Wild Roses For Luqman
69. Haru

Luqman and Mama Firda for the umpteenth time exchanged glances.

The rose sitting in the middle of the two also stared at the two in turn.

Undeniably, his heart also felt stubborn. Because it seems to be involved in the precarious atmosphere.

Until finally with a plan the man decided to open the envelope that was in his grasp.

He placed the paper in the lap of the Rose, so that the three of them could clearly see the contents of the sheet.

Mama and Luqman were immediately shocked, seeing the statement written on the sheet. While the Rose who had just read half her sentence, frowned.

"Why is there a rose there?" Plain mumbling.

"Read to the end of the Rose. You will find the answer." With a raucous voice, Mama Firda replied. Even his eyes looked teary.

Rose did not continue to read it, but saw her master who showed her sad face.

"Why does Aunt Firda cry? Will the rose die?"

Mama Firda shook her head quickly, wiping her tears, and also reviewed the smile.

Those who were in the room, his eyes were already all glazed over. Between sad and haru cries, mixed into one.

"Why are you crying?" The rose again with a question. After which, his gaze shifted on the sheet of paper that was still in his lap. He continued to read it, because the tongue of Mama Firda was too weak to just say the words again.

"Well!" Speechless rose, when it has finished reading it until the end of the sentence. He even read it over and over again, to make sure what he read was not wrong.

He rounded his eyes, and one hand covered his gaping mouth. He slowly looked at the woman before him.

"You're the mama's son who went missing decades ago, the Rose." While sniffling Madame Anita said it. While the rose is still silent and has not given any response. Even to just return the hug he did not do.

It is not that Roses are not happy with the happy news that he got at that time. But he tried to digest about the journey of life that he had passed over the past twenty years.

It feels like all this is a dream. He used to live so much suffering. But now, it felt like he was so happy to be among good people.

Having an employer like Mama Firda and Luqman, was a boon in itself for him. So he never had the desire to meet his biological parents.

But apparently the Lord had another will, in a time of hope to be able to meet his parents he buried deep, just now he was reunited with his parents with a path that he had never expected before.

The rose pinched her own cheek, then complained of pain.

"Rose, what's wrong?" Madam Anita broke down a hug and looked at the princess only in seriousness.

"Just cry, the Rose pinches the Rose's own cheek. And it's painful." Plain chatter.

"Indeed why are you pinching your cheeks? If you already know in the pinch it hurts?" Ask Lady Anita.

"To make sure that all this is not a mere Aunt's dream. Because having a very good employer like Aunt Firda and Luqman mas alone, has become the most beautiful gift in my life. Especially in addition to the fact, if the Rose still has both parents are very good. It feels like a hard thing to accept with common sense. Even the one who helped and cared for the Rose said, if my parents were no more."

"Oh yeah, who helped you Rose? We should thank him. Isn't that right, pa?" Madame Anita's gaze turned to her husband who was still silently sculpting. But his eyes were already reddened because his tears were also unable to be weaved.

"Exactly what your mama said Rose." Mr. Andreas nodded his head excitedly.

The rose looks to the left and right. Look at her employer, as if asking for approval about who helped her in her infancy.