The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 41: Stranded

Orange bursts are clearly visible on the eastern horizon, the chirping of sparrows perched on the branches and the sound of the unpretentious rooster welcoming the king of the day on his throne. The soft rays of sunlight began to greet the inhabitants of the earth. The light is beautifully decorated in the dew grains that still linger spoiled on the foliage. Makes it sparkle like a beautiful pearl grain on the bottom of the ocean.

One week has passed. Kala Seroja has rediscovered the turning point of his life by becoming a servant closer to his Lord, slowly he returned eager to climb his days. And now her footrest felt much stronger with the presence of Ana who was always by her side and never left her.

Seroja is seen sitting in front of the sewing machine. Armed with the knowledge he gained while sitting on the bench of SMK, he began to channel talent that had never even been thought of by him. The talent actually looks real in front of Ana's eyes which unexpectedly becomes the opening path for Seroja to improve her life.

Money loaned by Ana, Seroja used to buy one sewing machine, an obras machine and all other sewing supplies. From there he started this business. He makes clothes designs, he sews them, and he offers them through his social media accounts.

"MashaAllah .. This is really pretty Ma'am."

Ana stared in amazement at some of the chiffon maxi dress that had hung on one corner of the wall of this house. Maxi dress with simple motifs and models but looks so elegant.

Seroja just smiled knot. His feet are still busy struggling with the motor drive of this sewing machine. "Alhamdulillah if Sister Ana likes the results of my stitches. Hopefully the market response is not much different from the response given by Sister Ana ya."

Seroja cut the thread when the stitching of the sleeves he made was finished. And just a little more, this blouse he made will be finished perfectly.

"I'm sure the target market will give a very good response. Especially by the millennials, because really the clothes that Maak made are so contemporary."

A meaningful smile re-rises on Seroja's lips. "Thank you so much for all the help Sister Ana gave me. Really if at that time Sister Ana did not give me a proposal to open this business, and did not give me a capital loan, I don't know what is currently happening to me. Maybe at this time I am still confused to get back to starting my life. InshaAllah, if what I'm trying to offer is getting a good response from the market, I'll return Ana's money immediately."

Only replied with a warm smile anyway, Ana responded to Seroja's words. "Sama-sama Mbak, I also feel happy to be able to help mbak Seroja. Seroja I consider as my own family. Don't think too much about the money. Use it first to develop this Seroja mbak business. To buy materials and other supplies."

"Seroja and Sister Ana are doing what? Are you making clothes?"

Alamanda who just from the terrace of the house makes the chat Ana and Seroja a little trimmed. Seroja smiled faintly at the presence of this little sister. He grabbed the brother's hand and he dribbled closer to him. Slowly, he lifted up Alamanda's body and sat him on his lap.

"Kak Seroja make clothes for Alamanda. Does Manda want to try it?"

Manda's face seemed to be filled with happiness. The girl nodded her head. "You brother, will, will!!"

Seroja linked her gaze towards sister Ana intending to ask for help. "Sus, please get the paper bag in the sideboard. Inside there are three pieces of the robe. For Sister Ana, for Manda and for mother. May all fit in each other's bodies."

Ana picked up the paper bag that was on the sideboard. The net looks sparkling when you see the three pieces of the robe. Really this Seroja stitching shirt is really smooth.

"Then where's Seroja's own thing?"

"Mine is not Sus yet. I did deliberately make it for the three of you first." Seroja again rubbed Manda's head gently. "Dear, go with Sister Ana. Let it be worn by Sister Ana."

"Good Brother."

Alamanda came down from Seroja's lap. Ana grabs Manda's hand and she is led into the room. While in this room only remains with her mother a.

Seroja's heart also warms when he sees the mother is no longer giving a bad response when dealing directly with him. No matter what happened to the mother, her emotional changes really changed drastically. Since he returned to this house, the mother seemed much calmer. The middle-aged woman had indeed never gone berserk and damaged things again.

Seroja landed her ass next to her mother. He dared to grab his palm and Dahlia just stared fixedly at Seroja's face with a flat facial expression.

Seroja intensely kissed the back of his mother's hand and both cheeks. "Thank you very much for allowing Seroja to kiss Mom's hands and cheeks. Two things that Seroja has always wanted to do with Mom. Seroja loves Mom. Till whenever I'll always love you."

Dahlia was still staring at Seroja's face with a flat gaze with no expression at all. "Lilk... "

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"Astaghfirullahal 'adzim.., our bike even broke down like this. Then how should we do now?"

Fakhru's face looked a little pias when he saw the motorbike he was riding with the Judge suddenly broke down on the roadside in the hours before Maghrib like this.

The judge looked his eyes around. He knows very well what this place is. One of the localizations in this city.

"It looks like we have to find a mosque around here first, Ru. Ana was only worried if she could not catch up with the time to pray Maghrib. So for a while, we stayed this bike here first."

Fakhru's forehead shriveled. "Does it matter if our bike lives here Tadz? I'm afraid it won't be safe."

The judge smiled knot. "Antum don't worry. God willing, God will take care of what is ours. Most importantly, we are now looking for a mosque first. Or do we drop this bike into the grocery store first?"

Fakhru seemed to be weighing what the Judge said, and he nodded his head. "Alright then Tadz."

Fakhru and Hakim pushed the bike. Then he put it in a grocery store not far from here. And from the owner of the grocery store, they also know that there is a manau in the small alley in front of him. Gegas, Fakhru and Hakim walked across this small alley.

Hakim and Fakhru throw views at each other when they see the atmosphere around this place. Small houses lined up and decorated by flickering tumblr lights. And in front of the terrace of these houses appear women sitting with make-up that looks sensual and all-sexy clothes.

"Hi Mas, where are you going? Let's stop by first. Let us be with you."

Fakhru and Hakim were shocked to death when they saw two women with skirts on their knees and tank tops coming at them.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, I'm here looking for a manau. If I may know where the aura is, Ma'am?"

By lowering his face, the Judge tried to prevent this woman from doing more. This time he entered an area like this. But somehow there was something that suddenly engulfed his heart. And what is that feeling? The judge himself did not know.

"The atmosphere here is dirty, and not maintained at all. It is better to enter our house which is clean, fragrant and comfortable. So this Mas will be at home. Let's go in. Let us accompany and for the rates we can talk about inside."

"Sorry Mom, I'm not interested. Excuse me first."

The judge groped Fakhru's wrist. He knows very well if Fakhru is a little shocked by the conditions around here. The area that he may have just visited. Eventually, their footsteps stopped in a small mane. Netra both stared fixedly at the building in front of him. Miris, because the place of worship which is a place of affection to the Supreme Owner of life in an abandoned state like this.

"Fakhru." said the Judge still while staring at this little manau.

"Yes Tadz?"

"Are you ready to be my partner to preach in this place?"

Both of Fakhru's eyeballs were wide and perfectly rounded. "What?"

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Sorry, sorry, the promise to bring Seroja and Fakhru together has not been able to be granted in this part. InshaAllah tomorrow, brother... In this part of course the brothers already know that Seroja's meeting with Fakhru is getting closer. Hihihihi is patient... ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________