The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 25: Making friends?

In a park in the corner of the city, Seroja with a navy dress appears to be sitting on a park bench made of concrete. His right hand held a medium-sized cup containing apple juice and he inhaled using a white straw to enjoy the freshness of the apple juice. The esophagus that was previously dry during the day that felt a little hot than usual, now began to be flowed by the freshness of apple cider in the cup.

In front of the eyes Seroja presented a stretch of orange amaryllis flowers that appear soothing to the eyes. They bloom together as if to show the world that the earth is now more and more dazzling with its presence.

"Seroja Bak!"

The soft sounding sound waves spread to Seroja's sense of hearing, making the woman vehemently turn her head towards the source of the sound. Seen, a woman who was also wearing a yellow knee-length dress slightly ran up to him by holding two small children who were around five years old.

"Sir Rosmala!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I came here late. This was Runa and Roni a little fussy on the road. Understand that five-year-olds like this are more often fussy."

To land his butt on the park bench that is still empty and his two children, Rosmala felt a little unwell because it was a little late to meet Seroja from the appointed time. He took a tissue from his bag and began wiping the sweat that was seeping on his forehead.

"It's okay, Ma'am. I haven't been here long either." Seroja shifted her gaze towards the two little children in this blue sea-colored uniform. "Rosmala's sister's son?"

Seroja was a little curious about the two figures of a small child who had a face almost similar. Although they were both male and female, but the faces of the two were completely similar. Similar to Randy.

"Yes, my son is a twin. The woman named Runa and the man named Roni." Rosmala grabbed the hands of both of her children. "Let's love, acquaintance used to be with aunt Seroja."

The twins according to. They extended their hands towards Seroja.

"I'm Runa, Auntie!"

"I'm Roni, Auntie!"

A smile rises on Seroja's lips. For some reason whenever he interacted with little children like this, his heart was always filled with happiness.

"Hallo Runa, hello Roni! Well, Runa and Roni look handsome and pretty huh. What class is it now, honey?"

Seroja rubbed Runa and Roni's head gently. Really in his eyes, this pair of twins looks very adorable. Their cheeks are chubby. It really makes them feel like they have their own charm.

"We're a little zero class, Auntie." Roni leaned her body towards Runa. "Runa, Runa, try to close your head!"

Roni's twin according to. Before long the twin brother whispered in his ear.

Seroja and Rosmala just throw views when they see a pair of twins whispering. Both foreheads are shriveled, not understanding what these twins are doing.

"Darling, what are you talking about? Why whisper like that?"

Rosmala could not help but ask. As a mother, the woman was so curious about what became the whisper of her children.

"Mama, aunt Seroja is beautiful!" chirp Roni directly at the main point.

As if agreeing with what was said by Roni, Runa also nodded her head. "Yes right, Aunt Seroja is beautiful. Her hair is beautiful too. Runa if it's big wants to be like aunty Seroja!"

Don't aspire like Auntie, son. This aunt is not a good woman. Even Aunty is a woman who has ruined the happiness you have.

A bitter smile appeared on Seroja's lips. He rubbed the little girl's head. "Runa is beautiful too. Auntie, Runa doesn't have to be like Auntie. Because, Runa already had her own beauty. It could even be that after adulthood, Runa's face is much prettier than Auntie."

"Oh yeah? Is it really like that, Auntie?"

Seroja nodded his head. "Certainly true, darling. Runa doesn't have to be like Auntie. Because actually, Runa is also beautiful since she was born into the world."

Rosmala who heard the conversation of the child with the woman who became his new friend can only smile knot. He put his eyes on Seroja. "It turns out that this Seroja beauty is really real huh. Look, even my children both praise the beauty of Seroja. I'm so envious of the beauty you have."

Seroja chuckled softly at the words of the wife of the man who had married her under his hands. "Bak Rosmala need not be envious. Because Rosmala actually has a very beautiful face."

Rosmala let out a slightly rough breath. The eyes that had previously focused on the face of the adult woman before him, now he shifted in any direction with a glaring gaze. "Why, I don't feel pretty anymore. It's not without reason. I feel that my husband is changing a little. And that's all that makes me think that I'm not beautiful anymore."

Talking about Rosmala's husband who was none other than her husband, made Seroja slightly gasp. His heart was pounding like it was pumping his blood much faster than usual.

"I mean how did Rosmala change? I don't get it."

Rosmala again took a rough breath. Like breaking all the tightness in the chest. "I feel like Randy has a mistress right now, Ma'am. For the past year, he has never praised my performance. Indeed, his attitude was still warm. But he never praised me at all."

Hiding her increasingly uncontrollable heartbeat and nervousness, Seroja wrapped her thin lips with a sweet smile. "Mr Rosmala don't say that. It could be all just Rosmala's feelings. When I met with Rosmala's mom at the mall a while ago, it seemed like Rosmala's husband looked so in love with Mbak."

Rosmala shrugged her shoulders. "Come on Ma'am, but that's all I feel. A wife's feelings are never wrong."

Seroja was stunned to hear the last sentence spoken by Rosmala.

Feeling you are right, ma'am. That Randy actually had another woman in his life. And that woman is me.

Rosmala's forehead shriveled a little when he saw the woman sitting nearby as it dissolved in his own daydream. He also patted Seroja on the shoulder. "Mom! Ma'am Seroja why daydream?"

Seroja's body jolted slightly. He can only smile awkwardly. "Eh, it's okay, ma'am. I'm fine."

Rosmala smiled meaningfully. "Oh yes Ma'am, sometime, I want to visit your house. Ma'am Seroja doesn't mind, does he?"

Both eyes of Seroja slid perfectly and almost out of the place where they were. His lips clenched and could say nothing.

The show is about to start, Seroja! It's not wrong that I paid someone to spy on your movements. I assure you, your life will end horribly as a man-captor.

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