The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 43: What's the News?

Seroja, Ana and Alamanda swung their feet towards the surau which they believed to be the place where the Adhan's voice came from. Although accompanied by a cold that felt so bone-chilling, but did not dampen their footsteps to be able to get to the manau immediately. In addition to fulfilling their obligations as a Muslim, they are also very curious, whether the previously abandoned manau was re-functioned? Who is the pioneer? And who is it that his heart is moved to re-fertilize the surau? Perhaps those questions still lingered in Seroja and Ana's mind, and they would never find the answer before they actually arrived at the surau.

On the trip they took, it was seen that the neighbors also left the house. Perhaps just as Seroja and Ana felt, they were astonished, who proclaimed the morning adhan in the surau.

"You guys going to Surau?"

A middle-aged man in a white singlet suit and black color drawer pants tried to greet Seroja as well as Ana.

"Yes sir, we're going to Surau. Do you want to go to Surau too?"

Actually Ana does not need to ask that because the answer that will be given is definitely the word no. But Ana thought, there's no harm in trying to ask that. Perhaps, the sound of the Adhan from the surau made the middle-aged father in front of him also want to pray there.

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly. "No, I don't want to go there. It is not usual for the sound of the Adhan to be echoed in the surau. But this is why suddenly there is an Adhan? Don't you suspect anything?"

Seroja and Ana looked at each other. Not too familiar with what this middle-aged father said.

"What do you mean suspect something about?"

"Yes suspected that the Adhan was one of the incarnations of the jinn. Do you know that the manau has been abandoned for a long time? So it could be a gathering nest of invisible creatures. And now the creature is chanting the Adhan."

Seroja and Ana were only flabbergasted to hear this middle-aged man's words. They clucked while shaking their heads, because the words of this man were so unreasonable.

"Then we go first sir, come on."

Not wanting to go too far in response to the middle-aged man's words, Seroja, Ana and Alamnda walked back. Continue their journey to the surau which is only seven houses away from where he lives. And in the end, they arrived in front of this surau.

Ana and Seroja look so attached to the building in front of them. Very quiet, because it can be ascertained that no one flocked to this surau even though there was already a voice of adhan. Even the atmosphere in the surau also looks dim because the incandescent lights installed are not too bright.

"Soja, Sister Ana, are we there yet?" asked the little girl as if she could not wait to rush into the surau.

"Dear, we've arrived. We take ablution first yuk." By guiding Manda, Seroja began herding her sister's body to enter the ablution area.

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Sabbihisma rabbikAl Alaa's.

Khalaqa fa sawwaa.

The walladzii qaddara fa hadaa.

The walladzii akhrajal mar 'aa. 

Fa ja 'alahu gusaa'an ahwaa.

Sanuqri 'uka fa laa.

Illaa maa syaa 'allaah, innahuu ya' lamul jahra wa maa yakhfaa. 

Nuyassiruka lil. 

Fa zakkir in nafa 'atiz zikraa. 

Sayazzakkaru may yakhshyaa.

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The short Surah read by the Judge in the second rakaat, suddenly paused. The judge, who is currently a priest, seems to have forgotten a little about the verse he read. Suddenly though...

Yatajannabuhal assqaa.

The voice of the little girl standing in the back shaf sounded echoing. He continued the piece of verse that had paused. To make the judge remember everything.

Alladzii yashlannaaral.

Summa laa yamutu fhaa wa laa yahyaa.

Qad aflaa man tazakkaa.

Wa dzakarasma rabbihii fa shallaa.

Bal tu' iruunal haayaatad dun yaa.

Inna haazaa lafis shuhufil.

Allahu akbar's....

The whole series of morning prayers has been completed. Although the priest had forgotten one of the pieces of the verse, but it did not affect the specificity of the worshipers who were in this surau. And after the greeting, they continued to recite and pray.

Seroja still looks immeasurably stroking the beads of beads given his childhood friend first. Being in a manau like this, somehow made him feel a different atmosphere. He felt closer to his Lord. Coupled with the voice of the priest who is so melodious in reading the verses of the Qur'an and also dhikr, as if making it more solemn in worship. Unknowingly, the drops of clear crystal again escaped from the eye fertilizers Seroja.

After finishing with the morning dawn ritual, Seroja, Ana, Alamanda folded their mukena and prayer mats and rushed back home. When the footsteps of the three people almost stepped on the foyer, suddenly...

"Mom, wait!"

Ana, Seroja and Alamanda's footsteps stopped when the baritone voice called out to them. The three people turned around, looking two handsome young men approaching towards them.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mbak..," said the judge said his greetings to the people in front of him.

"Waalaikumsalam, mr. ustadz." Ana replied while lowering her gaze. So too with Seroja. The woman seems to have understood a little that the truth between two people who are not mahram was subduing each other's eyes when interacting.

"I'm sorry, was this little brother the one who was reciting the verse I was reading?"

Ana just nodded slowly. "Yes, sir Ustadz. My sister is the one who just connected the verse read by Mr. ustadz."

The judge linked his gaze to Alamanda. The man's face looked bright. "MashaAllah .. turns out this sister has memorized Surah Al-A'la?"

Still staring in any direction, Alamanda nodded his head. "Yes sir ustadz, Manda has memorized Surah Al-A'la."

Dahui the Judge frowned slightly. He was too surprised because from earlier this little girl in front of him was staring in any direction and not focused on the object in front of him. At a glance, the Judge glanced at Seroja and Ana with a face full of questions. As if he knew what this young ustadz meant, Seroja and Ana just nodded slowly.

The judge smiled bitterly. It turns out that there is wisdom behind the bike that yesterday he went on strike in the middle of the road and left him stranded in this place. From that incident, he came to know that in a place that was always looked upon by the eyes of this person stored one of the generations of the Qur'ani in the future.

"MashaAllah .. ustadz was really moved to hear it. Does Manda want to teach every day? To be able to memorize more surahs in the Qur'an?"

Manda's face looks bright. "You're mr. ustadz, will, will!!"

"MashaAllah's. Then starting today every afternoon Manda taught with ustadz ya."

"Yes, mr. ustadz. Hurrah!!"

The little girl squealed with excitement to make the people who were in this place feel like they were feeling that happiness. Ustadz Hakim endlessly painted a sweet smile on his lips. Seeing a little girl who has a high spirit to learn to teach like this, somehow her heart is also filled with the shocks of happiness.

"Then we say goodbye first, Mr. Austadz. Assalamu'alaikum," said Ana ended the conversation with the Judge and also Fakhru who had been silent.

"Waalaikumsalam Ma'am."

Seroja, Ana, and Alamanda turned back to continue their previously stalled footsteps.

Plugs....

It looks like something fell from within the folds of the mukena and prayer mats brought by Seroja. Gasping, Fakhru approached the fallen object and picked it up.

Fakhru's two eyeballs were pinching with frowning forehead when he looked closely at this fallen prayer beads. An object that seemed familiar to him in his vision. He saw at the end of this prayer beads and faintly imprinted a small F on the beads.

Fakhru's head looked up again, staring at the back of the hijab-wearing woman who was about to wear her footwear. And...

"Seroja!"

Seroja's footsteps again stopped when he heard the voice of a man who called his name. He turned back his body. And ventured to look at the man who was a little far from where he was standing at this moment.

"Yes, Mr Ustadz?"

"Are you Seroja? Seroja Ayu Anjani?" fakhru said trying to make sure by saying the long name Seroja.

Seroja's forehead is slightly shriveled. He was really surprised because this man in front of him knew him and even knew his full name. For a minute, he stared fixedly at this man's face. And suddenly his lips were gaping wide with both eyeballs perfectly rounded.

"F-Fakhru? Fakhru Miftahul Haq?"

A sweet smile rose on Fakhru's lips. To display dimples on his cheekbones and display his teeth. "How are you doing Seroja?"

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Haasha.... It turns out through prayer beads that make them remember each other again... Hehe... 🥰