Wild Roses For Luqman
53. Regretting

Farida stopped the taxi, which happened to pass in front of the restaurant. After entering, he again shed his feelings by crying. It turned out that it felt sick when his love was rejected.

The driver who saw him guessed what had happened, but did not dare to ask.

After taking approximately thirty minutes of travel, he finally arrived in front of his papa company. He moved his feet quickly, towards his papa's room.

"Pa's." Farida called her papa, who was sitting facing the window.

Feeling the call, Mr. Burhan turned his head. He saw Farida walking towards him. His forehead frowned when paying close attention to his son's two eyeballs that looked swollen.

"Farida, what's wrong with you?"

"Why did you ask Farida? Farida should have asked papa, why would you lie to Farida?"

"Lying what do you mean, Farida?"

"Why is dad still asking? Didn't you just meet with Luqman? And it turns out he doesn't like me, does he? Farida's shy, pa. Cook rejected by a man." Farida began to cry, making Mr. Burhan feel guilty.

"Where do you know that? Were you tailing papa?"

Farida did not answer, but her sobbing of increasingly firmer cries convinced Mr. Burhan, if his guess was correct. He was not at all suspicious, if at the restaurant, his son followed him.

Inwardly, Mr. Burhan blames his decision to match Farida with Luqman if the son of his business partner does not agree.

"Why are you quiet?" Farida asked again, because her papa was just silent while frowning her forehead.

Maybe he was thinking the right words and fitting, so that he did not get angry with him. Think Farida.

"Farida tasa mas Luqman is difficult to persuade, pa. Every day he speaks is praising the rose. No other words."

"Don't love, Farida, papa's favorite child, won't lose to a maid."

"But the truth is like that, pa." No matter how many times, Farida always brushed her tears. So Mr. Burhan got up from his seat and hugged him.

"You calm down, baby. Papa is sure, actually the problem that occurs is only a matter of time. If you have more time, surely that love will slowly be present between the two of you. Therefore, you must be more diligent in approaching him." Mr. Burhan cheered on his son.

"Pa, Farida's embarrassed to approach a man."

"Papa will help you, baby. Not everything has to be fought for."

"In what other way, pa? If Luqman had clearly and blatantly rejected me."

"There will be another way, baby, don't doubt it. For now, you need to calm down first."

Mr. Burhan again rubbed the head of Farida, who still could not move on from Luqman.

His mind was looking far away, about how to get Luqman to bend her knees and accept the match. He did not want to see his only daughter dissolve in sadness.

After a few minutes passed, a smile suddenly rose on his face.

'Just look at Luqman, I will do something to you, so that you cannot refuse this matchmaking. I don't want to see my only daughter suffer because of you.' Mr. Burhan's inner heart.