Wild Roses For Luqman
92. Fretfulness

Clara took a deep breath, before beginning to answer what her mother was talking about.

On the one hand he was very happy, because he had parents who were so understanding and caring to him. And on the other hand, he was quite confused, willing to explain it.

"We'll do what's best for you, baby. Tell us, we're ready to listen." Lady Anita held Clara's hand which suddenly felt cold.

"Clara, I'm sorry if you missed the joke." Mr. Andreas who had been silent since, finally spoke. He joined his hands with the hands of his wife and son. Made Clara look her head up at him.

"But seeing the look in your eyes, it seems undeniable, if in fact you have the same taste. Just embarrassed to say it. We were young, too, and experienced the same thing with you. So don't hesitate to tell stories and share your affection." Imbuh Mr. Andreas again.

"Claras... Liked Luqman mas, because he was the first man who was very good at Clara. In a lifetime, Clara will never be able to forget her kindness, pa, ma. Then, is it worth Clara to expect more from that? Except..." Clara momentarily hung up her sentence, making both her parents curious.

Not only were his parents curious, it turned out that someone who was standing behind the door was also very curious. Yes, he is Luqman.

The man had just taken water in the kitchen. And somehow due to the push from where, suddenly his feet obey his heart to step into the guest room.

Hearing the conversation from behind the room, made his heart tingle to listen carefully.

He became very curious, because Clara did not continue her words. In his heart he wished the girl had the same taste as him.

"Except what Clara? Don't make papa and mama curious like this dong?" Anita's impatient mistress waited for her son to say the next sentence, while shaking his hand.

"Rubber, papa is also very curious." Imbuh sir Andreas.

"Otherwise me. I'm very curious. Why hang-hanging?" Luqman muttered softly, afraid that his voice would be heard.

"Unless Luqman liked Clara, and said it first. Then Clara will certainly accept it with pleasure." The girl paused after pausing her words long enough.

"But that Clara felt was impossible. There is a great man who likes a despicable woman like me. Like a hump missed the moon." Clara again, accompanied by a small ruckus. Because realizing his fate was so poor.

Pranks!

Luqman was surprised, finally the words so eagerly awaited, slid from Clara's tiny lips. He and the girl had the same feelings, but both harbored them. Shame to reveal to the concerned.

Not only was he shocked in shock, the Clara family who were in the room was no less surprised to hear the sound of something breaking.

Luqman immediately ran away, so as not to arouse suspicion. Clara and her family rushed out to check on what had happened.

"Nobody is." They said simultaneously, while paying attention to the circumstances around. Mr. Andreas even checked further around the living room. But the result was nothing, he found nothing.

"Who broke this glass?" Madame Anita muttered curiously. While Clara was still silent while watching the broken glass scattered on the floor.

'When I lived in this house, only me and Luqman often woke up in the middle of the night to get water. So, is it possible that he dropped this glass as well? Did he hear my conversations with my parents? If it was, geez, I would be so embarrassed to meet him tomorrow.'

"Eh, it's okay, ma. Clara was only afraid that in this house there was a thief. But I don't think it's possible. Remembering in front there is already security on guard. Or it could be that security is taking drinking water while checking the state of this house. Uh, it turns out the glass that was brought down. Yes, Clara is sleepy. Let's go to bed now, pa, ma."

"Maybe it's true what you said, baby. Yeah, let's go back to each other's rooms." Papa mangosteen.

"Eh, wait. Baby, you're a good girl. Hope you get the best soul mate. We believe that." After saying that, Madam Anita smiled as she hugged Clara for a moment.

**

Now everyone has returned to their rooms. If Clara says she's sleepy, it's just a lie. In fact, until the clockwork moves the numbers, he still can not sleep.

The same thing, was also experienced by Luqman in his room. And now he was thinking of ways to convey his feelings. He realized, if too long harboring feelings can further make him tormented.

And finally until dawn, then he can fall asleep, without finding the right way to express his feelings. That's because Clara was the first woman who managed to sway her feelings.

**

A loud knock on the door made Luqman wake up.

"Clar." He muttered as he opened the door and rubbed his eyes. So that makes the woman in front of him scrunch his forehead.

"It's mama, Luqman." Mama Firda said in a slightly higher voice.

"Hhhh!" Luqman stared at his mother's face. Even his mouth looks gaping. So adorable in her mom's eyes.

"Why do you wake up and say the name Clara? Did you dream of it? And, all the time mama just this time saw your face so tangled? Don't-don't you think about it all night until you wake up late, and haven't even prayed?"

"Astaghfiullah!" Screeched Luqman while patting his eel. He soon left to get water. While Mama Firda shook her head, realizing the behavior of her son who was drunk with romance. He also circulated his gaze sweeping the room, then tidied up his son's bed that looked so messy.

**

After finishing the prayer, Luqman was surprised when he saw his mother who was sitting on the edge of his bed. The man approached and sat down beside his mother.

"If you really like Clara, say it as soon as possible. Good intentions should not be delayed. Mama already knows her past, and doesn't mind her. After all she was a good girl and did not suffer from any strange diseases." Gently Mama Firda advised her son, rubbing her hands.

"If one day people find out about Clara's past and blaspheme us, aren't you ashamed?"

"No, at all. Because God's destiny cannot be resisted. We pray, may we be given a strong shoulder to go through and get through this." Mama Firda shook her head strongly while smiling.

"Thank you, Ma." Luqman hugged his mother tightly.

"Together, baby." Mama Firda returned the hug and rubbed her son's back, which made her calm. Both of them should support each other, because they are the only family they have.