Wild Roses For Luqman
76. Farides

Everyone was happy, seeing the happy hue on Clara's face. They understand, because since childhood he never got happiness.

After sitting for a while, they walked in tandem around every corner of the park, until everyone felt exhausted. Then they decided to stop at a young coconut ice shop.

They sat around a long table, sipping young coconut ice and enjoying a lunch with eel sambal menu. Although only a simple menu, but it feels so delicious on their tongues.

Sweat until dripping on their faces, as it enjoys the sensation of a blend of spicy savory food from eel sauce, and a refreshing cold from young coconut ice.

Those who are used to eating at restaurants, this time so enjoy the food served by the diner that is not too large, but crowded visitors.

After the fatigue was gone, and the energy was fully replenished, they decided to go home.

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Elsewhere, a girl was spending her time in the room to get angry. He vented all his feelings, to tear apart his room.

Some days he did so, until both parents were confused about how to calm him.

Yes, that girl is Farida. Several times he came to Luqman's office, but his secretary always said the same thing. The man was still busy with his affairs outside the city.

At first Farida was ordinary about the activities that Luqman did, considering the man he loved was a super busy person.

But he was suspicious too. Considering her departure out of town along with her beauty-assuming and tacky mama and maid in her opinion. His heart began to grow and wobbly.

Bad thoughts gathered in his mind. Especially when he overheard a conversation between his father and someone assigned to spy on Luqman.

"The girl should have died, so as not to become a bully between me and Luqman. She should also look up, there is no story of the maid who rose to office, so the wife of her employer. If there were, it would be in a fairy tale." Farida kept cursing, venting her frustration.

Her mother who heard her voice from behind the door, could only wipe her chest in concern.

"Oh my God, all my life I've seen Farida so frustrated as she is now. Help me to reduce my emotions, Lord."

Mama let out a long sigh, then pressed the door handle quietly. He ventured into his son's room. The woman clearly did not feel shocked, seeing the condition of the room that was already like a broken ship.

He approached Farida who was lying on the bed. His shoulders were shaken, a sign that he was still crying. Then Mama touched her head slowly, while saying her name.

"Farida, Mama's never seen you like this. Mama is sad. You know, how the concept of life has been arranged in such a way, by the creator? Then, why are you still unable to accept it?"

Mama didn't mean to insinuate her daughter, but she just wanted to remind me that, no matter how hard we are determined, if not her provision, it will be lost as well.

Farida was still sobbing. His brain was still difficult to accept the truth, as it was covered by a fog of anger.

"Farida, you're a good girl. And will definitely get the best soul mate. Don't doubt it."

"Will Luqman be Farida's best mate, ma?" The girl looked over and looked at her mother's face. The woman who had given birth to him let out a long sigh, and reviewed the smile.

"If he becomes your best mate, he will definitely approach in the best way possible. And if he's not your soul mate, he'll definitely stay away in the best way possible. Never enter a soul mate. Because it'll definitely torture you. Mama will always pray for you, may your best mate come in time. Mama knows, Luqman is a good young man, so to speak he is a complete package. But you will never know, there are other complete package men who continue to pray to be close to you. You have to be sure it's baby." Mama clenched and rubbed her son's head, hoping he could come to his senses. Farida's sobbing voice grew increasingly deep.