The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 24: A Wounded Heart

The sky was clouded overcast as the young man's body decayed on the side of the bed. He sat on the floor with his head down and tears that have not dried up. They were still struggling spoiled, decorating the window of the young man's heart that increasingly looked swollen.

The raga, which was previously adorned by happy buds, is now switched by lara for the third time. It stabbed his heart, tore apart a lump of lifeless flesh within his body and weakened his soul force. Crumpled, the sturdy bones that supported the sturdy body of the young man, now crumpled dimly, until the solace was more perfectly gnawing and paralyzing the toughness of his soul.

The body that was gnawed by the wound, he stood up from his previous position. He took it to step onto the balcony of the room. The head that previously felt heavy and continued to look down like it was being wracked by a heavy burden, he was forced to look up. And, only the gloomy sky was filled with hordes of black clouds in the form of sheep feathers that wrapped his might.

A drop of sky water began to fall one by one coupled with clear crystals that returned to flow rapidly from the frame of the net with the man's chocolate bead. The more he looked at this gloomy sky, the more he felt a deep tremble in his mind. He felt, this expanse of black sky was the same as the dense streak of fate ink that seemed to still want to play around with him.

At the age of twenty-five, the handsome shaleh boy would almost never marry a girl he knew in one of the weekly assemblies he attended. The application has been prepared perfectly. But when he and his entourage arrived at the girl's house, God called her to return to His lap.

Trying to be sincere and resigned by re-opening the heart for another woman, at the age of twenty-six years, the young man tried to intertwine ta'aruf with a girl who was the daughter of one of the ustadz he also knew in the assembly he often attended. However, again the mist of sorrow greeted again. Three days before the wedding, the girl suddenly canceled the young man's proposal.

Twice failed to marry, did not at all dismiss all the prejudices of Fakhru Miftahul Haq to his Rabb. He always believed that what God had outlined must be the best thing for him. At the age of twenty-seven, he was in a relationship with Rumana. From the introduction process, the application, everything went smoothly. But it turns out, precisely on the day H, God again tested it. Today's wedding failed after Rumana ran away and chose to go with her ex-lover.

Fakhru inhaled a deep breath of air and he exhaled slowly. Decompose the tightness wrapped around each pulse. Test after exam which for three consecutive years hit him, was in fact able to drown the twinkle of happiness in the frame of his beautiful face.

"God .. Is there really no woman that You have prepared for me in this world? A woman who will be a place to pour out all the affection I have in a kosher bond?"

Fakhru again let out a rough breath. The heart's excitement feels so overwhelming. "Am I not Your servant whom You love? So that not one bit You give me a chance to taste the meaning of happiness by editing a woman?"

The young man was busy monologuing. Trying to let go of all burdens by pouring out what is held in the heart.

The middle-aged woman who had been standing in the doorway of the son's room, could only stare at his son's back with a pushy look. It did not cross his mind at all, that one of his children was again hit by a wave of tests like this.

The feeling of tightness also did not escape hit the chunks of heart in his body. To push the points of springs that are ready to flow down the frame of the face that still looks ayu at the age that has entered this half century.

"Son... "

Strengthening her heart to try to be a backup for the son, Ellana stepped foot closer to Fakhru's sturdy body. The hand that gently rubbed the back of the son, successfully made Fakhru gasp for an instant.

"Mama.... "

Fakhru's voice seemed to be stuck in the throat. His lips trembled adorned by a breath that sounded so hunting. There was nothing he could do but throw his body into the arms of his mother.

"Why did this happen to Fakhru again, Ma? What is Fakhru's fault that God's destiny is so toying with Fakhru like this? Is Fakhru not a servant loved by God? So that God would give a test like this?"

Ellana rubbed Fakhru's back with tenderness. Today's incident also helped make her heart as a mother torn. It even shattered into pieces that became a shred of wound at the bottom of his heart.

Is that how Rumana, the girl who was always nice to her family, did all this? His good temperament, smooth and soft words are precisely the deeper wounds in the hearts of his entire extended family. Never did he think that behind such a near-perfect body, the woman had such a great secret. The secret of the heart, that he is still entangled by the love of the former.

"Son, this test is not a sign that God does not love you. Precisely because God loves you, He gives this test. He wants to know how sincerely you've been through this."

"But why do the soul mate test always befalls Fakhru, Ma? Why did God never give Fakhru the opportunity to taste that happiness?"

The tears of the wound were increasingly rushing from the windows of the heart belonging to this twenty-seven year old youth. No longer able to be contained. It just flooded his face more and more.

Ellana tried to sigh deeply. Truly, right now he also felt what fragility was. However, desperately the middle-aged woman tried to remain steadfast in order to become a backstop for the son.

"Son, what you think is good is not necessarily good according to God. Rest assured, that what you experience today is a good thing that God has chosen for you."

Ellana broke her little hug. Until now clearly, he can see the face of the son who is still wrapped by the fog of grief. His fingers rubbed the remains of the tears and tried to give the sweetest smile he had as a reinforcement of the fragility of the heart he was feeling.

"Today God shows you that Rumana is not a good woman to be your companion. Believe that God has prepared the best soul mate that will be your place to pour out all the love that you have and that you will hold hands to be together toward jannah."

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