The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 42: I see the Voice of Adhan

Allahu akbar Allahu akbar... Laa ilaha..

Fakhru's voice was heard softly calling for iqomah to hasten the prayer of Maghrib. After he and Hakim cleaned this surau with makeshift cleaning equipment (sapu) and held a mat that was slightly torn because it was never used, the two young men quickly fulfilled their obligations as a Muslim. And three rakaats had they fulfilled, followed by dhikr and prayer guided by the Judge.

"Why is there a place of worship that is abandoned like this, Tadz?"

After performing the Maghrib prayer, Fakhru surrounded this surau area while looking closely at each object in there. Starting from the pulpit, small tables, and mukena shelves and sarongs that really have looked damaged.

"A natural thing if this manau is abandoned Ru. This area is a localization, so there are no hands to take care of it. Let alone taking care, even glancing at him seemed not to."

The Judge's hand is stretched out to reach for the already worn-out Quran and iqra. If you look at all the facilities in this surau, he thinks if this place was once held religious activities, such as teaching and also congregational prayer. But if indeed such religious activities have never been held in this surau, maybe all the items that are here are only one donation from students who take field practice work in this place.

"If Ustadz Hakim intends to preach in this place, it seems that there must be a lot to be addressed. Look, the roof and ceiling of this manau are badly damaged."

Fakhru pointed to the part of the roof and the ceiling that was almost collapsed. It is very dangerous if this place is used before repair. Along with the judge who helped raise his head, the young ustadz seemed to think hard to think about what he should do.

"It looks like we really have to fix Ru a lot." The judge linked his gaze towards this young man who was beside him. "Is antum willing to help ana to re-fertilize this surau?"

"Why is Ustadz Hakim so eager to preach in this place? Was Ustadz Judge not worried about the perceptions of the people out there? Ustadz Hakim is an ustadz, but in and out of localization like this?"

Ever since Fakhru heard the Judge wanted to preach in this area of localization, he was so curious about what underlies this young ustadz had that intention. An ustadz who in the eyes of many everyday people is always under the word taqwa but this young ustadz does not seem to think of all the perceptions and speculations that will arise if he wanders in this place.

The judge merely put a slight smile on his lips. He himself did not really know what made him so want to preach in this place.

"Ana herself doesn't know either, Ru. But he thought, if people who understand religion have never touched a place like this to preach, because it considers this place dirty and many practices in it, then who else will deliver the commandments of Allah and the teachings of the Prophet in this place?"

"Are the ustadz not worried about the perceptions of the people out there? Especially the pilgrims who are so idolized ustadz Hakim?"

The judge seemed to laugh listening to Fakhru's question. I don't know why Fakhru's speech sounded so tickling his ears. "Having a lot of fans or the current language of fans, is only a bonus that God gave to Ana. While the intention of Ana ya lillahi ta'alla preach only. So Ana did not take too much of a headache with all the perceptions that would arise when Ana chose to preach in this place." The judge sighed deeply then he exhaled slowly. His eyes glare a little. "Localization is also one of the places on the earth of God. Ana believes this place is also entitled to get guidance from Allah. Aim to improve and improve the practices that are in it."

Fakhru was seen weighing what the judge said. It seems so difficult to preach in this place, but in the end the young man nodded. He was increasingly convinced to accompany the Judge to carry out his intentions.

"InshaAllah, I will help ustadz Judge. Tomorrow, we start to fix this surau first. Especially this building construction. We have to fix it so it's not dangerous to use."

"Does Antum mind if we use each of our own private money to fix this surau?"

Fakhru shook his head slowly. "InshaAllah I don't mind Tadz. Hopefully this can all be my charitable savings in the afterlife."

The judge looked at his smile. He patted the handsome young man on the shoulder. "Alhamdulillah .. ana is really grateful to have known a young man so good as antum. Later, your wife will be very happy to have a priest like this antum."

Fakhru only smiled bitterly listening to the Judge's words. Although in the eyes of most people he is one of the perfect forms of man, for some reason in terms of a soul mate he is always not lucky. Three times, he failed to marry. To make him feel a little trauma for failure.

The judge chuckled at Fakhru's facial expression. He knew exactly what this young man was feeling. Back he patted Fakhru's shoulder. "Trust that God will meet antum with antum mate at the right time."

Fakhru nodded faintly. "Aamiinu. I hope it's like that Tadz."

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"MashaAllah .. mbak Seroja looks so beautiful!"

Ana was so amazed to see the appearance of Seroja who looked different. After performing the Maghrib prayer, Seroja conveyed his intention to borrow a veil to Ana. Ana was a little astonished by what this woman wanted. But now he understands the meaning of Seroja. Apparently, this woman wanted to learn to wear a veil.

"See weird, Sus?"

Seroja still looks busy himself in front of the mirror when pinning a needle under his chin. After the needle was embedded, he also tidied the part of the veil that was on top of his forehead.

Ana shook her head. "Absolutely not Ma'am. Maak Seroja just looks more beautiful."

Seroja stared at the reflection of his face reflected through the reflection in this mirror. "Do I deserve to wear this veil Sus? What will people say if they see me wearing this veil? Would they think that I was a hypocrite trying to hide the ugliness I once did behind this veil?"

Ana, who was a little distant from Seroja's body, moved her body closer to this woman. He stood beside Seroja and also stared at the image of Seroja's face through the reflection of this mirror.

"Sir, hijab is one form of our obedience to the commandments of God. As in the Qur'an Surah Al-Ahzab verse 59."

"Then what about people who are hijab-wearing but still often do bad things Sus? Is it the same as shaming religion?"

"So, can I start hijab Sus?"

"Of course I can. Even very possible. This hijab is also a sign that Mbak Seroja has really tried to improve themselves. May it always be Istiqomah ya Mbak."

Seroja smiled wryly as she turned towards Ana. What more pleasure can he deny if God is so good to present the figure of Ana in his life. A truly valuable human being in his life. Because it was from Ana that he could pick up what hidayah was. "Aamiin, may I really be Istiqomah Sus."

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Asshollatu..

Asshollatu..

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of the dawn adhan echoed throughout the city of Bandung, Bandung, the morning air that still feels so cold makes some people living in this city may choose to stay under a thick blanket, curled up in search of warmth. The rooster began crowing unpretently, breaking the silence this morning.

Seroja blinked her eyes when the voice of the Adhan was clearly heard from the room where she was asleep at this time. His forehead shriveled because the sound of this Adhan sounded so close to where he lived. He pulled out the blanket that was still wrapped around his body and started to get off the bed. Occasionally he is seen yawning, resisting the drowsiness that is still whack. I wanted to pull the blanket back, but the sound of this morning's morning's morning prayer really made him wonder.

"Well, did Seroja get up too?"

Ana who also just came out of the room looks astonished because she saw Seroja already standing in front of her room. The woman nodded. "Yes Sus. I wonder where the voice of the Adhan came from? Sounds very close to this house."

"I also feel like that. I don't usually see Adhan sounding like this. Is it possible from a surau that is not far from this place huh Mbak?"

"But isn't the manau abandoned, Sus? And his condition was also badly damaged. Is there anyone who wears that manau?"

"But it seems like the voice of this Adhan is indeed coming from the surau Mbak."

"Suster Ana, Seroja, are you awake?"

Alamanda's sudden arrival, made the two women a little surprised. Apparently this little girl also woke up at dawn like this.

"Dear, Sister and Sister Ana are awake. Alamanda why are you awake?"

Seroja is approaching Alamanda. He grabbed the little girl's hand and she dribbled for her to sit on the wooden chair.

"Manda heard the sound of the Adhan not far from this house. Is it possible that the sound of the Adhan came from a surau near our house?"

Just as Ana and Seroja thought. Alamanda also argued that the sound of the Adhan came from surau.

"It seems true that the voice came from Surau Mbak. Because it sounds so obvious."

"Soja, Sister Ana! Manda wants to pray in Surau. We pray there."

Seroja slightly gasped. "But Baby... "

"We pray there, brother. Manda wanted these Mandaic footsteps to be recorded as a reward by the angels for going to the house of God to worship."

Seroja and Ana throw each other a glance. But in the end they both smiled and nodded.

"Okay, honey, we're going to Surau now!"

"Horeeeee!!!!"

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Patience... In a moment, brother... 🥰🥰 Keburu there is an event so Fakhru and Seroja meeting I resigned in the next part... Patience well.. 😘😘😘

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