Wild Roses For Luqman
21. Drama again

The rose closed its eyes as it wrapped its hands around Luqman's waist, when it heard Mama Firda screech. That made the man round his eyes.

"Mas, please bring the rose." her voice was terrified.

"Rose, what the hell are you doing?" luqman said as he tried to let go of the hand hug on his waist.

"Mama, don't be so loud. Remember God, ma."

Mama Firda rubbed her chest while saying Istighfar. He was not angry with the rose. But just a little shock, until finally he squealed like that.

If his whole shirt is torn, it doesn't matter either. Considering he can take whatever cut of clothes he wants. Because every day the company does produce a game with various models.

"Rose, you don't hide behind Auntie's son. Come out." mama Firda's voice slowly softened.

Considering that Mama Firda and Luqman had been kind to her all along, Roses dared to let go of the embrace, and slowly showed themselves to Mama Firda.

"Sorry, Aunt. Roses do that unintentionally. Just turn the button, and the Rose just clean the entire room with a vacuum. When it was done, Rose saw that his clothes were like that. Roses are willing to be paid" said the girl stammeringly, because it implies a very great fear.

Mama Firda likes the honesty of Roses. So that he tried to bring up a smile, so that the girl would no longer be afraid of him.

"Tante knows, you must have done that by accident. But please remember and pay attention well yes, how to wash the right clothes. To minimize the occurrence of unwanted things like this. Life is learning, learn to be better in everything. Whether it's attitude, nature, work or anything else." advises Mama Firda sage.

"I-iya Aunt. The rose is trying too. But, it may not seem like a result." Mama Firda reviewed a thin smile while nodding her head.

"Yes, now take all these clothes to the trash."

"Huh? Isn't it baby, Auntie?"

"It's been torn like this. How are we gonna wear it?"

"We can sew it."

"No need. Later let Luqman take from the company stock." reply mama Firda again.

"Nobody, so rich. Want clothes to take, every day eat well, cars lined up neatly, house level..."

"Do you want to be rich?" guru mama Firda.

"Of course, the Rose will not reject Auntie. If anyone refuses to be rich, fix it must be a runaway mental hospital patient." cerocos Roses, begin to reveal his true nature.

"There are sane people who refuse to be rich."

"Well! Who, mas?" The rose looked at Luqman seriously.

"Who is that, my mom? Is he a nearly insane man? Is the name so hard to say?"

Finally Luqman recounted one of the Prophet's companions who was guaranteed to go to heaven. Famous for his generosity. He donated most of his wealth in the way of God. Whether it's a dirham, a camel, food needs or anything else.

The abundance of treasures did not make him arrogant, greedy, and miserly. But it made him even more afraid of the punishment that God gave, because it was considered to accumulate treasure.

It might even be just him, who dared to buy rotten dates at normal prices.

Hearing Luqman's explanation, making the eyes of the Rose widen and his mouth gaping wide.

"Now where is that person, ma'am? Rose wants to ask for a little treasure, to buy a house, buy a car, the same for everyday life."

Mama Firda and Luqman instantly patted her eel.

"Of course it's dead, Roses." said Mama Firda and Luqman compact.

"Alamak, have not had time to meet already died first." now it's the Rose's turn to pat her eel.

"Rose, if we can't give, don't ask. Keep trying until it works. Because every effort we've ever done that, it's never gonna be wasted."

"Yes-yes, mas. Roses understand. Roses are also grateful for having been accepted for work here. Although it's often time for Luqman and Aunt Firda to hold back emotions."

"Well, that knows. Now look, auntie taught me once again how to operate a washing machine."

Mama Firda started demonstrating how to operate the washing machine once again. And, the Rose watched closely.

After that, by being monitored by Mama Firda, Rose operated the washing machine once again. Luqman went out of town.

"Mas, not even a week of Roses here, I noticed how busy you are anyway? His job is out of town. Aren't you tired?"

Mama Firda and Luqman smiled faintly.

"The name of the job, yes it must be tired. No, don't ask much more. Take a good look at that laundry, let it not be torn." After saying so, Luqman kissed the back of his mother's hand, and passed away.

"Eh, mum. The rose forgot to prepare breakfast for you. Wait a minute, dong."

"It's okay. I can stop by the road. Take good care of yourself, and take care of your mom."

"Ready." The rose held out both of her thumbs while smiling sweetly.