Wild Roses For Luqman
51. The sound of crying

"Why did you say last night that Luqman would accept me?" Farida muttered while rubbing the droplets of tears dripping down her face.

The girl sat at the table next to her papa and Luqman, which was bounded by the floral decoration that was between the two.

He intentionally followed his father. Because the collision once when Mr. Burhan came out, did not say goodbye to him. Plus, last night they just met.

Farida again put her hearing well. Not wanting to miss what the two men were talking about next to her.

Meanwhile, at his side table. Luqman and Mr. Burhan did not eat the food that had been stirred earlier. Suddenly their appetite evaporated.

"I realized, maybe too soon to tell you about the matchmaking. Because I'm afraid you'll tie a promise first with someone else. However, the trust of the deceased person should be carried out. Let the spirit be calm there. Therefore, I did all this for your papa. If I were just a co-worker willing to sacrifice, you should also be willing to sacrifice for your papa, Luqman."

Luqman took another deep breath, then threw it away slowly. He only remembers well the advice of his father to always preach his religion. That's it, nothing more.

"Sorry, sir. I still can't accept that match. Please, don't pressure me by saying my father's name before me."

"Why can't I mention your father's name? All of this is also his proposal. Farida was also much liked, but she sincerely accepted the match."

Mr. Burhan continued to urge Luqman with each of his heart-piercing words. So that makes Luqman's heart again worried. For the umpteenth time he breathed in to make room in his chest.

"Once again, I'm sorry sir. Can't accept this match. The affair with the deceased papa, is my responsibility to the fullest."

"Okay, I accept that you are currently unable to accept Farida. But I will never stop trying to be able to carry out the mandate of your late father. Because I love your father so much, like my own family."

"Thank you for loving your deceased father like your own family, sir. Please eat." Luqman let Mr. Burhan eat.

"Sorry, I'm full. Then excuse me first." Mr. Burhan retreated his chair, and moved from his seat.

It felt like he was humiliated and humiliated by Luqman's attitude. He could chew his food with gourmand.

After Mr. Burhan's departure, Luqman sighed while leaning his back on the chair.

His appetite was suddenly lost, because it had hurt one of the hearts of his papa business partners.

He also did not want to hurt the feelings of others. But, how else. From his heart he continues to be the victim.

Meanwhile, Farida who was still sitting on the side chair drooped limp. Because no matter how much his papa urged Luqman, it was still the same result. The man had a very strong stance.

Luqman who had not yet moved from his seat, faintly heard the sound of a sobbing. He looked left and right, looking for who was crying. And his eyes locked onto the figure of the woman sitting not far from him. Just a flower decoration.

"What is Farida?"