Wild Roses For Luqman
64. Looking at the Rose

"Alhamdulillah, finally the porridge is gone." Mama Firda smiled with relief, looking at the bowl she was holding, all the contents had moved to the stomach of the Rose.

"What are you hungry for? He said it was less salty?" Luqman Temptation. Out of nowhere, the man suddenly dared to tease the Rose.

"If you want to heal quickly, you have to eat a lot, right?"

"That bill. Oh yeah, want to eat something else? Let me buy it?"

"That's it, ma'am." The rose turned its head and pointed at the fruit that had been cut into small pieces, and was indeed reserved for him.

"Alright, Aunt bribe you again." Mama Firda took the small plate, and pierced one of the fruits for the Rose.

The girl grew more and more affectionate with her master, as he treated her very well. Come to think of it, any employer would want to feed a maid. And through Mama Firda, Rose can feel the love of a mother.

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Meanwhile in the side room, madam Anita quietly listened to the conversation that was going on behind the curtain beside her.

He was very curious about the girl who had a birthmark on his left waist.

"Ma, let's get ready to go home. Our driver is on his way here." Mr. Andreas reminded his wife, since he had seen her more silent since.

"Wait a minute, pa. Not much of our stuff, right? How about before we go home, say goodbye to the family of ustadz Luqman?"

Mr. Andreas was silent for a moment, frowning.

"Mama's still curious about that girl huh?"

"No. Just wanted to say thank you, because son Luqman already wants to take responsibility with us. That's all."

"Okay."

After tidying up her insignificant belongings, the two set their feet towards the side room.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Greet Mr. Andrew and his wife.

Luqman and his family immediately returned the greeting, and his gaze turned to them.

"Sir Andreas, Miss Anita." Luqman muttered, as he moved from his seat.

"Please sit down, sir, Mom." Luqman offered the couple a seat on the sofa.

"Oh yes, thank you." Mr. Andreas sat on the sofa followed by Luqman. While his wife, sitting in a chair near the Rose with Mama Firda.

"What's the need, sir?" Again, Luqman asked.

"We just wanted to have a moment of conversation, while waiting for our driver to come and pick us up." Luqman responded with a mangosteen. Then they got into a conversation.

"How are you doing, son?"

"A little dizzy, my body feels like it hurts all too." Lirih Roses.

"May I get well soon."

"Thank you, ma'am, for your prayers."

Bu Anita smiled faintly while nodding her head.

"If you may know, who are you?"

"This aunt and her husband, were the ones Luqman hit, the Rose." The girl was bearded while her lips formed the letter O.

"Are you right, the housekeeper at Luqman's ustadz place?"

"Yes, Auntie." The rose nodded its head.

"Where do you live? Are you an overseas person?"

"I live at home, Aunt Firda. It's from town A."

"City A?" Pekik Bu Anita's.

To his surprise, the rose came from the city. Because in that city, she lost her one-year-old baby. His eyes began to glaze over when he remembered that.

For decades, she and her husband spent time searching for her missing daughter, but neither did her efforts bear fruit. So her husband decided to stop the search for her son.

"Mom, why are his eyes like that?" Ask Roses, disperse the reverie of Lady Anita.