
Along the way, the two women seemed to talk occasionally. Luqman was a loyal listener to both.
Without feeling, finally the car has arrived at the restaurant in question. The three of them got out of the car.
Before the order, Rose had brought several pieces of sample clothes. Luqman who saw it objected, helped bring it.
"Here, let me help you."
"No need, mas. It's my job."
"Can't I ease your duties?"
Farida who saw the two people in front of her was fighting, felt something strange. Because Luqman seemed so attentive to his domestic assistant.
"here, mas. Farida also wants to help" said the girl, deliberately to attract the attention of Luqman.
He took some clothes from Luqman's hand. Then the three men walked together into the restaurant.
For a moment the three stood up while circulating his gaze, looking for the whereabouts of Mr. Burhan.
"That's it, papa's there, ma'am." Farida pointed at a man in a gray suit sitting in a saung, to the left of the restaurant.
"Oh yes, let's go there." Luqman asked. The three of them immediately walked towards the man sitting down.
"Good day, sir. Sorry if it makes you wait a long time."
"Good day, Luqman. You are not waiting for long. Let's sit down."
Mr. Burhan slightly frowned, when he saw the Rose standing beside Luqman. The girl followed him sitting down.
"Is he your new secretary?" for a moment, Burhan and Luqman turned to the rose.
"Oh, not sir. He's an assistant at my residence, sir. It just so happened that I needed his help, so I took him to the office."
Mr. Burhan the mangosteen heard Luqman's explanation. Although in the heart feels a little strange, because it invites his domestic assistant to the office.
"Oh yeah, what do you want Luqman to order? It's the menu book." Mr. Burhan handed Luqman two menu books.
The man then divided the menu book list on Farida. While he brought closer the list of menus carried on the Rose, then both chose the desired menu.
Roses try to be professional, he should not show his surprise, when he saw the exorbitant price of food.
"I'll order this, ma'am." Roses designate the food at the cheapest price in an elegant way, not looking as childish as it used to be.
"Okay, I also ordered what you ordered."
"Well, how come the tumben is like me?" The rose stared for a moment at Luqman.
The man wanted to taste the same food menu as him. It is not the heart, if the rose eats cheap food. While he is the opposite.
"Indeed why? I just want to try that menu, not follow you. So pede."
Mr. Burhan and Farida looked at Luqman and the Rose, then briefly exchanged glances. The more awkward they feel, seeing the interaction of the two that is not worth the relationship between the household assistant and the employer.
Not long after, a servant came to them. Mr. Burhan ordered food for himself, while Luqman likened his order to the Rose. Farida finally equated her order with both.
While waiting for their order to come, Luqman invited Mr. Burhan to see some samples of clothes that he brought.
"The model is simple and elegant." he muttered while nodding his head.
After being satisfied to scan the first model, Mr. Burhan carefully scanned the second model of clothes beside him.
Without notice, all the clothes have been finished Mr. Burhan check. He looked smiling while nodding his head.
"All the models are great. It looks simple and elegant. L like it. If there's a finished one, you can send it to me, one hundred pcs each."
"God, there are many, sir. You sure?"
Mr. Burhan chuckled for a moment.
"In shaa Allah I am sure. All the models I like. Who designed them?"
"I'm alone, sir. Thank you, if you really like it. All also do not escape from good materials and super comfortable in use. Aren't you, Rose?" Luqman turned his head for a moment towards the girl.
"Surely it is, mas. All of his clothes were very comfortable to wear. Roses love it." said Rose innocently.
"Oh yeah, I heard that your model named Linda is very sick. What if Farida's the one who replaced him?"
"Papa." cried Farida felt bad, because there was already a Rose replacing her.
"Aren't you the one who wants to be the model for the production of Luqman? And papa thinks you're a great fit too. Beautiful and graceful."
Luqman momentarily looked at Burhan and Farida. He felt bad, because it was already suitable to use the Rose as a model. Moreover, just this morning the girl did very well. To refuse, he also refused.
"Good, sir. I can consider it again."
"But, mas. Didn't the Rose have done a photo shoot for the dress model?"
"Well, did your housekeeper model your own product, son Luqman?"
"Because I see it as having that potential, sir. But take it easy, I will also use Farida for the next model anyway, sir."
"But, mas. If you've used Roses, Farida is not okay either."
In the midst of the service, the waiter came to bring them food orders.
"Let's eat first." take Mr. Burhan.
"Thank you, sir." replied Luqman and Rose together.
After that, they started eating their own food. It seemed that once in a while Mr. Burhan glanced at the ayu girl sitting beside Luqman. Who else if not the Rose. He believed that the rose could be a hindrance to his son's relationship with Luqman. For that, he wanted to find out the intricacies.
For a long time they enjoyed lunch together, while occasionally having a conversation. After nearly two hours passed, they immediately paid for the food.
At first Luqman will pay for it, but as a person who invites, Mr. Burhan does not want to lose and insists on paying for it.
"Alright, then, sir. This time, my father paid. In shaa Allah my next meeting will pay for it."
"So much better. We have to meet often, for this relationship to continue. Especially if it continues to be a family relationship, surely I will be very happy and grateful. Could have a son-in-law like you." joked Mr. Burhan.
"Papa." Farida blushed embarrassed if already mentioned about it. While Luqman actually does not like if things begin to be associated with the affairs of the heart.
The rose that heard it only nodded its head in agreement. Luqman and Farida are very compatible. The one handsome the other beautiful. Same with rich people.