Wild Roses For Luqman
39. A secret

"Tante, tonight the rose is allowed to sleep here. Roses are afraid of anything happening to Auntie."

Aunt Firda smiled seeing the attention shown by her housekeeper. He looked at the beautiful face of Rose, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Luqman, who was standing in the doorway, and overheard the Rose, also smiled.

'Sometimes his behavior is ridiculous. Sometimes they are grown up like that. And strangely, why does every word of hers always shake my heart? Does the man who was once a customer also feel the same way, like what I feel?' inner Luqman.

"Later if your sleep is disturbed, how?"

"That's risking the Rose, as a maid in this house, Auntie." Speak with conviction.

"All right, Auntie let you sleep here."

"Thank you, Auntie. Then, Auntie sleeps gih. The rose incandescent body again, let it slowly feel tired and the pain is gone."

The girl kneels her master's body vigorously. For him, Aunt Firda has been considered like her own biological mother. For he who taught him the science of his faith, educated in all things and was always patient in his conduct.

The two women of different ages actually occasionally tell stories and throw jokes at each other. Luqman, who had been standing in the doorway since then, was still at home watching the preoccupation that was plastered before his eyes.

"Mas Luqman, why are you standing there? Shame on you, coming in?"

"Roses, these are my own houses. Why be ashamed to try." Reply to the man, walking closer. Then he sat down on the other side of the bed. Be it and the rose fights against each other.

"Ma, Luqman sleeps here huh. Nemenin mom."

"Eh, mama already allowed Rose to sleep in my mama's room."

"Well." yeah." Luqman showed his own face. Because if you hurry with the house assistant.

Late at night, Mama Firda has been sleeping since. Only the Roses and Luqman remained.

"Mas, hunt out gih. The rose will sleep."

"Eh, yes." Reply Luqman, looking cengo.

Never once did the man show his cengo face like now, to anyone else. Only the rose can make it that way.

Finally Luqman went out of the room, having previously kissed his mother's forehead and tidied up his blanket.

After the departure of her male employer, Rose looked at her female employer. He did the same thing, as his employer did. Yakin' kiss mama Firda's forehead.

"Hopefully get well soon, Tan. Roses are a pity with, aunt."

After whispering, Rose began to lay down on the sofa, then closed her eyes.

**

Meanwhile, in a place not far from the Luqman residence, the residence of Mr. Burhan.

The man seemed to be smiling, when he received happy news from one of his men scattered in various places. It tells us about the roses.

Truly the man was not out of thought, Luqman willingly accepted a girl like him. He wanted to tell her that later when he met.

"Pa, why smile for yourself?" Farida asks, surprising her papa who looks like a happy person for getting the durian collapsed.

"Sit down, Farida." Tell Mr. Burhan, who saw his daughter standing behind him while holding her hand on his shoulder. The girl said she was sitting on the sofa next to her father.

"What the hell is it, pa? It looks serious." Ask Farida curiously.

"Look." Mr. Burhan thrust his phone at Farida. With hesitation, the girl accepted it and looked at the information contained within.

"A-what does this mean, Rose is a tuna woman

susila?" Farida closed her mouth as if in disbelief.

"Call her a comfort woman." Imbuh mr. Burhan.

"That means there is a possibility, if he was working in Luqman's house, because he deliberately wanted to approach his master with his innocent attitude?"

"Hem." Mr. Burhan pulled both of his lips.

"I won't let him do that. I have to say this to you, Luqman." Farida Strictly.

Mr. Burhan stared smilingly at his only princess. He wanted his son's match with Luqman to be made.