Wild Roses For Luqman
77. Kangen

Farida was silent for a long time while digesting her mother's words. The woman who gave birth to him continued to gently rub his head, until he felt much calmer.

The advice delivered in a kind and tender manner slowly permeated his heart and mind. But Farida was still ashamed to admit her defeat.

"Mama will continue to pray for you Farida. Smoga you quickly met with the best mate who has been prepared for you. The most important thing now is that you can't be sad anymore. You are crying enough. Live your life as it is again."

Mama turned Farida's body around. He lowered his face, to hide his swollen eyes, from crying all day.

Farida could only nod her head weakly, replying to her long mama's words.

She smiled with satisfaction, seeing the reaction shown by her daughter. Then he hugged her back. With a hint of hesitation mixed with embarrassment, Farida returned her embrace.

**

Meanwhile somewhere else. Luqman and his mother spent a long time staying at Mr. Andreas' house. The man finally decided to go home, because a lot of work was waiting for him.

Actually Mr. Andreas was so pleased with Luqman's presence in his house. But there was no way he would continue to endure it, for there was no connection between them , and knowing the busyness of the young man.

After finishing his breakfast, Andreas and his family drove Luqman and his mother to the doorstep. They shake hands and embrace.

Clara is very sad, having to part with her two former employers. Even his eyes glazed over. Both parents who can see the sadness of their children, also feel it.

"Honey, we're not going to separate you from the good people who have been very meritorious in your life. We can visit them sometime." Lady Anita, who was standing next to her daughter, gently rubbed her two shoulders.

"Yes dear. What your mother said." Mr. Andreas chimed in. So that makes Clara's face again turned bright.

"If you're home, don't forget to tell us, Sis?" Lady Anita reminded me of Mama Firda.

"In shaa Allah." Smile did not escape from the face of Mama Firda.

After a short chat while saying goodbye, Luqman and his mother entered his car. Then he turned his head outside, and waved his hand with a smile. Mr. Andreas' family also replied with the same thing.

Finally the car was slowly moving away from the courtyard of the magnificent house of Mr. Andreas. After the shadows are no longer visible, then they enter the house.

**

The long journey has finally passed. Now Luqman and his mother arrived at his residence in the afternoon.

After the two cleaned up, Mama cooked a simple dinner menu. While Luqman checked several incoming emails about his work.

When both tombs night, then they remembered, if they had not informed the family of Mr. Andreas.

Mama Firda also grabbed the phone that was beside her plate. He pressed a few digits of the number, then the phone line began to connect with people who were far across.

There were faces that revealed smiles while waving and greeting her and Luqman.

They are the same, sitting facing the dining table.

They greet each other and throw questions to express their joy, because they can meet face to face, even if only through video calls.