Wild Roses For Luqman
17. Matchmade

Arriving at the office, Luqman studied for a moment what to discuss with his clients. Until a phone ringing sound made him stop his activities.

The man picked up the phone, and stuck his ear.

"Hallo, sir."

"Yes, hello. What's up Sonya?" luqman asked his secretary.

"This is your client already here, sir. And now it's waiting in the lobby."

"Oh, okay. Get him into the meeting room."

"Good, sir."

After the call was interrupted, Luqman immediately tidied up the files, then brought the important files to the meeting room.

When he got out of the private elevator, he passed his client who was also just out of the elevator for the public. They shake hands and embrace each other. After that, they walked together to the meeting room.

The meeting at noon was attended by five of his clients. And each of them brought a secretary. Including a man who brought his beautiful child and dressed in Muslim clothes. The girl was for a moment in the spotlight or the center of attention. But that doesn't apply to Luqman. That guy looks ordinary.

Once everything is ready, the meeting begins. Luqman led the meeting that afternoon.

The handsome and mature man presented his dress design. His clients were very enthusiastic to listen to his presentation. Especially now that Muslim clothes have become one of the trends lately.

One of his clients, named Mr. Burhan is willing to supply raw materials, to facilitate the production process.

Another client, named Pak Bima will buy the production if it is ready. In addition to being marketed domestically, it will also be sent abroad.

Other clients are also willing to give an injection of funds.

Seeing the enthusiasm of his clients, Luqman was very grateful and did not forget to say thank you.

After the meeting, the event continued with lunch together.

Some office boy people delivered a delicious lunch menu for those who attended the meeting.

Luqman invited them to enjoy the menu.

After they finished their food, one by one of his clients say goodbye home. But there is a client who is still at home sitting in his place since. It's Mr. Burhan.

Mr. Burhan was one of his father's co-workers Luqman, from the beginning of his career in the industrial world.

Hence, he was already quite familiar with the Luqman family. The two men talked for a long time. While Mr. Burhan's daughter is also still there and listen to every speech that comes out of the mouths of the two men of different ages.

In his heart he was so admiring the figure of the man before him who was so handsome, mature and charismatic.

Because so fascinated, the girl veiled toska to drop the ballpoint pen that he had played since. Suddenly it distracts his father and Luqman.

"Oh yes, until you forget not to introduce your daughter since then" said Mr. Burhan.

"Include me, this is your only daughter. Name's Farida. He just got home, after studying abroad."

The two young men looked at each other, smiled and cupped both hands in front of the chest.

Every time there is a business event, Mr. Burhan and his father Luqman never invite their children. Because the boys prefer to play with his friends. So it can be concluded, it was the first meeting of the two.

Luqman didn't ask much about Farida. For fear that the girl will draw another conclusion. Both are opposite types.

After a few minutes, Burhan and Farida returned home. Luqman escorted them to his office lobby.

The man turned his body around, got into the office again, after Mr. Burhan and Farida got in the car. Unexpectedly the ayu girl was just staring at her burly back without a blink.

"Why are you looking at her like that, Farida?" asked Mr. Burhan, knowing his son was silent without a blink.

"Eh, who does pa mean?" reply the girl a little tense.

"You're staring at Luqman right?"

"No. Farida was only paying attention to the front of her office." she was forced to lie. Of course he was ashamed of his father.

But Mr. Burhan was precisely the mangosteen while smiling. Farida who saw her papa like that, was getting uncomfortable. The girl guessed that her father knew he was lying.

"Originally you know, Farida. Actually, my father and his father Luqman had already betrothed the two of you, since our friendship entered the age of three."

"What! Matchmade?" peeked Farida while looking at her papa with a crimson look on her face.

"Yes." Mr. Burhan nodded his head, staring at his daughter.

"Do you mind?"

Farida leaned her body on the steering wheel, with a straight-forward look.

'Who would refuse, if betrothed to a man as good as him? Perhaps only a foolish woman would reject him.' Inner Farida.