The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 39: Childhood Remembrance

In the green grass around him there are large trees, Fakhru looks with the children of the orphanage is learning to read and write the Qur'an. Fakhru deliberately invites the children of the orphanage to study in the open like this, with the aim that they are not too bored to always be in the room. And of course by studying in the open like this, they can also know the creations of God that are in this universe.

After learning to read and write the Qur'an, they were invited by Fakhru to play on this expanse of grass. While the young man was watching their movements from where he was sitting at the moment. Under the banyan tree.

The sweet smile was clearly painted on Fakhru's lips when both his eyeballs caught the image of the little children who looked so happy to enjoy their days. It was as if there was no burden to live with. They run around laughing as if to tell the world that they are really happy.

But immediately his attention was focused on three small children who seemed to be in conflict. From the gestures of their bodies so it seems real if one of the children looks not okay. He was crying as much as he could. Fakhru stood up from his sitting position and he swung his footsteps to get closer to the three children.

"Well, you know, why is anyone crying, baby? Aren't you guys playing together?"

"Doni and Raka taunt Arka pak ustadz. They say that Arka is fat and should not play with them," a boy named Arka fights while trying to hold his sobs. While the other two children named Doni and Raka were just bowing their heads. There was absolutely no daring to stare at Fakhru's face.

Fakhru showed her a little smile. He held the shoulders of each of these little ones in turn. "Friends don't make fun of each other, baby. Let alone mocking the body shape of one of your friends."

"But Arka is fat sir ustadz, different from me and other friends. Isn't that right, Don?" said Raka while asking for support for her friend named Doni.

"That's right, Mr. Ustadz, we don't want to play with a fat kid. Later we can contract fat," said Doni as if agreeing with Raka.

Fakhru only shook his head while smiling faintly. "Darling, we are all God's creation. Everything in our bodies is God's best gift to His servant. So Raka and Doni shouldn't make fun of Arka. For if Raka and Doni mock the Ark, it is the same that you mock the creation of God. Understand, Honey?"

Raka and Doni just nodded slowly while bowing their faces. It seemed like the two children were beginning to understand where their mistakes lay.

"Yes, now Doni and Raka apologize to Arka huh. And remember what Big Brother said, don't make fun of each other and make fun of each other again. Because you're all friends. And fellow friends should not mock each other."

Doni and Raka reached out, intending to apologize to Arka. "I'm sorry Arka. We won't mock you anymore."

Arka just nodded slowly while wiping her tears. He also extended his hand as a signal that he had forgiven Raka and Doni. "Yes, I've forgiven you."

Fakhru just smiled wryly looking at these children. "Yes now you guys play together again yeah and don't make fun of each other again, okay?"

"Okay, mr. ustadz!"

The three little boys returned to play together, while Fakhru sat back down at his original place. The afternoon wind that blew made the cold back caress her face. The two neutrals were not separated from the children who were running around while laughing.

Fakhru's two foreheads suddenly shriveled as his brain memory captured a silhouette of memories of past times. What happened to Arka successfully contains his memory focused on the figure of a little girl who had existed in his childhood.

"Seroja's... "

Lirih, Fakhru mentioned the name Seroja who was none other than his childhood friend. A friend who has been twenty years or more he has not heard the news and one of his little friends who is currently out of nowhere.

"Aahhh .. why do I suddenly remember Seroja? Where is he now? Ever since that night I've never heard the news."

Fakhru tetiba's view looks far away. It was precisely the times where he often spent time with his little friend. And what just experienced by Doni, exactly the same as what happened to Seroja first.

"May you always be in the protection of Allah, Seroja..."

"Assalamu'alaikum a' Fakhru!"

"Waalaikumsalam Diba."

Adiba takes a position that is not too close to Fakhru and he places his butt there. At a glance, he smiled towards the young man then he lowered his gaze. "Did my arrival disturb a' Fakhru?"

"Of course not Diba. Oh, is there any need for what you followed me here?"

With a look of face filled with a timid hue, Diba stretched out the bushel he brought towards this handsome young man. "Diba brought Abi and Umi's handbag for a' Fakhru."

Fakhru's forehead shriveled slightly. "This is what Diba is?"

"Gurameh grilled with a tilled sambal, A'. Umi Cuisine

to aa' Fakhru."

"MashaAllah .. umi why bother cooking this and ask you to bring it here? Wouldn't I be able to go to the orphanage to eat with the kids?"

Still with his head lowered, Adiba chuckled softly. "It's okay A', umi even feel happy if a' Fakhru wants to eat this umi cuisine."

Fakhru chuckled. "So now, I have to eat this umi dish?"

Adiba nodded his head. "Yes A', it should be like that."

"Well if this is one of the Umi commandments. Because it's not nice if I don't obey the parents' orders, let alone a mother."

Adiba again chuckled a little. He grabbed the rantang that had been in front of Fakhru, intending to open the rantang. However, Fakhru hurriedly prevented it.

"Let me, Diba. I really feel bad if you also have to open this bushel. It has been cooked by Umi, delivered here, at this time you also have to open this bushel."

One by one the structure was opened by Fakhru. And he started enjoying this meal. While Adiba can only steal a glance towards Fakhru with a feeling that is so happy to see this young man so voraciously eating this cuisine menu.

"MashaAllah. Same with your cooking at home. If it's like this, my longing for my mom can be cured."

"Alhamdulillah if it's like that A'."

Feed after mouthfuls enter into Fakhru's sense of taste. There was no impression left on his tongue other than just a matchless sense of pleasure.

In his silence Adiba was really happy to see the facial expression of this young man.

Thank God if you like this dish A'. Because these dishes are my own.

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