Wild Roses For Luqman
72. Siesta

"Mama, why do they call me Clara?" The rose looked at her mother.

"Because that's the name we gave you as a baby, baby." Lady Anita stroked her son's hair gently.

"Therefore, from now on we will call you by that name. You want to, right?"

"Of course you want to, ma. Because the name Rose is the name of the bad man's gift."

They all agreed with Mrs Anita's decision. After a moment of conversation, they were taken to their respective rooms to rest.

"It's an honor for us, because you want to stay at our residence. Hope you can rest comfortably." Mr. Andreas bowed a little to Luqman, as they stood in front of the guest room door.

"I'm the one who actually thanked you. For not prolonging yesterday's troubles, and now it is allowed to stop at his residence."

"This is our thanks, because thanks to your kindness and your mother, our daughter became a good person. Although originally living together with people who are not good."

It felt like the conversation was almost endless, as they threw gratitude at each other.

The rose felt her head slightly dizzy, thus making them stop her speech. After that, Lady Anita and Mr. Andreas escorted her to her room which was upstairs.

Again the girl was surprised, when shown the room is so spacious and has complete facilities.

"This is real, room for the Roses?" The girl was still circulating her gaze, sweeping across the room dominated by gold.

"Ehem..."

"Eh, you mean, this is a room for Clara?"

"Of course, honey. Do you like it?" Andreas put his hand on his daughter's shoulder, as did his wife.

"Come, you rest first. He said it was dizzy. Mama doesn't want anything to happen to you." Lady Anita guided Clara to her large and soft bed of course.

"Geez, even this is like a Aunt Firda's bed. So soft and certainly very comfortable to sleep with." Clara looks carefree, like a child.

Lady Anita and Mr. Andreas smiled faintly at the babble of the princess. Then help him slowly break his body.

"Do you need anything? Let mama have aunt prepare it." Tawar Madame Anita.

"Ah, even we forgot to have not waited for aunt earlier. Though Clara had not known her other aunt's co-worker."

"They must understand, if you're not completely healthy, and need a lot of rest."

Clara simply nodded her head obediently, then immersed her body in a blanket. After her mother gently rubbed her head for a moment, she soon fell asleep.

Mr. Andreas kissed Clara's forehead gently and lovingly, before leaving her, as he wanted to clean himself up.

While Lady Anita, lay down beside Clara and wrapped her hands. He wants to enjoy a nap with his beloved daughter.

Both are so sleepy. Happiness slowly erodes the sadness that lingers for years in their lives.

Shortly after, Mr. Andreas already felt his body clean and tidy. He went back to his daughter's room.

Arriving in front of the room, he moved the door handle slowly. A smile appeared on his face, as he saw his son and wife falling asleep.

His intention to call his wife to clean up he broke down. In fact, he actually put himself on the left side of Clara, and closed his eyes. One hand was wrapped around their stomachs.

"We couldn't hug you as a child. So instead, we embrace you now. Sleep well, my daughter." Whisper Mr. Andreas softly.