The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 12: Tortured Inner (flashback)

"Basic child does not know it is lucky!"

"Aaahhhh .. Sick Mom!"

Seroja screamed in pain as her hair was pulled back by Dahlia. After successfully escaping the clutches of the man who would become his first customer, the woman brought her body back home. Home, that one word is what Seroja wants when her body feels so shackled in the cursed hotel room.

"A little more you can go home with a wad of money given by your customers, but you actually run away empty-handed? Really bo*doh you Ja!"

"Mother ... hurts!"

The house expected by Seroja will be the most comfortable place to recover all the lara that tore his fragile soul, just the opposite he found. Arriving in front of the house, the mother actually welcomed his return with a reddened look, filled with anger.

Dahlia seems increasingly involved in pulling Seroja's hair. Her face was already very terrible like a lioness who was disturbed by her calmness.

"It's the result if you never want to listen to what I say. I have opened a path that will lead you into a life filled with luxury, but why are you wasting it, huh?!"

"Seroja doesn't want to be a woman of the night, Mom! Seroja doesn't want to! It all goes against what is the principle of Seroja life!"

"Personality with the principle of life that will never make you full and live in a state of adequacy Ja. Really bo*doh you!"

Bugs!!

Dahlia pushes Seroja's body to the point of making her fall on the floor. With pride, Dahlia stood in front of Seroja who was sitting on the floor.

"I don't want to know. Tomorrow, you should go back to meet Laura and ask for this job you've wasted!"

Dahlia turned her heels and swung her legs to leave Seroja still on the floor. Without compassion, he left the woman full of wounds that were currently drooping weakly on the floor. With a sigh, he entered into his private room.

Seroja stared at Dahlia's back nanar who increasingly disappeared behind the room gordyn. He rested his head on the surface of the door leaf while looking towards the front with a look of nyalang and glare. Again, a lump of flesh in his body was torn apart by what the mother had given him. The house that should be a place to shelter from the bitterness of the world presented out there, it becomes a place that is almost the same as the crust of hell.

Burned his bones. Gnawing at his soul power and extinguishing the light of love that he should have gotten. Seroja's lips trembled with melted tears that began to flow from the window of her heart. The clear crystal that he had once held so as not to drip in front of his mother, now spilled like he had spilled all the pain he felt.

He roared again with tears full of wounds that were so rushing down his cheeks. Many times he hit his chest as a signal to drive away the pain that so rained down on the soul. His brain also seemed dead-end, with whom he had to share the pain he was currently feeling. And this silent door leaf was like a witness to how deeply the wound felt.

"Seroy!"

Seroja's cry stopped as the soft voice of a little girl began to seep into her sense of hearing. He dribbled his eyes and the two netrely caught the shadow of the little girl in her hello kitty pajamas walking slowly towards him.

Gegas, Seroja wiped the tears that wet the cheeks and slightly singed the rest of the sweet smile that he still had in between the hearts that still felt. "Alamanda?"

The small body of Alamanda poured into the arms of Seroja who was still sitting on the floor. The little girl also nodded. "Seroday Why are you crying? Did you scold Seroja?"

Full of innocence Alamanda questioned what is being experienced by this brother. The mother's voice with high intonation successfully made the six-year-old little girl awake from the cradle of her dreams. And in the end he got the body of the older brother already drooping weakly in front of the entrance with the endless roar of tears flowing.

A bitter smile was painted on Seroja's lips which were still slightly shaking. He shook his head slowly. "Not Dear .. Mother did not scold Seroja at all."

"But why is Seroja crying?"

"This-this Brother is not crying, dear. Brother just flickering."

Still adorned with Alamanda's small body, Seroja tried to act as calm as possible despite the sobs as if he still wanted to get out. This is what Alamanda is like. The little girl was always sensitive to circumstances that in her eyes looked unusual.

Alamanda parsed his little embrace. It's a face of Seroja who is still covered by tears with a gaze full of shade. Alamanda hands outstretched to gently rub the cheeks of his beloved sister.

"Don't cry Seroja. If Big Brother cries, Manda will be sad too. We're resting in the room, brother."

Haru's taste slowly slipped into Seroja's heart niche. The small attention given by the sister, in fact, can throw a little bit of inner pain that he is feeling. Alamanda's small body, in fact, can be a backrest that feels increasingly strengthening the soul.

"We entered the room, brother. Seroja's brother should rest."

Seroja's head nodded slowly. The smile on his lips grew even more when the bead of the woman's eyes stared at the tiny face of the sister who emitted a bright twinkle of love. He only realized that in this place, he still had a little angel who could replace the wings in his body that had been broken.

"Thank you, darling."

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"I'm so happy to see you back at the house, baby!"

Carrying a cup of black coffee, Dahlia landed her butt in a wooden chair on the terrace. This morning the middle-aged woman's mood seemed to be filled with flowers of happiness because the husband had come home.

The thirty-seven-year-old man grabbed the small cup that Dahlia had previously brought him. Slowly, he began to sip the black coffee that was still filled with that puff of smoke.

"My work is done, Ma. So for a while, I'll use this opportunity to take a break, before the foreman at my place of work calls me back to work on a new project."

Ajisaka, a man who has been present for several years in the life of Dahlia. Previously they were reunited when Ajisaka became one of Dahlia's customers and in the end they fell in love with each other.

The man was younger than Dahlia. Although younger, the fact that the presence of the man is able to make Dahlia love to die to him. The man works on a building project outside the city, and once a month, he can only go home.

"Dad!"

Alamanda squealed with excitement as the figure of the man she longed for was present before her eyes. The girl rushed into the arms of the father to forget the longing.

"Hemmmm Dad's son is grown. You're not in school today?"

Alamanda. "No Dad. Manda's on vacation."

The father, mother and son were getting more and more dissolved in the warmth created. Like a happy family who is giving up longing because the man who became the backbone, returned home.

"Mother, Seroja is leaving for the factory first!"

Ajisaka, Dahlia and Alamanda's small talk was interrupted when Seroja came out of the room. With the typical uniform of a factory employee, the woman prepared to go to work.

Seroja stretched out her hand intending to shake hands with her mother. But unfortunately a thousand dear, the woman brushed off Seroja's hand.

"No need to shake hands with me. Because after all, I will never consider you a child, before you return to Laura."

Seroja only smiled wryly when his good intentions asked permission to the mother actually get a rejection. "Alright Ma. Seroja leaves first." Seroja turned his gaze towards the younger brother who was in Ajisaka's lap. "Darling, Brother left first."

"Yes Brother. Seroja be careful."

Seroja smiled towards Ajisaka by commenting on her slight smile. "Come Sir. I'm leaving first."

Ajisaka was amazed to look at the body of this beautiful woman standing before him. A smile appeared on the man's lips. "Oh yeah, Careful Ja!"

Seroja brought his body to leave this terrace. Eagerly, the woman began her day to work as one of the factory workers.

Where have I been until I realized that there is a beautiful woman in this house. Ahhh .. It seems that the woman's body is much more delicious for me to enjoy than this mother.

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