Wild Roses For Luqman
73. Lunches

Roses wiggling awake. He felt his stomach slightly objected, as it overcame something.

She opened her eyelids. He saw that what made him object, was the hands of his parents coiled around his stomach.

After that, his gaze shifted to the right and left. A smile rose on his face, when he saw the faces of his parents who seemed to be asleep while hugging him.

"Oh my God, I still feel like a dream. For the first time I could sleep well, in the arms of two parents who loved me dearly. May you always protect both, Lord. Roses, uh Clara, love both." Clara's whisper was very slow, while rubbing the faces of her parents.

Slowly Madame Anita squirmed up, feeling a gentle touch on her face. The touch that made his chest so cold, was like being doused by ice water.

"Darling, are you awake?"

"Eh, I'm sorry Clara, ma. It's waking mama's rest."

Lady Anita smiled at her daughter.

"No dear. I was happy, you woke up my mom. Because it's lunchtime soon. Mama go downstairs first yes, want to check if lunch has been prepared by aunt or not."

Roses had not yet answered, it was the turn of Mr. Andreas who wriggled awake. Of course, because he heard the conversation of his son and wife.

"What are you talking about?"

"Eh, papa finally woke up too. Must be because of our noisy voices." Guess Clara.

Mr. Andreas laughed for a moment.

"Papa was happy, could hear such a noise. Because this house has been quiet for a long time, there is no laughter created, or just noisy."

"Oh yeah, papa and mama never joke?" Clara scrunched her forehead.

"How can we joke, if every day that's on your mama's mind is always about you?"

Clara exhaled heavily, hearing the reply from her papa. Because it turned out that it was not only him who felt the suffering during the separation. Both of his parents felt it too.

"Aamiin's." His parents answered in unison, replying with a swipe on Clara's face.

"Already ah melo-melo it. We go down and have lunch first?" Bring Mr. Andreas.

"Mama get down first. Want to make sure if aunt's done preparing her lunch or not." Madame Anita shuffled down from the bed. Clara nodded her head.

"Clara, do you need anything?" Fresh sir Andreas, to his daughter after his wife passed out.

"No, pa." Clara shook her head.

"In the meantime, we'll have lunch. Didn't papa wake up Luqman's mas?"

"You're right, honey. But papa can't bear to leave you alone in the room."

"Clara is healed, pa. It's okay to just be left for a while. Luqman and Aunt Firda missed their lunch. Clara doesn't want them to starve."

"Okay, papa will tell aunt to call them." Mr. Andreas immediately contacted his house assistant, by phone on a table near the bed.

When she was done, she helped Clara to the toilet to clean herself. Now the sleepiness was gone, and his face was refreshed. Mr. Andreas and Clara walked hand in hand towards the dining table.

Arriving there, Madam Anita, Aunt Firda and Luqman were already sitting around the dining table.

All turned their heads towards Clara and her papa, when they heard the sound of her walking footsteps approaching.

"Ma, are we having lunch just like Luqman and Aunt Firda?" Clara asked as she landed herself on the chair.

"Of course, honey. Who else do we eat with?" Lady Anita looked at Clara.

"There is an aunt in this house. Why aren't they having lunch together? Usually at Aunt Firda's house, even though Clara was there only as a maid, still at the table."