them silently to the parking lot in the south near Rahma's car.

"This time I won't let you go, Wen! You're mine!" he growls. "You heard that!"

"Gak, Mum. Please let me go" he argued, trying to stop the man who kept dragging him. "The Prasetyo El Farishi! I said stop! Take me off," she's almost crying right now.

The man stiffened instantly, he turned around. "You even remember my full name clearly, isn't that something very romantic?" hisses.

He threw Wenie's body into a black Pajero car whose height hid them from anyone's sight.

"Take me off, Mas. I promise I will not disturb your lives again until at any time" Wenie pleaded quietly. "Let me go, please ..."

"It's not that easy, sweetheart!" prasetyo is in control. "You know there's no point avoiding me. After all these years we finally meet again. See, it seems like you are my soul mate," he said again, holding Wenie's chin back to kiss her lips.

"Don't, Mas," Wenie twitched, she pushed Prasetyo's chest with her two small arms. "Don't start again. You know I can never refuse you. But for me, Mas. Please spare me and let me go," Wenie continued to plead.

Prasetyo did not care, he continued to force himself who wanted to kiss his former lover.

'BUUGH!!'

A fist landed hard on Prasetyo's jaw. He fell on the paving floor of the block with the corner of his lips broken.

"Mas!" jerit Wenie, he was about to reach Prasetyo but was pulled back Frans. "What are you doing, doctor?"

"Keep your filthy hands away from her, Pras!" frans was angry at the grimacing Prasetyo. "Remember your wife, Istianti Maheswari is waiting for you at home!"

"Haha ..." Unexpectedly Prasetyo. "Know what you know about my wife, doctor brengs*k!" meaning while getting up to attack back.

"No! Stop, doctor!" prevent Wenie from frantically trying to pull the burly arm of Frans who wanted to greet her opponent. "You too, Mum! I'll get out of here" he pointed angrily at Prasetyo.

Wenie couldn't stand it anymore, she looked at the two men in front of her and immediately ran away. Shrink the clear water that will fall in the corner of his eye.