Wild Roses For Luqman
63. Bowl of porridge

"Luqman, let go of the rose!" Excited mama Firda.

The only child immediately regained consciousness, and kept his body away from the body of the Rose.

"I-I'm sorry, I." With a face that was met with red and stammered, Luqman said.

Although still looking weak, Rose tried to smile at her master. Especially when for a moment he was in the arms of Luqman, a strange noise penetrated his heart.

"Mama is surprised by you. Why do you often embrace roses? Do you like him?"

Luqman turned his gaze to his mother, then quickly shook his head.

"Luqman was just happy ma, finally the Rose realized. And mom remembered, she mentioned both of us. That means he does not lose his memory, even though he had experienced a collision in his head and even had to be operated on."

Mama Firda no longer said, but was silent while looking at her son's face. Because he was still surprised by the attitude of his son who was very different from usual. Luqman turned his eyes to the Rose again.

"Roses, you remember me, right?" He looked anxiously at the girl. The rose, still silent, then returned a smile and nodded her head.

"Of course, the Rose will always remember a handsome master, like Luqman mas." Lirih Roses, his smile seemed to never disappear from his face. Even though she was sick, she still looked beautiful.

"Roses, how do you feel now?" After a few minutes of silence, Mama Firda finally spoke up.

He rubbed the head of the rose wrapped in bandages. The girl's gaze turned to her female employer.

"A little dizzy, Auntie. The whole body hurts too."

"Oh, so wait for the Roses to get sick first, just looking for a driver?" Cetus Rose, with his voice still soft.

"I don't mean like that, Rose. I feel comfortable traveling alone, doing everything alone. Since childhood, I have been used to doing everything by myself. Mom and dad always taught me to be independent."

"That's what Aunt's son said, Roses. But it seems not entirely good. There are times when we need to involve others, to ease our work, and also share our sustenance."

Roses and Luqman beards, hearing the words of Mama Firda.

"Oh yeah, you eat first. Let Auntie help you with your bribe."

Rose nodded her head, smiling, responding to her employer's offer. When else can be bribed by a very gentle and kind woman like mama Firda, her inner self.

Mama Firda himself, pressing the button next to the gurney, to set a comfortable position for the Rose.

After that, he took a plate of porridge and fed a spoon, to the lips of the Rose. The girl, for the umpteenth time smiled, before opening her mouth.

"Less salty, Aunt." The rose grimaced, feeling the food that had just entered his mouth.

"Tomorrow, Auntie made it herself. With a note, you're cured and you can go home."

"If the rose has healed, yes cook yourself dong, Auntie. It's impossible to cook porridge by, Auntie. Later it was thought the maid was shameless again." Even though she was sick, she could still joke. So that made mama Firda and Luqman smile happily.

The rose slowly opened its mouth, for the sake of receiving a bribe after a bribe from mama Firda. Luqman's heart was so peaceful looking at the scene before him.