The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 23: Failed Again

Five cars have lined up neatly in the yard of Rama-Ellana's house. After all gathered, the time had now come for them to rush to the Rumana residence, which was none other than the bride-to-be who would be edited by Fakhru. After all preparing in their respective positions, the cars began to move slowly leaving the Rama-Ellana residence.

It takes about an hour to reach Rumana's residence. Although a little far away, but in no way dampen their spirit to pass this day with full of happiness. Happiness, because one of the sons of Rama-Ellana will release his bachelor.

Several boxes are ready to fill the trunk of the car. As one of the customs that must be prepared and as a form of privilege for prospective brides.

Children of sunlight that snaked between towering pine trees and filled with remnants of evaporation on the right-left of the road seemed to increasingly leave the impression of a dramatic atmosphere. The atmosphere that will accompany the pace of four-wheeled vehicles that accompany it until arriving at the Rumana residence.

"Son, we're almost at Rumana's house, but why do you still look so agitated like this?"

Ellana, who was sitting in the backseat, occasionally glanced at the look on the son's face through the rearview mirror. The woman who had entered middle age was still confused because from earlier, the son's face looked so grim. Added with the car glass on the side of Fakhru that he deliberately opened wide as if increasingly confirmed if he was struck by tightness in the chest and wanted to scoop up a lot of air to expel all the tightness that's.

That sweet smile rose on Fakhru's lips. It formed two basins in the cheekbones and displayed the young man's shag teeth. "What's your mama talking about? Fakhru is fine Ma. Is the look of happiness on Fakhru's face not visible in front of Mama's eyes?"

Sometimes the young man was heard laughing. Either it was laughing or just trying to hide everything that he felt. Although the young man tried to cover up all the immortality of his heart, but somehow in Ellana's eyes, the signal of bitterness was still clearly visible on the son's face.

Ellana rubbed the son's shoulder with tenderness. "Son, you've been in your stomach for almost nine months. And when your twin brothers choose to reach their goals by being away from you, you stay by your side. So close Mama and you are it still makes you think that Mama does not feel something that you are currently feeling?"

Fakhru was still unmoved, not letting out a word. The two eyeballs with brown beads were still staring towards the front with glaring gazes. I don't know, what was playing around in his mind that made the handsome young man seem to lose half of his consciousness.

Ellana shifted her palm to be able to reach the fingers of the son who felt so cold. He held the fingers tightly. He signaled that he would always be by the son's side. "Come on, son, say it! What's really bothering you?"

Netra Fakhru who previously linked to the atmosphere of the road in front of him, now he slide to look at the face of the mother. Again the young man only reviewed a little of his smile and tried to sigh deeply. "Fakhru was only afraid of Ma, afraid that what had already happened would be repeated. Fakhru was afraid that he would humiliate the family of papa and Mama again."

Ellana slightly glanced at the husband who was currently focusing on his steering wheel. As if understanding the meaning implied behind the glance of the eyes of the wife, Rama also occasionally stared at the face of the son intensely.

"Son, spread the beristighfar. Perhaps what you feel is one of the devil's ways to shake the fortress of your heart. Remember son, the devil is never happy when he sees humans holding sacred events as you will do later. It could be that the worry you are feeling right now is one of his deceptions."

Rama attempts to pull Fakhru's body back into the shadow of the past that once approached his life. And perhaps at this time, the shadow was again present greeting him. It is only natural that the son feels a fear. However, all Rama can do is provide moral support so that the son is no longer immersed in that fear.

"But Fakhru was afraid that this moment would repeat itself and make Papa and Mama ashamed. Really, Fakhru can't if we have to embarrass our extended family again."

Rama smiled at his smile. "Son, Papa, Mama and the rest of our extended family have never been the slightest bit ashamed of what ever happened to you. It is all because we as human beings can only plan while God determines. So don't you ever feel like you've humiliated Papa and Mom."

"Then what about the neighbors who were gossiping behind Papa and mama? Does that not make any trouble?"

Rama laughed when he heard the son's words. Apparently, this son was still busy thinking about what the neighbors said. "Son, we do something good and the bad will always get people talking. And as Papa always told you long ago, that we cannot possibly silence the mouths of those who gossip about us. All we can do is close our ears. That can mean, do not focus too much on the gossip of people who demean us. Focus only on those who are trying to make us better."

Hearing word for word that was written from the lips of the Papa, making Fakhru's heart a little airy. He who was previously filled with immortality, is now beginning to fade and be replaced with an increasingly sincere heart.

"Thank you, Pa, Ma. Thank you for Papa and also Mama is always there to strengthen Fakhru."

Rama and Ellana both nodded their heads. The smile of the sumringah also adorned the lips of the couple. "Together, Son!"

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A medium-sized table and six white tiffany chairs have been neatly arranged in front of the stage pelaminan already inlaid so beautiful. Fakhru sat opposite Ridwan who was none other than the father of Rumana who would become the guardian of marriage. While on Fakhru's side, have sat Rama, Juna, and Fakhri who will be guardians and witnesses of the male side.

The cold sweat of the young man, began to seep through the pores of the skin. The heart that had previously begun to calm down, was now again wracked by overwhelming fear. The handsome young man sighed deeply and he exhaled slowly.

Astarghfirullahazim apos... Astarghfirullahazim apos... Astarghfirullahazim apos...

Time and again Fakhru was privileged in the heart. Hoping that God will throw away all the worries of the heart that has returned to rule. If what he feels is one of Satan's deceit, then there is no place for him to take refuge other than asking for protection from Allah SWT.

"Mas Fakhru, are you ready?"

The words of the penghulu successfully spread Fakhru daydreams. The young man nodded faintly. "Yes Sir. I'm ready."

"Alright Mr. Ridwan and Fakhru mas please shake hands. We're going to direct the marriage procession."

Ridwan and Fakhru shook hands with each other.

"Brother Fakhru Miftahul Haq!"

"I!"

"I marry and marry you to my biological daughter Rumana Eka Saputri bint Ridwan Aji Saputra with a dowry a set of prayer tools paid for in cash!"

"I..... "

"Mr!"

The voice of the middle-aged woman's shout that suddenly sounded in this place, successfully slashed the qabul sentence that Fakhru would say. The people sitting around the table linked their eyes to the source of the sound.

Ridwan got up from his sitting position. "What's wrong, ma'am?"

"Rumana, Sir, Rumana!"

Ridwan slightly gasped. "What's up with Rumana, Mom? Try to speak the right thing!"

"Rumana's escaped sir! He's running out of the room!"

The words of this middle-aged woman seemed to be

the sound of lightning during the day is heard in Fakhru's sense of hearing. His heart broke again. His body instantly squeezed and he could only lower his head. Without feeling the clear grains of his eye patch fell without permission. Today, for the third time the young man failed to get married.

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