The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 26: Terror?

"Seroja Bak!"

The face that was filled with a twinkle of happiness was clearly implied on the face of Sister Ana when she saw who was visiting during the day. After meeting with Rosmala, Seroja swung her footsteps to visit the mother's house. Although he knew at the time of arriving there was only a rejection revealed by Dahlia, but the woman was still never absent to visit.

"How are Ana's sisters, mother and Alamanda?"

Stretching out three eco bags containing all the needs of the kitchen towards Ana, Seroja also began to land her buttocks on the lacquer that was on the veranda.

Ana smiled her smile while receiving a gift from Seroja. "Thank God we're all good, ma'am. How's Seroja himself? Neither is it?"

"I'm good too, Sus." Seroja spread his gaze around. "The alamanda where is Sus? Usually during the day like this he always sits on the porch?"

"Alamanda is in the room, Ma'am. Lately, he has been learning to memorize short letters. Having memorized all the prayers, he now began to learn to memorize the short letters."

There is a coolness that always sneaks into the recesses of Seroja's heart when his sense of hearing heard a series of sentences spoken by Ana. Although all this time he was not close to his God, but heard the younger brother was eager to learn religious knowledge, his heart warmed up. A human and natural thing. As bad as he became human, he did not want his sister to follow in his footsteps.

"Is that really what Sus is? Does Sister Ana need anything to make it easier for Sister to teach Alamanda?"

Ana just shook her head. "No Ma'am. Alhamdulillah Alamanda is a child who is smart and easy to remember. So every day just hear the murrotal from the phone using the earphone alone he can memorize all."

Sweet smile on Seroja's lips. Meeting with sister Ana, really can relieve her burden in caring for and supporting her mother and her sister.

Seroja grabbed the palm of Ana's hand that was still holding the eco bag. "Thank you very much Sus. Somehow I can repay all the kindness of Sister Ana."

"Sama-sama Ma'am. Seroja did not need to bother replying, I sincerely do it."

"But sister Ana's job is to take care of her and Alamanda's mother."

Sister Ana chuckled softly. "Teaching Alamanda about the science of religion is also included in maintaining and caring for Mbak. So I'm doing it." Ana shifted her eyes towards the narrow street in front of the house with a glaring gaze. "This is one way for me to get what charity is friday, Ma'am."

Seroja scrunched his forehead. A foreign vocabulary he had just heard. "Finger mal? That's what Sus?"

"One charity that will not be cut off even if we are dead."

It is incomprehensible, at this time the curiosity in Seroja seems to just appear. "Sus, can Sister Ana explain in more detail?"

Still staring at the small street in front of the house, Ana nodded her head. "When a person has died, then cut off his practice except three things, namely, alms, knowledge taken advantage of, and the son of prayer who always pray for his parents."

Seroja was still speechless, trying to understand what Ana was saying.

Sister Ana let out a slightly rough breath and a cloudy look suddenly adorned her face. "Alamanda is my only hope for the charity that is my father."

Seroja. Of the three things that Ana said before, what does it have to do with Alamanda. "What do you mean sister? I really don't understand."

Unexpectedly, a drop of clear crystal plunged freely from Ana's eye fertilizer. "When I was twenty-six years old, I was sentenced to cervical cancer. Therefore, the doctor advised me to perform surgical removal of the uterus."

Both eyes are perfectly rounded. His palm closed his gaping lips. Didn't expect an angel-hearted woman like Sister Ana to experience such a thing.

Ana nodded her head while smiling bitterly. "Yes, I don't have a uterus. Of the three things, I hope that what I taught to Alamanda can be a charity that will never be interrupted even though I am dead."

Ana took a deep breath again. "I don't have enough money to give. I will never have a child who can pray for me. But when I teach Alamanda about the science of religion, inshaAllah I will get the reward and can be provision in eternal life later."

Degs....

There was something suddenly present to one of Seroja's chambers of the heart. To make him feel the sensation of stabbing pain. Eternal life? What kind of life does this nurse mean?

"Sus .. I really don't understand."

Ana again linked her eyes towards Seroja. The woman could only describe the smile she had. "One day Seroja will definitely understand what I said. Surely after the heart Mbak Seroja get what is the light of love from Allah SWT."

Seroja just smiled bitterly. I don't know if there is still a light of love from God who will greet him later.

"Oh yeah, what's Sus doing?"

"Mother is sleeping. Thank God these past few days, after I regularly read the Quran near Dahlia, his emotions could be more controlled. He rarely goes on a rampage."

"Can I see you, Sus?"

Sister Ana nodded. "Of course I can."

Seroja moved from his position. He moved his footsteps to enter his mother's room. Certainly to give up longing for the woman he loves the most.

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"How's Fer? Is your job going perfectly?"

At a cafe with a millennial feel, Rosmala ordered a table for him to make a place to meet someone. After meeting Seroja in the park, he left Runa and Roni to the mother's house and now he is in this cafe to meet the man.

The man named Ferdi who was none other than Rosmala's man who was in charge of stalking the Seroja movement also nodded steadily. "Mr Rosmala just calm down. I've done what Miss Rosmala told you perfectly."

A grin rose on Randy's wife's lips. "Good, from now on, we teach the man's male usurper a lesson to make him deterred. Slowly, we see him tormented by the terrors we shall give." Rosmala stared fixedly at Ferdi's face. "You've made sure that no one sees your movements, right?"

"Mr Rosmala just calm down, everything is safe under control."

Rosmala smiled meaningfully. This time, he would prove that the male usurper deserved to crash and his life would end horribly.

Let's see, how strong you survive being the male usurper, Seroja! With the apartment access card that you occupy that I took secretly from Randy's bag, can make Ferdi free to go in and out of your residence. That's where you'll start getting terror from me.

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