The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 28: Moving?

"Son, you really want to come with your sister to Bandung?"

Fakhru, who was sitting on a prayer mat with his sarong and cocoon, was a little lost when the baritone sounds began to fill the ear cavity. He rotated his body, and it was seen that the father had entered the room and was sitting by his side.

After three failed attempts to marry, the joyful look sank even more in the handsome face of the twenty-seven-year-old. Replaced by the dense fog of grief and it might be difficult to disappear from his face. Instantly, the young man who usually talked a lot when he met all his family members, he said, now suddenly transformed into a figure of young people who often close themselves and like trying desperately not to share everything that still feels piercing heart.

Still in his position, Fakhru began to respond to the papa's question with a faint smile painted on his lips. "Yes Pa, Fakhru does plan to join Fakhri to Bandung."

Rama looked at this son's face with an intense gaze. Every now and then, the middle-aged man sounded a little rough breathing. "Son, leaving this city just because you're being tested like this is not wise. You're like trying to run away from the test you're facing."

Fakhru. He understood that if everyone who heard the news that he was going to Bandung at this time they would assume that he was trying to run away from reality. But it's not because of that.

"Pa, Fakhru decided to Bandung not because he wanted to escape from reality." Fakhru sighed a little deeply and he exhaled slowly. "Although the intention to calm down more did exist, there was something Fakhru wanted to do in the city."

Rama's forehead wince. He was a little not understood what the son would do in the city of Bandung. "You mean what, son?"

Netra who previously linked to the shady face of the father, now a little he shifted to stare in any direction with a glaring gaze. "Fakhru wants to return the favor of someone who saved Fakhru from a mistake that almost plunged Fakhru into infamy, Pa."

Rama's forehead is getting shriveled. The son's words did not make him understand more about what intentions were stored behind his decision to go to Bandung, but instead made the middle-aged man more difficult to understand.

"You mean how's son? Papa really doesn't understand."

Rama returned to his smile. His mind was re-tethered to something that happened the day after the failure he experienced.

Flashback...

Fakhru....

How does it feel when you as a man will welcome one of the most sacred phases of life? So happy, isn't it? The raga that was once alone treads day by day, with that sacred phase will become a gate where there are other bodies that will accompany.

The happiness that I almost achieved by justifying a girl named Rumana, in fact, was taken away instantly and returned to being a wound that slashed a lump of lifeless flesh in the chest. That failure for the third time back I experienced.

What is really wrong with me? Until fate played me like this. Past events that reoccur have really not only affected my psychic, but also the good name of the family. Again everyone who knows of this failure that I experienced made them freely comment on what I was playing on the stage.

Poor Fakhru, he always failed to get married. His luck was always bad.

Once there was a candidate who suddenly died, now he was abandoned by the bride-to-be. It seems like everyone related to Fakhru is always unlucky huh.

Yes, mothers ... It is better not to let our children be hosted by Fakhru, may-may his fate also be unlucky.

Sharp comments from the mouths of neighbors add further sorrow to the soul. Who wants to experience a life like this? If I was asked to choose, I wouldn't want this to happen to me. Really, the words from the neighbors only made me more fragile. Especially if I remember papa's face and mom's. They tried desperately to be firm and calm but I understood that they also felt the burden of the wound. They should be able to smile with relief when they see their son can release his bachelor, but what happens is the opposite, this son again failed to marry for the third time.

Trying to run away from this exam for a moment, I drove my car to penetrate the thick of the night towards the city. I don't know where to run, but I want to feel like I'm losing my memory of what I just experienced. Almost an hour I drove this car without direction, until I finally pulled over on the shoulder of the road that already looks a little quiet at twelve tonight.

I stared at the building. A place in which there is only pleasure and maybe no suffering felt by the visitors. I was thinking, did I just go in there? So that I can immediately forget the wound that feels more gaping? My brain and heart are in a long war. The whispers of angels and the whispers of demons seemed to fight each other to control my heart and my mind. And finally, I chose to get out of this car.

The car stopped on the shoulder of the road. I set my foot across the road and intend to enter this building. I think in there later I can momentarily forget what happened I just experienced. I'm getting stronger to get into this building. I think it's okay if once I enjoy what is presented in there.

Nightclubs, a place that presents what is the pleasure of the world. There is nothing in there but the faces of people who are filled with happiness and seem to be separated from the burden of life. They were laughing and shouting loudly under the thumping sound of music that sounded deafening. Moving their bodies freely as if there was no burden of life that they felt.

I sighed deeply when this foot stood in front of this building. I feel more and more confident about entering it.

"Fakhru!"

My little steps stopped when I heard someone calling my name. The voice of a successful man forcefully pulled my previous thoughts into the excitement I felt. I turned towards the source of the voice, and saw a handsome man in a white hoodie suit and jeans, coming towards me.

"Ustadz Judge?"

I gasped a little when I saw who this man was approaching me. A young up-and-coming ustadz lately. The way of carrying this ustadz in preaching is so loved by young people. In addition to having a beautiful face, he can also touch the hearts of worshipers with language that is easy to understand.

I knew him when he gave a tausyiah in one of the assemblies I often went to. I don't know why I feel clop with this young ustadz.

Ustadz Hakim smiled at me and slightly patted me on the shoulder. "What are you doing in this place at night like this?"

Netra who had previously stared at the handsome face of this young ustadz, instantly shifted towards the bottom. I lowered my head and the nervousness came over to say hello. "S-i.... "

"It is not this place that should come when God is giving a test of life for antum like this."

I was a little surprised that Ustadz Hakim knew what was happening to me. "Ustadz, i..."

Ustadz Hakim smiled again. "How about Antum come to Bandung? InshaAllah there will be many useful activities that can antum do to be able to forget the bitterness of life that is antum feel."

I don't know what happened to me. Ustadz Judge's speech was like a spell that hypnotized me. Instantly I nodded my head. The sign approves what the Ustadz Judge has to offer.

"God is testing faith and piety with this test. Ana prayed that antum would get through it and quickly rise from this."

I laughed bitterly. I don't know what happens if the Ustadz judge doesn't find me. "Thank you very much ustadz."

I looked back at the building in front of me. I breathed a sigh of relief because God sent his help through the Ustadz Judge. Stopping my footsteps to enter into the pleasures of this momentary world.

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