The Light of Love for Seroja
Prologues

Lembayung dusk began to greet. Refracting orange color in the western horizon that looks so charming. The parents of the sparrows begin to flap their wings to return to the nest. He filled his beak with food and was ready to give his children who had waited in hope to fill their stomachs soon.

The atmosphere of the mosque garden seems so crowded with small children who have just finished following learning to read and write the Qur'an. A sight that looks so soothing to the eyes. Look at the young generations who will become Caliphs on this earth. Of course with the guidance of Ammar Ma'aruf Nahi Munkar who will make them the generations of heaven.

Seroja bastard.... Seroja bastard.... No father... No father.....

"Hiks... Hix... Hix... Why are you guys so mean to me?"

In between the boisterous laughter of the children, there was a voice that sounded so deafening. A voice that managed to make the attention of a small man who was buying cilor in the brothers of the seller turned to the direction of the source of the sound. His forehead shriveled when his tail caught a little girl who was being mobbed by male friends his age while being mocked.

It was not only the crowd of his friends that made the little man gasp. The position of the little girl who was crouching, hugging her knees while covering both ears seemed to make her conscience a little disturbed. The little man who had a heart so soft that it descended from the mother, making his eyes too warm.

"Den Fakhru, this is the cilor!" said Abang a cilor seller while giving the food he sold to a small man named Fakhru.

Fakhru received the cilor with a sparkling face because this is one of his favorite snacks. "Thank you very much Bang." Fakhru reached into the pocket of the koko shirt he was wearing. "This is Bang's money!"

"Thank you very much Den!"

Fakhru. "Together Bang!"

After the cilor order he ordered was finished, Fakhru's gurgle followed the little girl who was being made fun of by her male friends. What a sight to tear for anyone who happens to see it. No exception Fakhru, the little man also felt sorry to see the little girl who did not know anything was made fun of by friends who had no mercy at all.

"Hey stop! What are you guys doing? Why did you make Seroja cry?"

Fakhru barged into the crowd of his friends. Although his body was still very small, he did not feel any fear at all dealing with friends this age. Dashingly, he tried to protect the little girl who was cowering, and buried her face between her thighs. The girl was crying there.

One of Fakhru's friends who was slightly fattened looked up. "Fakhru, this Seroja has no father. So we're not friends with Seroja."

"The Betul is Fakhru. My mother said, Seroja is an illegitimate child, so we must not be friends with Seroja. Later can be unlucky." timpal one of the children who was a little thin and tall.

Fakhru could only scatter. The little man of the couple Rama Gilang Pradana and Ellana Alessia Safaraz Ismail was really not understood by the intention of the illegitimate child thrown by this friend. "Once you go. And don't bother Seroja anymore! If you still bother Seroja, you will come face to face with me!"

Not only has a soft heart, the brave soul of the father also declined to the little man. Like his idol, Umar bin Khattab RA, Fakhru also wanted to have a soft heart and was also respected by his enemies because of the courage he had.

"Huh you don't believe what we said Ru? You will definitely be hit by misfortune because you are friends with an illegitimate child," said one-year-old boy above Fakhru.

Fakhru just shook his head. He was too small to digest his friend's words. "No misfortune will befall me just because I'm friends with Seroja. It is precisely you who will be recorded by the angel of God as bad children, because you have made Seroja cry!"

Fakhru said with high confidence and without fear at all. Hearing Fakhru's words, the horde of boys began to leave Seroja still sobbing. Fakhru approached Seroja and gave him the tissue he had just picked up from his bag.

"Wear this to wipe your tears, Seroja. And don't cry anymore!" fakhru said as he held out a tissue towards his little friend.

The little girl who did not fully understand about life received the tissue that Fakhru had handed out. "Why don't you make fun of me, Ru? Didn't you say, you'll be hit by bad luck if you get close to me?"

Fakhru only commented on her slight smile. "I don't even understand what they're saying. So I'm not scared." Fakhru opened the clear plastic bag he had in his hand. "This is for you, Seroja!"

Seroja stared at the cross-purpose of the parcel given by Fakhru. "This is what Ru?"

"Cilor. I just bought cilor at the salesman's brother for my sisters. Because I bought a lot, the brother of the seller gave a bonus, and this bonus is for you, Seroja. Accept it!"

The little girl's hand was stretched out to accept Fakhru's gift. A sweet smile rose on the little girl's lips. "Thank you Fakhru. You and your twin brothers are good. Because only you guys want to be friends with me."

"Isn't that what our ustadz brothers taught us? That we should be friends with anyone and not discriminate?"

Seroja lowered her face. "But I'm different from you. I-I don't have a father, Ru."

The girl returned crying. The age of just five years was still very unable to make him understand about the life he lived. The absence of the presence of a father figure who always triggers him to be made fun of and treated differently.

"Your father must be there, Seroja. Maybe your father was working somewhere far away. And make you unable to meet your father."

The girl just shook her head slowly. "I really don't know Ru." Slowly, he wiped the tears that flowed from his clear well. "I don't know how to deal with friends who make fun of me. I don't know how to!"

Fakhru commented on the sweet smile on his lips. "Our father and mother did not have enough hands to silence the mouths of those who made fun of us. But we have two hands to cover our ears. So all you need to do is cover your ears, Seroja." Fakhru stretched out his hand, intending to help Seroja to stand up from her squatting position. "Here, don't cry anymore Seroja. Let's go home. Soon the Maghrib Adhan will soon reverberate. Your mother must have been waiting for you at home."

Seroja rubbed the remains of her tears. The girl tried to smile even though it was only a bitter smile that she could show. "Thank you very much Fakhru. Only you and your sisters are the best friends I have."

Fakhru nodded while commenting on his slight smile. "Sama-sama Seroja's. Don't be sad anymore. We'll be friends forever."

The five-year-old children walked away from the mosque. After the clear lights flowed from Seroja's eyes, now there was only a laugh that rose on the little girl's lips. Certainly when Fakhru tried to entertain his little friend with funny stories coming out of his lips.

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The night began to come before leaving a thick atmosphere around. The goddess of the night chose to hide behind the clouds. Reluctant to show his face and increase the sky looks more and more somber.

Cloudy clouds are clearly visible. With all the strength he had, he tried to hold back the drops of water in his stomach. But dear thousand darling. Apparently he could not help but drop the drops of sky water, and he chose to spit out everything contained in his stomach.

Prangs.... Prangs... And prang!!!!

"Women's basis *******! How dare you bother my husband. Because a ja*lang like you makes my husband not remember the way home!"

"Preasure your mouth. If anyone is to blame, then you are guilty because you cannot look after your husband. So that he dares to cheat behind your back!"

The two women who were feuding made Seroja only able to crouch behind the bedroom door by hugging her knees while covering both ears. The little girl's body seemed to tremble at the sound of every scream that came from the lips of the mother and with who knows. Not just screaming. All the items in the living room also seemed to be the remains of the two women. They throw at each other whatever is there to cause a rowdy atmosphere.

Even though the rain fell so heavily at night, in fact the sky water that clashed loudly with a precarious voice, could not at all dampen the cries of the two women who were at odds. The cry of the two successfully made the neighbors flocked to the house used to clash the mouth.

"Mama.... What's in Seroja's house? Why does it sound so loud?"

Fakhru, who had previously been sound in the cradle of his dreams, immediately woke up when he heard the noise of goods being thrown and also two people who were screaming. Seroja house which is only a few meters from the house of Fakhru, became the trigger for the wake of the little man from the cradle of his dream because the screams sounded increasingly blaring.

The little man entered my room and his mother tried to figure out what had happened. Rama and Ellana, who were preparing to rest their bodies, immediately gave up their intentions when the son entered the room.

"Papa doesn't know what happened at Seroja's house either, honey. Fakhru better go back to the room to rest huh."

Rama tried to answer what the son was questioning. With tenderness the man who was almost entering middle age gave understanding to the son so that he did not think too much about what was happening in the Seroja residence. But in vain when the son shook his head as a sign that he wanted to know what his little friend was going through.

"No Papa... Fakhru wants to go to Seroja's house. Seroja must be scared."

"But Son...."

"Papa, take Fakhru to Seroja's house. Fakhru promised to be willing to enter the boarding school, provided that Papa brought Fakhru to Seroja's house."

Regardless of who the declining nature of whom, the five-year-old little man was already good at negotiating with the papa. To be able to visit his little friend's house, the little man decided to accept the wishes of papa Rama and mama Ellana for them to enter the boarding school. This is what makes the hearts of Rama and Ellana slightly pinched.

The little body of the son to carry into his lap. He gently rubbed this jet-black rikma of his son. "What makes Fakhru so eager to visit Seroja's house? It was dark and the rain was falling so hard?"

Without permission, the clear grain from the little man's eye patch just got away. The breath looks irregular as if storing a feeling of tightness in the chest. Ellana grew increasingly gasp at the body language that was revealed by her son. The woman's hand was also stretched out to caress the son's back.

"Honey, what exactly is Fakhru feeling? Why did your son suddenly cry like this?"

Staring at the brown bead that was wrapped in clear circles around her, Ellana tried to find out what really happened to her son. Among his three children, Fakhru's heart was the softest. The little man was easily touched by what was happening around him. Gently, Ellana tried to wipe the clear crystals that began to slide one by one from her son's eye patch.

"Fakhru just wants to see Seroja, Mama. Since at the mosque this afternoon, Seroja has been made sad and crying by other friends. Fakhru wants to see that Seroja is fine."

Rama and Ellana looked at each other. The language of the heart both seemed to speak equally that they would fulfill the request of the son. And the couple both nodded their heads.

"All right, we're going to Seroja's house, baby. But before we get there, Fakhru picks up the sweater first because the air out there is so cold."

The speech of the father was like a glimmer of happiness that suddenly clutched tightly in his body. The two eyeballs belonging to the little man who was previously covered in a fog of grief are now gradually shining like the morning sun that began to shine in the eastern horizon. The remains of those tears slowly. "Certainly Papa? Papa will take Fakhru to Seroja's house?"

"Yes Nak. Let's quickly grab a sweater in Fakhru's room, then we go to Seroja's house."

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Brakkk!!!

"Go from this place! Your existence will only be a way for the people of this village to get a punishment from Allah. An adulterer who would definitely bring disaster in this place!"

A large bag containing clothes was thrown violently on the porch by a woman who had been the interlocutor of Seroja's mother. The woman seemed to have been filled with the flames of anger that scorched her entire senses so that she was not ashamed that what she was doing had become the center of attention of the neighbors.

After throwing the bag containing the clothes, the woman forcefully grabbed the hair of Seroja's mother to make her scream in pain.

"Aaaahhh.... Release!"

As if not concerned at all with the cry of Seroja's mother, the woman was getting stronger and squeezing the hair of a woman her age.

"Fathers, Mothers, look at this woman! This woman in addition to being the snatch of people's husbands, she was also an adulteress who peddled her body to the striped man out there."

"Mrs, please stop! If there really is a problem that occurs between you and Dahlia's mother, please resolve it carefully. Not with a commotion like this!"

Rama, holding the little body of the son, tried to extinguish the fire of the woman's anger that was burning in the woman before him. But unfortunately a thousand dear, what is said by Rama is only considered as the last wind.

The woman's gaze wandered around. With a pongah he joked in front of the crowd that surrounded this Seroja house. "That's impossible for me to do, sir. Solving problems with women pela*cur like this can not be done properly. The Fathers and Mothers did not want to make this place subject to the torment of God, did they? So let's get rid of this woman!"

Rama gasped to hear this woman's words. How can a fellow human being be a judge for another human being of a wrong that has been done? He positioned himself like a God who had the right to decide to give a reply. While the other neighbors just throw views and silence do not give any response.

"Mom please, solve this problem well. Poor Dahlia's mother's daughter who might be scared in there!"

"I don't care sir! I want this woman to leave this place immediately!"

Hearing the father say the words of the daughter of Dahlia's mother, Fakhru's small body spring slumped from the sling of the father. The little man remembered that he had forced his father to accompany him here because of Seroja.

"Son, where are you going?" rama said when the son's feet had stood perfectly on the wet ground because of the rain.

"Fakhru wants to go inside looking for Seroja, Papa. Seroja must be scared!"

His little feet stepped up to enter the house of his little friend. He was a little surprised because the state of Seroja's house was already a mess like being hit by a big storm. The house feels cold and quiet making it easier for Fakhru's sense of hearing to catch a sobbing sound in one of the rooms of this house.

"Seroja!"

The little girl's head looked up. "Fakhru!"

Fakhru approached towards this little friend of his. He aligned his height with Seroja, crouching in front of him. "Are you okay?"

Seroja shook her head slowly. "I'm scared, Fakhru. I'm scared!"

The little girl's body and lips seemed to tremble as if they were being ambushed by such a stark fear. That's what makes Fakhru's heart full and fierce, he hugged the body of his little friend.

"Don't be afraid, everything will be fine Seroja!"

Like hugging his own sister, Fakhru tried to provide a calmness for this little girl. Although he could not lie if his heart was also torn to see Seroja in a heartbreaking state.

"Fakhru, what is pela*cur? Aunty said that mother was a pela*cur."

"Don't listen to the words of the adult Seroja. That is not our business at all!"

"But..."

"Seroja, let's get the hell out of this place!"

The mother's sudden voice rang out, making the two little children slightly surprised. Fakhru broke his embrace from Seroja's body and linked his gaze towards the source of the voice.

"Mother? Where are we going?"

Really, the little girl was so confused by what she was going through tonight. With a sudden commotion in her residence and the mother suddenly asked her to leave.

Dahlia approached the princess and pulled her little hand by force. And now Seroja's position stands perfectly, facing directly with the mother. "Don't ask too many questions. Just follow where you're taking you!"

"Tante, don't be so rude to Seroja. He must be in pain!"

"Don't interfere hey little boy. You don't know shit. And you better get out of this place!" Dahlia again pulled Seroja's hand and began to step foot to leave this place.

"Aunty wait!"

Fakhru's shout successfully made Dahlia stop her footsteps. The woman turned her body. "What more do you want Fakhru? Hurry up after your papa than you waste the time I have for nothing."

The son of the couple Rama Gilang Pradana and Ellana Safaraz Ismail did not comment on Dahlia's remarks. With sharp eyes but felt so soothing, he looked at the two eye beads belonging to Seroja.

"Seroja's... Are you going to come back here?"

The little girl shook her head slowly while trying to remove the remains of her tears. "I don't know Fakhru!"

"One more week I'm going to have my sixth birthday, can you come?"

Seroja seemed to think for a moment, but the girl was stubbornly nodding her head. "I must have come Fakhru!"

Fakhru smiled knot. He reached into his pants pocket and took something from inside. "This is for you Seroja. Use this when you feel sad or scared. Grandpa Juna said, this will make your heart always calm and never feel afraid."

A small clear white prayer beads, Fakhru stretched towards Seroja. The white prayer beads came from Fakhru's hands and a smile rose on his little lips. "Thank you very much Fakhru. You are the best friend I have. I hope one day we can meet again!"

Knowing the child was finished with his conversation with Fakhru, Dahlia again pulled Seroja's arm. The mother and son came out of the house and began to walk through the torrential rainwater to leave this place immediately.

From behind the window, Fakhru stared at Seroja's body nanar which slowly began to disappear into the night. Again, a drop of the clear crystal again escaped from his eye fertilizer without excuse.

"Protect Seroja, O Allah..."

"We're going home, son!"

"Papa.... Seroja's...."

Rama holds Fakhru's small body into his arms. He rubbed the son's back to transfer calmness and comfort. "God is the best protector, baby.... Inshaallah, Allah will protect Seroja... As Fakhru said..."

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Assalamualaikum dear readers.... Finally met again with the author of this squash skin... Hihi... How's prologue? Long one? Hopefully not too boring, brother...

For this novel, I did a little differently. Because I will present two lives (the lives of Seroja and Fakhru) that will be the way to meet them again. Hope it doesn't confuse you, brother...

As in the front synopsis, that the main character in this novel (Seroja) is not a perfect figure. Quite the contrary, there are many reproaches from inside the woman. The novel is about a slightly complex life. It is not only about love for one's fellow man but also love for his Lord. About the repentance of a sinner and about a sinner who seeks to take what is guidance.

Hopefully through this writing there is one wisdom that can be taken huh Kak..😘😘😘

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