Wild Roses For Luqman
31. Awe
Luqman drove his car to the city's mosque at moderate speed. Mama Firda sat next to her while occasionally telling a story, while Roses sat behind the two.
The girl did not pay much attention to what the two masters said, and instead looked to the left right of the road.
He likes to see the traffic of people who enjoy the weekend morning with exercise. Some are walking and cycling. They joke with their friends and family.
The rose was more amazed when slowly the car that was driven began to enter the courtyard of the enormous mosque.
There are many vehicles parked well. All the people wearing Muslim clothes seemed to enter the mosque, and crowded the place.
"They were very enthusiastic in finding the provision of the afterlife. Did they just follow the morning tausiyah this time? Or even repeatedly." murmured Rose while shaking her head.
"Rose, are you gonna stay in the car until the show's over?" mama Firda said, but the Rose still silently did not answer, because it was still filled with amazement.
"Roses!" repeat mama Firda with a voice high enough, so that makes the Rose surprised.
"Eh, yes Auntie." then the Rose turned to her master.
"Do you want to stay in the car, or go inside the mosque?" haggard Mama Firda once again.
"Of course the Roses will come, Auntie. Wonder what his activities are like." Roses rushed down from the car, followed by her two employers.
The girl was so surprised, when she saw a group of men who looked neatly Muslim, approached her male employer and welcomed her arrival well.
After a moment of conversation and shaking hands, the group let them go inside through the side door.
The rose scrunched its forehead when it saw those people, treating the family of its master well. Not only that, the Rose also felt many people were paying attention to him.
"Tante, why are they looking at us since we got out of the car?" whispered the Rose, while glancing at the people who were still staring at him.
"It's okay, Rose. We've known each other for a long time."
The rose of the mangosteen heard his master's explanation. Then speed up his steps inside.
Arriving inside the mosque, Roses rounded his eyes, seeing the large number of people attending the Tausyiah that morning.
The rose frowned seeing that, but stopped to ask her mistress, because she felt bad for the female worshipper who was on her right left.
Roses capture that amazing moment in their camera phone. Soon after, the show began. Rose kept her camera phone on to record everything.
The girl was so shocked when it came time for the core event. Which, Luqman was the one who filled out the show that morning.
"So, it was Mas Luqman who filled out the show this morning?" mumbles Roses slowly.
The girl began to pay close attention to everything Luqman said while still recording it.
Rose shook her head, seeing Luqman who was very good at delivering material related to halal and haram things. Because the two things always co-exist closely.
For nearly two hours, Luqman filled out the show that morning. The rose felt like it had just.
He regretted, did not record the material presented, because it did not carry a notebook like the others.
After the event was over, many people asked for Luqman's photo and autograph. The rose again scrunched its forehead.
"Well, Luqman is like a famous artist or ustadz. Then the rose also wants to follow along, not to lose." muttered the girl while smiling, then thrust her cellphone at the man who had helped take the photo.
"Roses." Luqman frowned, as the girl was already standing beside him.
"Why mas? How's her face so tense?" babble Rose.
"I'm not tense, Rose. Do not just accuse. You better ask for a photo, then at home."
While the people who stood near the two, staring at the interaction of the Rose with the famous ustadz.
"Sorry, is this ustadz Luqman's future wife?" chirp one of the worshipers mothers who also want to take pictures.
Luqman immediately coughed, while the Rose guaranteed the question with a smile.
"Roses!" luqman exclaimed while looking at him.