The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 44: Visiting

"I-I'm fine Ru..."

Clumsy, that's the facial expression that Seroja showed when she was first reunited with her childhood friend. At first glance, there is a slight change in the look of Fakhru's face. Because as he remembered, his little friend was not toothed gussul but somehow at this time he became a toothed man gussul. One thing that makes Seroja sure that this man is his childhood friend, the two dimples on his cheekbones that did not disappear until now.

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

Fakhru, that handsome young man endlessly painted a sweet smile on his lips. Her heart was so happy to see her childhood friend again. A friend who was never far from him in his childhood. Almost every day they play together. A natural thing if only himself and his twin brother became friends Seroja, because the woman who is currently in front of him always get discrimination.

Twenty-two years apart. And now when both of them have reached adulthood, fate brings them back together? Could it be that there was an intent that God pinned behind his reunion with this little friend of his? The more dissolved Fakhru in amazement of this meeting, the more his feelings made the young man dissolve in his own daydream.

"Aamiin .. May Allah also protect you Ru." Seroja linked his gaze towards Ana and Manda who were still faithfully waiting in front of the surau. It seems they have waited too long.

Seroja looked back at this man's face, intending to leave behind. "Ru, I'll go home first. Pity Manda and sister Ana if you wait too long."

"Seroja, where do you live? I want to go to your place!"

At a glance, Seroja only turned a little of his body when the soles of his feet had stepped on this surau court. "I live not far from here Ru. I'll go home first, assalamu'alaikum!"

"Vaalaikumsalam Seroja's... "

Seroja, Ana, and Alamanda again swung their footsteps to leave the surau. Slowly, the shadows of the bodies of the three people disappeared from Fakhru's sight.

The judge who had noticed the interaction between Fakhru and Seroja could only stare at the two with a gaze that was difficult to decipher. When the sweep of his eyes caught Seroja's figure, he felt something very foreign. It was like knowing Fakhru's childhood friend.

"R!" The judge called Fakhru's name while patting him on the shoulder.

The young man gasped a little. "Yes Tadz?"

"Is that woman antum's childhood friend?"

"Iya Tadz, her name is Seroja. We used to live together in Jogja, but when we were five years old, we separated. Seroja's mother took him to move from the city of Jogja. And it turns out that today God has brought us together." Fakhru's forehead shriveled slightly. He was curious why the young ustadz in such curious about Seroja. "What's up Tadz?"

The judge shook his head. "Let's know, Ana was like meeting and knowing that woman. And the feeling is very close. But I don't know where."

Fakhru just chuckled. It seems he caught a signal that this young ustadz was fascinated with Seroja. "Is Ustadz Hakim fascinated by Seroja's beauty? And want to justify it?"

The judge who had previously been seen dissolving in his mind while remembering who the woman was, immediately gasped. He looked at the face of this young man before him with adhesiveness. "Absolutely not Ru. Not fascinated. Ana just felt like she was close to the woman. Like I've known for a long time."

Fakhru just scrunched his forehead. "Near? Know long? Is it possible that Ustadz has also known Seroja?"

The judge shrugged his shoulders. "Content Ru. Ana sure doesn't know the woman. I don't know, it feels so close."

The judge was getting late in his own mind. He tried hard to remember the woman. However, the harder he remembered the only impasse he had found. Because he never knew her.

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"So this is where you live Ja?"

As promised, Fakhru came to the residence of Seroja. After asking a few people who were around here, Fakhru finally found the residence of his childhood friend. Fakhru's eyes swept across the whole house. The house was so simple and filled with sewing equipment.

While making a pattern on the paper, Seroja nodded her head. "Yes Ru, this is my residence. Sorry if it's too narrow. And I'm sorry if I interjected with this job. There's a dress order I need to finish."

Fakhru. He secretly stole a glance at the woman who was busy with patterns on paper. I don't know why he was so impressed with this woman. Although he lives in localization, but he still empowers himself to seek sustenance in a halal way. And he also took care of himself with the hijab. What a very special woman.

"It is precisely I who feel if I bother you Ja. I'm sorry that my presence has divided your concentration."

"Absolutely not Ru. I'm used to doing this kind of work so it doesn't matter." Seroja put the pattern on the cloth and ready to cut it. "Oh yes, how are Fakhri and Farhana? Are they still in Jogja?"

Fakhru shook his head. "No Ja. We all just left. Farhana is married and follows her husband in Surabaya. Fakhri is also married and lives in the city. He became one of the doctors at one of the hospitals in this city."

Seroja stopped his activities for a moment. The head that previously lowered, now a little he docked. "Doctors in town? Practice where is Fakhri, Ru?"

"Practice in the gem liver hospital. He's been working there for a long time."

Degs...

"Hospital of the Heart Gem?"

"Yes Ja, right there. What was? Why do you look like you're surprised like that?"

Fakhru looked at the astonished look on Seroja's face that looked like someone who was in shock. And like I've met Fakhri before.

"It turns out the doctor who had handled Alamanda, was Fakhri, your sister... "

Not much different from Seroja, Fakhru was also surprised. "Is it really like that?"

Seroja nodded his head. "True Ru. In the past, Fakhri had handled Alamanda before finally taken over by an ophthalmologist."

The smile on Fakhru's lips seemed to be getting wider. "MashaAllah .. I really did not expect, even though we were separated long and far but it turns out we are actually close."

Seroja just smiled bitterly. I don't know what to show you at this meeting. Should he be happy or vice versa? And how would the young man respond if he knew that he had previously lived in a pit of sin?

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