Wild Roses For Luqman
55. The Hotel

On Saturday morning, Luqman left for the city of H to fill the tausiyah. This time he not only went alone, but with his mother and the Rose.

Luqman deliberately brought the two. So that both of them are not just to be home. He believes, with the happiness of the family, it will certainly further launch its provision. The rose welcomes with a happy twinkle the invitation.

The car drove at a moderate speed, splitting the road quite dense, because of the traffic of people who want to enjoy their day off.

Roses that rarely come out, always seem enthusiastic to see new things around them. He even asked Luqman and Aunt Firda a lot.

After traveling about four hours, they finally arrived at the hotel that had been provided by the event committee.

The three of them walked towards the hotel room. Roses were amazed to see the building they were staying in. Because the hotel looked big and the facilities were complete, just like at his employer's house.

"It feels like living in your own house, Auntie. You see the facilities are very complete, as in the house of Aunt." Mumbled Rose, while looking around the room, after arriving at his room.

"You could have, Rose." Mama Firda smiled faintly in response to the Rose babble.

The three of them checked the entire room. After that Mama Firda divided the rooms for each.

"Roses, we sleep in that room yeah." Mama Firda pointed at the leftmost room. The rose also nodded. Luqman slept in the next room.

They entered each other's rooms to put down his belongings. After that come back out.

The three of them walked towards the hotel restaurant, to enjoy lunch together. Since Mama Firda always reminds Rose of the Rose table manner, that is why the girl certainly knows about how to behave when taking food and eating.

The three of them sat around a round table and wanted to enjoy lunch together while telling stories.

There were some people looking at his desk, seriously watching him, and some of them stood up and approached him.

"Ustadz, can we have a picture?" Say some of those at the same time.

"Can." Luqman nodded his head with a faint smile, then moved from his seat.

She stands in line with mothers whose age is above her mother, then stylish with her best style.

"Sorry, is this lady, his wife ustadz?" Tapping on one of the people asking for the photo, pointing at the Rose.

The rose that felt appointed, instantly choked. In a hurry, he grabbed his drinking water.

"I'm just Luqman's maid, ma'am. How could he be his wife." Reply a moment later, chuckling.

"Huh, maid?" The people who asked for the photo said. Now those who are surprised.

"Well, this is a pretty maid."

"The book looks expensive too."

"The mother must be lying. Must be embarrassed to get caught."

The voices of the people asking for the photo continued to be understated. But the Rose still chuckles in response to all that. In contrast to Luqman who was silent without a blink looking at him.

"If I could have a husband like my employer, I would have to hide. I will definitely feel very proud. But it's true, I'm just his assistant. He said he must not lie, fear sin."

"Yes, right. Rose is indeed the housekeeper in my residence." Imbuh Luqman.

"Well, baby. It was beautiful, tadz."

"Thank you, for praising me beautiful." The rose for the umpteenth time wears a thin smile.

Long enough Luqman served the people take pictures and reply to their babble, until the food was almost cold. He sat back down and drank his drink.

"Mas, you're too handsome and smart anyway. So many idolize you." The rose did not hesitate to express its admiration for Luqman. Because that man is the desire of every woman.

"You are just like them, you love to praise me. Wanna get a pay raise?" Luqman throws jokes at Roses.

"The salary that Luqman and Aunt Firda love, is already too much. The rose is grateful. Don't ask for a raise. But if it's raised again, it can't be rejected." They chuckled at the reply of the rose.