The Rose for CEO
CHAPTER 19
Memories of Agung, words of Agung, cries of his parents, make Roses arrive – arrived in pain, Majah Roses paled.
“Rose are you ok ? Roses ??” asked Dion who saw the change in the face of the pale Rose
Rose holding her chest “Sorry Sister Dion, The last rose of the past” soon passed.
While Dion is confused, Dion suspects something is going on with the Rose.
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After the incident on campus, Mawar requested two days' permission to the chairman of the board that he was ill. While the truth in those two days the Rose will try to find a new dwelling place.
When the Rose came out of the room of the mosque, Roses saw a Grandfather who was holding a stick, wearing a Koko suit, looking very dignified.
He was looking for something on the floor of the mosque that seemed empty.
“Assalamualaikum Cake, sorry find what? may I help you?” say Rose.
The grandfather saw the Rose and he immediately smiled, from earlier many passed by but no one asked him when the trouble was looking for something.
“It's son, Grandpa abis salat but grandpa's slippers are gone” Grandpa replied.
“Oh so, wait ya Kek, wait ya Kek" Roses ran to pick up the flip flops that were in his room and ran back to approach Grandpa, bending over giving sandals.
“Sorry cake, this is just cheap sandals hehe” said Roses.
“Neither son, this is better than nothing” The grandfather put his hand in a pouch and wanted to give the Rose money in return
“Ehh no Kek, I am sincere, and this is also a slipper that I bought cheap, it's okay - what I just pray to be a successful person” while smiling Roses want to pass.
“Ehh wait, what's your name Nak?” ask Grandpa
“My name is Rose Kek” replied Rose
“keep what you do in that room?” asked Grandfather while pointing at the room next to the Mosque that had been occupied by the Roses.
“i stay in the room Cake, I work as a cleaner - clean in this Mosque, then I excuse me first Kek” said Mawar
"Roses ... a good name, it might fit my granddaughter, hummm." murmured Grandpa
I had to find out about him and his old background, something was interesting from his gaze, he had the talent of being a leader.
“Ehh wait Nak Roses, where you want to go,” asked Grandpa.
“I want to find the cost of the Cake, because the room will be dismantled tomorrow, the Mosque will be expanded so I must be able to spend today,” reply Rose
“How about Roses come to Grandpa's house, grandfather lives alone with Grandpa's wife and at grandfather's house many empty rooms” Kakek.
“But Cake, Roses do not want to just stay free, Roses do not want to owe the same Grandpa” replied Roses.
“Ngak Roses, incidentally Grandpa's wife needs ART(housewife assistant), to help her in the kitchen and take care of the flower garden behind our house, according to Grandpa it is better for you to be ART, you got a salary and a place to stay” Grandpa replied
“Alhamdulillah O God, You never leave me” Inner Rose.
The rose fell silent and nodded.
Grandfather was very happy to see the nod of the Rose, as if something new was going to happen in his life with the presence of the Rose.
Roses to his room took his bag and cantongan that filled his book.
“Iya Kek, just this, because the Rose is also only a few months here and not to stay for his duration, just to lecture” replied Rose
The grandfather looked at the Rose with a bit of sadness, how there was a girl who was polite and kind like her, simple and not much neko.
“Grandfather, can I excuse you for a moment? I want to meet if Yahya keeper of MasjidKek, I want to thank you first, because he was me these few months I can have a shelter” explained Rose
“Alright Son, Grandpa is waiting for you here” timpal Grandpa.
A few minutes later, the rose came with a smile.
Rose moved beside Grandpa and wanted to lead him to the road, Mawar did not know if Jakek had a car and driver waiting for him outside the Mosque garden area.
Arrived – arrived a black luxury car was in front of them and a driver came down and opened the door to grandfather. The rose that saw him was startled, many questions popping up in his mind,
“What is the kidnapper's grandfather? Cake on TV”
“Ah can not be evil, if there are criminals who pray?”
“Aduh, what if I mutilated” Inner Rose plain
Roses are right, thinking negatively of others, must be. Because in this world not all things should be directed to the positive, not because he is diligent worship, a scholar will not guarantee him to enter heaven.
“Raw, come in” said Grandpa
“Yes Allah, protect me, bismillah.” Inner Rose.
“E-eh Yes Kek” reply Confused Roses.
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During the trip Rose was amazed by the car that felt soft and luxurious, for the first time Rose felt the luxury car ride. grandfather who was sitting not far from the Rose just smiled to see a cunning Rose.
“This child is so innocent, it seems like this is the first time for him, whether I see his gaze, I see the soul of leadership there, I just polish it”. Inner Grandpa
“Eh grandfather whose name, from earlier Roses do not know,” asked Roses
“My name is Prabu Canan, you can call me Grandpa Prabu” Grandpa replied with a smile
“Kakek Prabu thank you ya” replied Roses with a smile.
Along the way the car that was riding entered the elite area. Again – more roses are made dumbfounded by the view of the house - the house like a palace lined up, the house was passed just like that, Grandpa Prabu who noticed the expression of the Rose only smiled because it seemed the Rose was very funny.
The car had arrived entering the spacious courtyard of the house with all the ornaments in white and mixed yellow to emasan, the house is not as grand as it was seen before but the house of Prabu's grandfather is also very amazing,
the spacious courtyard, beautiful plants, green grass, not terraced but the building area can be categorized as elite, home furniture and all the room decoration was filled with antique jars, and, flower vases and interiors blend Central Timor and Europe.
The rose never ceases to amaze, "God's Messiah" never sticks from his words. Making Grandpa from earlier smile continues.
From the garden of the house it is clear that someone is wearing a shawl covering his head ala modern hijab, Grandma has white hair but still looks beautiful with a sharp nose impressed by the descent bule.
“Kok Grandpa smile smile continues, who is she Cake?” ask grandma while approaching and embracing the Rose.
Visual Grandpa Prabu and Grandma Yolan