Wild Roses For Luqman
23. Second meeting

"Would our efforts improve smoothly, your work will also be better, so that I can also raise your salary."

"Good salary? Roses will get more money than this means?"

Luqman nodded. The rose that saw her widened her sweet smile even more. Finally the two opposite types of God beings throw each other a smile.

"certain. Of course the rose will pray a lot for Luqman. But, the prayer of the many Roses is about to be answered, right? In other words, this rose is just..." The rose looks to bow its head. Though not a few seconds ago, he smiled.

"Stop! Don't talk like that. As the saying goes, you are like a newborn baby, in a state of return. No need to take away the sins of the past. Just make it a lesson, and promise not to repeat."

"Yes, mas. Roses don't want to think about that either. But, all of a sudden the dark shadow flashed across the head."

"Slowly you can certainly manage your heart, so it is not constantly protracted to think about it. You better focus on changing."

"Yes, mas. Thank you for reminding me of the rose."

Luqman nodded and commented a smile.

"It has. Don't be sad anymore. Now you finish your work. I'm going to get in a change of clothes."

Rose nodded her head, then got up to her feet and returned to finish her pending work.

**

Now Luqman has changed clothes. He and his mother enjoyed breakfast together. The rose still completed its unfinished task.

After finishing breakfast, Luqman left for the office. Because the highway was so jammed in the morning, finally an hour later, he just arrived at his office.

The car stopped in front of the lobby. The man in black glasses and wearing a mocca-colored knee-length kurta quietly entered his office lobby.

Perfume that is very limited edition and has a different aroma from others, becomes his trademark. As soon as he entered, all eyes were on him.

There are so many women and worshipers who put their taste in it. But the man silently did not budge, responding to them.

He was looking for a woman, who could live in harmony with his mother. Because, it is not hearty to leave his mother alone when he is married later.

Arriving in his room, the man wasted no time. He immediately did his work that had been piled up on the table.

Ringing the phone, making him stop his activities. The man turned to his phone screen, and saw the name of Mr. Burhan, who called him.

Luqman immediately received the call, saying his greetings first.

"Hallo, sir. Can I help you?" said friendly.

"Father just wanted to say, that our company will send the raw materials today."

"Oh, thank you very much sir. I'm so glad to hear it."

"Either. I am also very happy to be able to help you, continue your papa business. Hopefully it will be more successful. So that you can also hear his success." Luqman chuckled slightly, hearing the praise thrown at him.

After a moment of conversation, the two agreed to end the conversation. After that, Luqman refocused his work.

A few hours have passed. Luqman had used his rest time as best he could. To worship and eat together.

After that, he went back to work. Until finally, a knock on the door distracted him.

"Lake in." he said.

The door to the room slowly opened. His secretary, who stepped on his feet, entered his room.

"Excuse me, sir. Below is an emissary from Erlangga company wants to meet."

For a moment Luqman thought as he frowned.

"What does Mr. Burhan mean to you?"

"No, sir. She is a veiled woman. If it's not wrong, it's Farida."

"Farida?" repeat the man.

"Yes, I'll see him. And you can go back to work."

"Good, sir."

The secretary came out to resume her unfinished duties. While Luqman tidied up the messy documents, and soon passed out to meet Farida.

Arriving at the lobby, Luqman saw Farida sitting alone playing her phone.

"Good afternoon." said Luqman, to the girl.

"Eh, good afternoon."

Farida immediately put in her phone, then stood up and slightly bent her body in front of Luqman.

"I'm sorry if it interrupts his time. I was sent to deliver raw materials for the company, Luqman mas. Because the employees who usually deliver are not present."

"No. You're not bothering me. Please give my thanks to him."

"I'll tell papa, of course."

"Oh yeah, where's the delivery invoice?"

Farida immediately grabbed her bag that was on the chair, then looked for the existence of the paper inside.

After obtaining it, he handed it to Luqman. The man momentarily frowned while thinking.