Wild Roses For Luqman
48. Matchmaking

"Farida, when are you getting married?" Tapping one of the family members. So that made Farida who was chewing her food while paying attention to Luqman, become choked.

Luqman who saw it, immediately thrust a glass of water at Farida. It makes those who see singleness smile while whispering and teasing.

Mr. Burhan also did the same thing, he smiled at Luqman who was watching his only daughter.

While Farida herself, smiled confidently because she felt cared for by the man she loved.

The joke after joke thrown by the family members of Mr. Burhan continued to be thrown for Farida and Luqman, thus making the girl blush in embarrassment.

Luqman felt strange and uncomfortable, because his intention was misunderstood. Next time it seems like he should try not to pay attention to others.

The night tomb was finally finished. Luqman said goodbye to going home. Mr. Burhan drove him to the doorstep of the house. Don't forget that Farida's papa asked her to tell a story.

"How boy Luqman, are you not interested in my daughter. My family seems to like you. They assume you two are a compatible couple."

Luqman was surprised by Mr. Burhan's sudden question. He doesn't like it if anyone mentions him about his feelings for women.

Luqman also had the belief that if he liked a woman, he would immediately propose to her. No need to wonder like that.

And, although Farida was a beautiful, kind, sholihah-looking girl, but Luqman was not interested in her.

"Most men, when looking at women as beautiful and as good as Farida, will definitely be interested. But sorry, I'm less interested in him."

The deg!

Mr. Burhan's heart stopped beating. He thought Luqman would like his son. Because Farida is almost flawlessly perfect. He also gave a wry smile.

"Do you already have a woman, so you're not interested in my daughter?"

"Not yet." Reply Luqman while shaking his head weakly, after being silent for a few seconds.

"Didn't that love come with time? And you just say, that once me and your father had made some kind of bond, so that our relationship is not only as a business partner. But it can be more than that, with matchmaking. Match you with Farida."

Luqman gasped, upon hearing that. How could his father make the match, while he did not know at all.

His father is also dead. The only way to prove this is true or not is to ask your mother.

"It's exactly that, sir. But I'm sorry, papa never talked about it with me. I was confused who to believe. Sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you of lying."

"I understand if you behave like that. But we used to seriously say it, even though there was no evidence to corroborate it. Because we saw a match between the two of you."

"I'll try asking my mom. Who knows, my late father once talked to him about it."

"Okay, it's okay. Please ask your mother first. I will wait for the answer. And I hope you can give me an answer that doesn't disappoint, son Luqman."

"In shaa Allah, I cannot promise sir. As I said earlier, for me matters of the heart cannot be forced. Then, excuse me. Thank you for the dinner. Sorry, I didn't bring any gifts for Farida. Because I don't know if it's his birthday."

"Yes. It's okay, son Luqman."

Mr. Burhan patted Luqman on the shoulder, smiling after shaking hands with him.

Afterwards Luqman immediately entered the car and drove it forward.

Along the way, he kept thinking about Mr. Burhan's words. I still can't believe why his dad did that.

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After arriving home, Luqman was greeted by his mother with a warm smile. The man kissed the back of his mother's hand with reverence.

"Why? Is there something important you want to say?" Mama Firda frowned, but still obeyed her son's request to sit down.

Luqman looked at his mother while taking a deep breath before asking.

"Did you ever tell me about a matchmaking match with mom?"

"Stupid? Meanin?" Mama Firda still frowned, then shook her head.

"Why indeed?"

"really? Papa never talked about matchmaking with mom? For example, who do you want Luqman to marry?"

"No." Once again mama Firda shook her head strongly.

"What's wrong? Same story as mama."

Luqman took a deep breath again, and began to tell him what had happened at Mr. Burhan's residence.

"What's? Mr Burhan said that to you? Then why hasn't papa been talking to mom all this time?" Mama Firda was also surprised, just like Luqman earlier.

"That's what Luqman himself doesn't know. I'm afraid I'm prejudiced by both, ma."

"Then, how do you feel about that girl?"

"Luqman doesn't like it, ma."

"Why? Wasn't Farida a beautiful and kind girl. Her clothes are wide as my mother."

"But the affairs of the heart cannot be forced, ma? And Luqman was indeed the slightest bit uninterested in him."

"Do you already have another dream woman? Given your age that is no longer young."

Luqman shook his head while exhaling.

"Seriously?"

This time Luqman answered him by nodding his head.

"Why is it hard to open your heart to others, Luqman? Even though your age is a lot. Mama also wants to hold a grandchild. Let our house be rame."

Luqman looked at his mother who was seen letting out a languid sigh.

"Do'll be Luqman ma, I hope you can meet my soul mate soon."

"Of course, honey. My mother will always pray for you. Now you rest, it's night."

"Then about what Mr. Burhan said earlier, Luqman should how ma?"

"Follow what your heart says."

"What that means, if Luqman refuses it's okay."

Mama Firda nodded her head with a faint smile, to make her son's heart relieved.

"Thank you, ma. Because it always supports Luqman's decision." Luqman hugged his mother, and his heart felt quite relieved.

Although Farida is a good and beautiful girl, but Mama Firda does not want to impose her will on her child. Because he was afraid, it actually made the relationship with his son become bad. Whereas in this world, only Luqman was his only precious treasure.