Wild Roses For Luqman

20. For the umpteenth time

Everyone went back to their rooms, including the rose.

Inside the room, he once again jumped in excitement. Because he got a lot of gifts from his employer.

"If this is the way, I become a spirit of repentance. I will no longer do that disgusting thing. Yok Roses, you certainly can." said the Rose, stirring up his own spirit.

After chattering alone for quite a while, Rose slowly closed her eyes. The clothes he tried earlier, now he hugged like bolsters.

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The next day, the rose woke up, hearing a deafening noise.

His head was wobbly, looking for the whereabouts of the thing. And finally he found out that, the sound came from a cellphone under the pile of new clothes.

The girl was trying to remember how to turn off her alarm.

"Yeah, it worked!" pekiknya happy, when managed to stop the loud noise of the flat object.

"If every day I hear a noise like this only, guaranteed not to wake up bad luck."

After muttering while making sure his appearance was neat, he exited the room to continue his work as usual.

The first thing he did was wash his clothes. Neither his master's clothes, nor his own. Because that shirt has filled the shit basket.

He put all the dirty clothes in the washing machine. After that, he turned the button on.

While waiting for the laundry to be clean, he did another job. It sucks up dust.

Long enough he did the job, to make him forget if he was washing dirty clothes.

The dusting task is complete. He put the device back in the warehouse.

Hearing a loud voice, he immediately remembered that he was washing. He rushed to the washing machine. Then shut off the engine.

"Argh...." Roses screamed hysterically, as they took one piece of clothing from inside the washing machine.

"What's up, Rose?" the owner of the soft voice asked the Rose. Who else if not Luqman.

The man was playing in the corner of the room. But when he heard the deafening sound of the Rose's cry, he immediately stopped his activity, and ran to find the origin of the sound.

Luqman found the Rose in the kitchen close to the washing machine. Then he approached her and once again asked what had happened.

"What's up, Rose? Why are you quiet?"

However, he did not seem to have to wait for the Rose's answer. For the umpteenth time he had to swallow a bitter pill. Again his clothes were broken by the Roses. The light blue shirt has now been torn in parts.

Then, will Luqman remain patient in the face of the behavior of his new assistant? Or will you just give up. Because it turns out to maintain it is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. It takes extra patience.

The Rose trembled when she heard Luqman's voice.

"M-Mas." The sound of a rose is like being stuck in the esophagus.

"Ma-Rose, not intentionally. Rose is ready to accept punishment. But, not the heavy ones, mas. The burden of the rose is heavy. Especially weight."

Luqman knew that the face of the Rose was implying great fear. But somehow, there were words that made her laugh. The girl said it unintentionally.

"Why can his shirt be torn like that? How do you wash?" asked Luqman in a voice that remained soft, after being silent for a few minutes.

The rose also told me about the way she was washing, Luqman. The man was bearded, then went back to explain to the girl beside him.

"Maybe I mostly eat illegal money. So yes you see, his brain is slow bin slow if you catch a lesson." lamented the desperate Rose.

Luqman heard it as well. The girl in front of him was completely innocent.

"That which passes let it pass. In the future, as long as you are here, in shaa Allah it will not happen again. I'll give you a living from the lawful money."

"Why? Does that mean we're getting married?" The rose raised its head to look at its master with a wide smile.

"Eh, mom-it's not like that I mean. Salaries. Yeah, I mean I'm gonna give you a salary for good money."

"Well." yeah." The rose lowered its head again, looking disappointed.

"Luqman, Rose. Why are you guys staring at each other? What's up?" the voice of Mama Firda surprised the two.

The rose again tensed up, seeing mama Firda walking over to her. Then he hid behind Luqman.

"What's wrong?" mama Firda repeated her question while frowning.

"Ma, the science of patience is indeed difficult to apply. Only certain people can do it. Luqman hopes that you can be patient for what our house assistant has done. All damage, Luqman will replace."

"Luqmann. You mean what the hell?" mom raised the corner of her lips.

"Look at yourself, ma." Luqman pointed at the pile of clothes that were in the basket.

Mama Firda followed the direction of her son's index finger, then lifted the shirt one piece, and stretched it out. His eyes were round and his mouth was open.

"Roses!" his screeches.