Wild Roses For Luqman
29. Luqman's Restlessness

Mr. Burhan's dinner is over. After talking for a while, Luqman was allowed to go home.

Mr. Burhan once thanked him, for being willing to take Farida home. Though Luqman is famous as a young man with a million busy lives.

Luqman also did not forget to thank, because he felt that he had been helped in supplying raw materials.

Before Luqman got into the car, he reached out his hand to shake hands with Mr. Burhan. The man who was the same age as his papa also replied with a tight handshake.

Farida, who was sitting by the window of her room, stared at Luqman's departure until her shadow was no longer visible.

The girl wore a faint smile, whenever she saw Luqman. Never before had he felt the joy of meeting a man other than him. He prayed that he could be a match with her.

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After traveling for almost an hour, Luqman finally arrived at his residence.

Shortly after, his mother's car was also seen entering the carport. He stood by his car, waiting for his mother to get out of the car.

"Mama." he muttered, opening the door for his mother.

"Thank you, baby." said Mama Firda.

"Where's my mom from?"

"Look out." Reply Mama Firda, while taking out her groceries.

"Roses." murmured Luqman, while staring at the beautiful silver-hooded girl.

"Yes, mas. Why look at it like that? Fancied huh?" cerocos Roses, while whirling.

"Huh?" just this time and in the presence of the Roses, Luqman could be cengo.

For some reason, from the first time he met the Rose until now, he was always dead.

"Ah, Luqman mas is not exciting. It's been dandan as pretty as this the comment is just, huh."

The rose pursed her lips, then carried her groceries in. Luqman and mama also brought the items that were still there. The three of them walked together while carrying the items into the house.

After that Luqman and Mama Firda immediately passed to his room to clean the body, while Rose was still busy arranging her groceries earlier.

He was unceasingly grateful, because he had been met with people as good as his employer.

"Rose, what are you doing?" asked Luqman while frowning.

"Why do you think Luqman's mas yunya Rose?" instead of answering, the girl asked back.

"Men-kissing clothes."

"Well that knows. Rose was just happy because he got a new dress from, Aunt Firda."

Seeing the natural beauty of the Rose, plus the headscarf that covered her head perfectly, made Luqman think of something.

"Mas, why did you see a rose like that? Does Luqman really like me?"

"Huh? Who said that?" Luqman who was crouching instantly fell.

"Of course the Rose customers always look carefully before I serve them."

"Roses, I'm not that kind of man. I'm sorry if I made you think differently."

After that Luqman stood up and took the water from the refrigerator, and brought it to the room. But his steps were restrained and looked at the rose.

"It's night, go to sleep. Let tomorrow you can join the morning prayer berjama'ah."

"Yes, mas. But responsibility, it's over soon."

Luqman nodded his head, then stepped back towards his room.

Although he had told Rose to sleep quickly, but he himself could not sleep. Because there is still some work to be done.

And somehow, during his work he always imagined the face of the Rose.

"Is she the one who replaced Linda to become the model of clothes that will be launching soon?" muttered the man.

"But will it not cause any problems for my company? Remembering what her past used to be?"