Wild Roses For Luqman
46. Care about each other

After a journey of about five hours, Luqman finally arrived in the city of F. This time, he stopped in advance at the hotel, which had been prepared by the committee.

Arriving in a hotel room, he poured down to relieve his tiredness, while telling his mother, that he had arrived at the destination city safely.

In the afternoon when he woke up from his sleep, Luqman immediately cleaned up and prepared important materials that will be conveyed later during the Akbar lecture.

The day began to go up the night. After performing Maghrib prayers, he left for the event by driving his car. He refused an offer from the committee who wanted to pick him up.

After a thirty-minute drive, Luqman's car finally entered the Great Mosque in the city.

The committee greeted him with a friendly handshake and smile. Luqman was invited into a room, before the event began. There he was well-watered.

Shortly thereafter, the show will begin. Luqman is welcome to enter the venue. Then sit on the big chair that was prepared for him.

All eyes were staring at him. Luqman replied with a charming friendly smile.

After passing a series of opening events, it is time for Luqman to deliver tausyiah. The whole camera is focused on him. Because the lecture was held live.

**

At the residence of Mama Firda, he was sitting on the sofa of the family room, while facing the television screen.

Every time his son filled out the tausiyah live, surely Mama Firda would watch it. Her smile was on her back when she saw her son entering the venue.

Not long after, the show began. Luqman saluted the audience. Then start the tausyiah.

The rose that would check every door of the house, whether it had been locked or not, stopped its steps, when it faintly heard a familiar voice.

"Like Luqman's voice. But, didn't he just get out of town?"

Curious, the Rose followed his hearing. And stop right in the family room.

"Geez, Luqman's on TV." Roses sparkled his face and reflexes cupped his cheeks with his hands.

"Is he a famous ustadz? Until he got on TV. It's only natural that he's famous. Luqman was handsome, his voice was soft. Ah, he really is a man of dreams. I want a soul mate like him, too, my God."

Slowly the rose approached the TV. Mama Firda who felt the presence of someone, finally turned her head. He saw a Rose who looked so fascinated with his son.

"Sit here, Rose." Mama Firda patted the empty sofa that was nearby.

"Eh, yes Auntie."

The rose sat beside Mama Firda. His gaze never stopped looking at Luqman who was talking.

"Geez, what did Auntie crave? Is there a certain practice, no? Got a kid who's handsome, dashing, smart, everything's bought." The rose looked at Mama Firda carefully.

"Em, what is it?" Mama Firda tapped her chin while recalling, then smiled faintly.

"Tante does not know, what Aunt did was received not the same God. But usually Aunty always read the Qur'an wherever and whenever. Trying to be prejudiced, take care of ablution, what else is yes... Yes, like what you usually see. Know right?"

"Yes, Aunt. The rose understands."

It did not feel like the Tausyiah delivered by Luqman was finished. Time for a question and answer session. The man was able to answer all the questions of the participants well.

The rose was amazed by him. Until he shook his head a few times.

But the girl was not only just amazed, she was also able to absorb every word Luqman well and also try to run it.

"Well, the show's over." Complaints of Roses, when the host closed the event with the prayer of the assembly cafaratul.

"Relax, later at home you can request a re-broadcast on Luqman." The rose chuckled while covering its mouth.

**

It was already night time, mama Firda and Rose had already started to sleepy. Both of them went to their rooms to rest.

Although the distance that must be traveled is quite far, it is okay. To complete the work in his company that will surely accumulate.

**

After a journey of nearly five hours, Luqman finally arrived in his city. Soon he will arrive at his home.

The dim lights and the atmosphere of silence greeted him, when entering the courtyard of his house. Naturally, because he arrived around three in the morning.

He went into his house and said his greetings. Even if he knows no one is answering. Because he believes mama and Rose are still sleeping.

Luqman headed to the kitchen, due to an unbearable thirst. But his steps slowly came to a halt, when he saw that the Rose was sitting while raising his hand up.

Yes, Roses try to get up early to do night prayers. He kept asking his Lord to forgive all his sins and be given the ease to do good.

Luqman smiled, when he saw that. And secretly he prayed in his heart, that the Rose might be a sholihah woman.

After that he immediately went to the refrigerator to get drinking water.

**

In the room, the Rose had finished her worship. Then he left the room, wanting to pee.

"M-Mas Luqman, or a thief?" The Rose, with a voice stuck in the esophagus. Luqman turned his head, when he heard the voice of his bar-maid.

"It's me Luqman, Rose."

The rose massaged his chest while smiling in relief. To be honest he was afraid, if there was a thief who entered the magnificent house of his master. How much wealth can be stolen.

"Mas Luqman when to go home?"

"Just now."

"Oh yeah, then why in the kitchen?"

"Well." Luqman rubbed his throat, which felt dry.

"Well, do you want to drink cold water? Especially when I come home from a long trip. Can't be so! Let the rose make some warm milk first. Luqman sat down first. Remember not to argue. Or the rose will leave this house."

The rose immediately took the milk, and poured it into a glass, then brewed it with warm water.

Luqman was stunned, when he saw her so skillfully and attentive to her as well.

When finished, then the Rose served his drink to the table near Luqman.

"This is a mas, in a drink first. Very special warm milk made by the rose."

Luqman smiled faintly when he heard the Rose's chatter.

"Why laugh at me anyway? Though this Rose is really afraid if anything happens with Luqman mas. Especially until death, Rose could not see the handsome Luqman mas lecture on television anymore. So the point is, Luqman mas should avoid drinking cold, after traveling long distances. Okay?"

"In shaa Allah." Luqman smiled again.

"That's a sign of breaking a promise. If you're serious about promising, you should say okay."

"Yes, I will try to follow your words, Rose. A housekeeper who cares deeply with his employer."

"Ah, Luqman could have. Care means." The rose covered her grimacing mouth.

"Very care what it means, Rose."

"Oh, so." Roses of mangosteen while ria.