Wild Roses For Luqman
12. Siesta

After passing the drama long enough, finally that afternoon the two could serve chicken soup on the table.

"You just eat here, Rose. Nemenin Aunty." said Mama Firda, looking at the Rose who was still standing near the chair.

"Well, Auntie." the girl was sitting in a chair close to Mama Firda.

After taking the rice, the two poured the vegetable soup into their respective plates. When tasting a little bit of the sauce, the eyes of the Rose blinking.

"You flickering?" mama Firda stared at the intense Rose.

"Ah, not Auntie." the girl smiled.

"But, this is a great soup. Aunty, how smart is cooking?"

Mama Firda also commented on the smile, when Roses praised her cooking. Because it was similar to what her son and husband did.

"Tante, Rose is sorry. While working here, Roses haven't been able to do a good job."

"It's okay. As long as you try, Auntie will keep you."

"Huh, really, Auntie? Well then, can I ask to be taught how to cook no, Auntie? In order to serve such a delicious meal." ask the girl excitedly.

"May, in shaa Allah Aunty will teach you. Now finish your meal, then we worship the dhuhur together."

Because of the taste of the cuisine is good, Roses to add to the food.

"Tante, you can cut the Rose's pay later. Because I eat so much."

Since this morning until now, he was always made heart gymnastics because of the Rose. But Mama Firda was not angry, and just smiled thinly because the Rose always spoke as it was.

For him, honesty is number one. Moreover, the rose also does not know anything. It didn't seem appropriate for him to scold her.

"Tante is not that kind of employer, Rose. But you also have to prove your point in earnest. Don't abuse the trust that Auntie gives."

"Yes, Aunt. The rose will definitely try its hardest, and will be earnest to keep the trust that Auntie has placed in me."

After finishing their lunch, they worshiped together. Then Mama Firda slowly advised the girl near her.

Visible Rose nodded her head, while looking seriously at mama Firda who was explaining something to her.

When she finished, Mama Firda rested in her room. The rose resumed his other work.

Seeing the dirty clothes in the basket, he intended to wash it. While remembering the step by step, he put one by one the clothes into the washing machine. Then pour the detergent liquid, which is quite a lot into the washing machine.

"Well, why stop?"

His heart began to beat violently. He remembered how to open the door.

"Pliss, don't be broken." he lamented expectantly. Slowly he opened the door, finally succeeding.

He picked up one by one the clothes and finally chose to wash them manually.

"Is it possible that this washing machine suddenly stopped because I was pouring too much detergent? But my intention was to pour a lot, to smell good. Why did it even become like this? Ah, I'm dizzy myself. It turned out that being a rich man was not good either." with a grumble of annoyance, the Rose threw the piece of shirt into the bucket. Then take her to the bathroom, and wash her there.

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After doing his job, the rose was exhausted. Finally he rested in his room. It was only natural to happen, considering he never once did household chores.

"Roses! Rose." call Mama Firda repeatedly, knocking on her bedroom door. But the girl did not wake up.

"Why can he sleep so soundly? Is doing work like that just now, making him really tired?"

Mama Firda passed away, and walked towards the pantry, to cook dinner later. Moreover, the clock has shown at five o'clock, surely soon his son will also go home.

Not long after, the Rose who was in his room wriggled awake.

"Well! Five o'clock?" he murmured while rubbing both his eyes. The girl got up and immediately left the room.

'Wawat! Aunt Firda's cooking first. If this continues, how can I take his heart? To be able to last longer here.'

After taking a breath, with a slightly frightened step, the Rose approached mama Firda.

"Tante, forgive the Rose. Because I overslept. I'm so tired, because it's my first day at work, and I don't really understand."

"You can take a break. But to avoid waking up too late, you can turn on the alarm." replied Mama Firda, whose gaze could not be separated from the broccoli he fried.

"It's like there's no clock inside, Auntie. There's a wall clock."

"You can use an alarm on your phone."

"I only see the form of a mobile phone, from visitors who approach me Aunty." said the Rose.

Mama Firda immediately felt pity, to the girl in front of him. It has been that big, the phone has never held at all.

In fact, there are many parents who provide mobile phones for their young children.