The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 9: A Urge (flashback)

What achievement feels so happy for a twenty-five year old woman? Getting a decent job with a good career achievement? Can you start investing as a material provision for the future? Have home? A luxury car or jewelry that is the result of his hard work at work? Or what exactly is getting a life companion who can be a sharing friend in various situations and conditions?

Maybe for most people, that's what they get, but not for Seroja. For Seroja it was all just a dream and wishful thinking. It was in his imagination but never once greeted his fate line.

"Mother, look! This is Seroja's first salary working in a factory. This salary Seroja gives to all Mothers!"

With a twinkle of happiness that is so obvious, Seroja enters the area in the house. Still wearing the factory uniform, the woman pulled out a white envelope containing her first paycheck. Seroja really hopes, the mother can accept the gift with gratitude.

Dahlia who was sitting on a wooden chair in this room while replying to the message received a white envelope extended by Seroja. With a quick motion, the woman who had received the title of middle-aged woman opened the envelope that was in her hand and took out the contents.

"What the fuck? The salary you get is just this amount? This is to buy less electricity tokens only!"

Dahlia throws the rupiah sheet she just pulled out of the white envelope. Yes, today for the first time, Seroja earned his first salary while working as one of the factory workers making gloves in this city.

The twenty-five-year-old woman gasped as the bills hit her face and then fell on the floor. His eyes were a little wide when sheet by sheet of money was scattered on the floor. Without thinking long, he crouched down and began to pick up the results of his hard work for one month working in the factory making these gloves.

"But Ma'am, Seroja's salary at the factory is much more than the salary Seroja received from Seroja's previous workplace. B-even this is double."

With a heart filled with wounds, Seroja picked up the scattered sheet of money. His heart seemed to beat pain when he saw the results of the sweat that he shed for the past month is getting an appreciation that is so heartbreaking like this. The woman thought that the mother would be very happy when she received the salary of almost three million, but it turned out that it was all just an expectation that was embedded in her imagination. Because in reality, Dahlia did not accept the gift of Seroja at all.

Dahlia smiled cynically, with a face full of arrogance, the middle-aged woman seemed to underestimate the results obtained by this daughter. "What can you be proud of with three million dollars? Do you think that money can meet our needs for a month? This money to buy electricity tokens alone is not enough!"

"But Ma'am for one month, our electricity consumption is not up to five hundred thousand. So the rest of the money can be for our daily needs and also the needs of Manda school."

Seroja began to rise from his squatting position. She still stood before Dahlia and tried to straighten out what her mother thought. Because for him, this salary will be enough to meet all the needs of everyday life.

"You really are bo*doh woman, Ja! With the shape of the body and face you have this should be three million money that you can get in just one night. But why did you choose the path that made it harder for you?"

Dahlia's patience was completely drained to persuade Seroja to follow her advice. Since graduating High School, the middle-aged woman every day always persuaded Seroja to be one of Laura's 'maintenance', but until the age of twenty-five this year, Seroja still shook his head. Not willing to accept the mother's proposal.

"No Ma'am, Seroja won't. Although the salary Seroja get from the factory is much less, but at least this is all a good result. Seroja wants to meet all the needs of this family in a good way."

Adhering to the principles of life that he has held until now, Seroja is completely unwilling to fulfill the mother's request to be one of Laura's 'maintenance. Despite being in this kind of environment, he always maintained the principle that in order to support his family, he had to use good ways.

Seroja slightly jolted at Dahlia's words. He realized that he was not close to his Lord by doing his duty as a servant, but as much as possible he avoided all forms of ugliness including a job that was originally offered by the mother.

Seroja shook her head softly. "No Ma'am, Seroja won't. Seroja still wants to work in a glove factory. Or if you feel less with the results that Seroja get, Seroja can return to work in laundry after Seroja returned home from the factory. So that the income Seroja get can be doubled."

Seroja is still negotiating with her mother so that the middle-aged woman no longer persuades her to become one of Laura's 'maintenance. Because whenever he did not want to drown himself into the work.

Dahlia chuckled. The corner of his lips slightly raised as if underestimating everything that Seroja said. "I didn't expect that you really bo*doh Ja. I show you an easy way to make you rich in an instant, but you do not understand at all. What are you really defending?"

"In addition to that it is something bad, Seroja also wants to maintain what Seroja has for men who will later become a life companion Seroja, Bu. Seroja does not want to disappoint the man who will later become Seroja's husband if until he finds out that something valuable that Seroja has can no longer defend Seroja."

"Hahaha haahaa what kind of nonsense is Ja! Your way of life has put you in a dirty place like this, which means you also have to go with the flow of the job!" Dahlia got up from her sitting position intending to return to the room. "I would never have acknowledged you as a child, if you couldn't give me a ration of money that's so much more than your salary. And one more. If you still want me to think of you as a child, come with me tomorrow night to see Laura."

Seroja. "But Ma'am..."

"Close your mouth Ja! I don't want to hear any excuses from your mouth. Tomorrow night, you should come with me to meet Laura!"

Dahlia's body passed leaving Seroja who was still standing glued and stunned to hear everything coming out of her lips. Seroja's body joints instantly felt so limp. He could not imagine what would happen tomorrow night when he met Laura. Could tomorrow night be the beginning of the destruction of his life? By being a woman of the night?

Dark shadows become night women wandering in Seroja's brain. The corner of his heart seemed to be slashed by a sharp knife that made the pain ripple through his body. The woman's body shook violently with tears streaming down from the window of her heart. He hugged the white envelope containing his first salary. He thought the mother would be happy with what he had offered in the form of rupiah which was the result of his sweat. But in fact, all in vain, the mother actually underestimated what she had given.

Seroja's mind wandered freely when he remembered what was said from the lips of the woman he loved the most. And one big question filled his head and heart space that seemed to gnaw more and more on his soul power to tread the path of life written for him. Does a mother have the heart to push her child into such a black and dark abyss?

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Flashback again yes Kak.. hihihihi 🤗🤗 for some parts in the future I will present about Seroja life in the past. In this part we can draw the conclusion that Seroja actually has a strong principle of life in maintaining his honor. So what exactly did that woman experience to become a mistress?

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