Wild Roses For Luqman
4. Acquaintance

"Luqman, who is he?" ask the woman who just came.

"Di-he... Household assistant at our house, ma. Besides he can help mom, can also accompany mom at home. When Luqman traveled far."

"But why didn't you tell me first with mom? And why, are they dressed like that?"

While the Rose was still hiding behind Luqman, listening to the conversation between the mother and the child.

'Mama? This guy said, mama? I thought ghost.' Inner Rose, while patting her own eel.

"Hey, don't hide in the back. Meet my mama."

Slowly the Rose loosened her embrace, then stood on equal footing with Luqman, smiling thinly.

"I'm sorry, Auntie. I thought Auntie was a ghost." said Rose as she covered her mouth.

"If you're calling me a ghost. I thought you were a female genie, following my only son."

"Well, genie?" the rose looks cengo. Luqman and his mother smiled.

"Well, a girl as beautiful and sexy as me is said to look like a genie?" grouse Rose upset.

"Luqman, which bureau did you get it from?"

"Eum..." Luqman scratched his head while thinking.

"I happened to ride in the taxi of this father Aunt. Because my wallet is gone, and I have no place to live, so this father offered me to be a housekeeper at his house." Cerocos Roses at length.

"Mr? This is not father. This is my son, his name is Luqman. And he's not married, so don't call him father."

"Oh, so yes, Tan. Your son is a virgin? I'm sorry I thought he was a father. Because the brewoknya you know, uh make gemes." said Rose with a sparkling face and so longing.

Luqman instantly closed the brew with both hands. But it is only in vain, still thin hair that grows around the ear to the other ear.

His mother Luqman stared amusedly at the Rose. Never once had he met a girl who blatantly praised her son like that.

Most of the women who were around Luqman were quiet women, and lowered their gaze when they came across him. His clothes were also covered.

"Luqman, mama wants to talk to you for a minute."

"Good, ma. You please sit down first." said Luqman, he turned to look at the Rose.

"Okay." replied the Roses briefly, but still stood pecking. Luqman and his mother walked away from him.

"Luqman, are you serious about bringing her here to make her a housekeeper?" whispered mama slow.

"Yes, ma. Kasian, he needs a job."

"In shaa Allah no, ma. We can tell her to wear more polite clothes later."

'Oh, so they're talking about me? Actually, what was the mother worried about. But I was already insyaf, not wanting to do any more bad work in my past.' Inner Rose, who could hear the conversation of the mother and child. He sat down on the couch, pretending not to listen.

Mama and Luqman approached Rose who was sitting on the living room sofa. Then the two sat on the sofa next to the Rose's seat.

"Tante, I'm sorry I was being disrespectful. My name is Rose." The girl reached out to her mother Luqman.

"I'm Firda. Luqman's mother." The woman returned the rose's hand.

"Baby, menatin. My name is Rose." said the girl as she extended her hand before Luqman.

But the man actually returned the favor by cupping his hands in front of his chest.

The rose scrunched its forehead while pulling its hand, and looked at it for a moment. Just in case there's something dirt stuck. But his hands are clean.

"I'm sorry, we're not mahram. So don't touch each other. And like my mama said, my name is Luqman."

The rose of the mangosteen heard the explanation of the man before him.

"So, can I still work in this house?"

"Can. You can work here. But don't dress like that. I'll give you some change clothes. Now you rest first." said Luqman.

"Let's show me your room."

Mama Firda stood up, and was followed by the Rose. While Luqman moved from his seat, and walked towards his room on the upper floor.

"Well, this is your room." said Mama Firda, to the Rose. When both of them were already standing on the doorstep of the room for the housekeeper.

The moment the Rose circulated her sweeping gaze to every corner of the three-by-three-meter-sized room.

Same with the room he used to occupy to serve his guests. The difference now is that he's not serving a striped-nose man.

Except serving his employer. Preparing food, sweeping, and other homework.

"You can put your clothes on this cupboard. If you're angry, there's already a fan. For the bathroom, it's outside. Close to the back of the kitchen. Hope you're not disappointed with the shelter we provided you."

"Absolutely not, Tan. Roses are very happy, have been given a decent place to live, and halal work. Rose promises, will try to work as well as possible. I'm ready to work now. Just tell Aunt what the rose should do now."

Mama Firda commented with a smile, looking at the Rose that was so passionate to work.

"Register of duties, Aunty will give it later. You rest first, according to the words of Auntie's son."

"Good, Aunt. Thank you." Thank you."