The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 46: My Name...

"Innalillah .. Come on, gentlemen, let's get this guy out of the car!"

The sound of the car's brake whistling and continued with the car lost control and then hit a banyan tree on the shoulder of the road, making a collection of fathers who were coffee in a coffee shop near the scene, flocked to swarm that car. And there was a figure of a man with fresh blood that slowly began to seep in his temple pore was already unconscious.

"Where did we take this man Mr Mukhlas?" said one of the fathers who took the man out of the car.

"Bring me to my house first sir, others please call doctor Fakhri whose house is not far from here. I don't think he's gone to the hospital yet."

"Well Sir!"

The group of fathers brought the man who had just had an accident to the house of Mr. Mukhlas whose home was not far from the scene. On a lissy porch, the man was laid to rest while waiting for the arrival of doctor Fakhri.

"Astaghfirullahal... Sir, who is this?"

The middle-aged woman who was previously inside the house, came out when she heard the crowded atmosphere in front of the terrace. The woman slightly shrieked and was surprised to see a man with blood flowing down her temple and unconscious.

"It's a lone accident victim on the road ahead, ma'am. I don't know what happened, the steering wheel of this man's car suddenly got out of control and then hit the banyan tree" said one resident who clearly saw what the chronology was like.

"Oh Allah .. how pitiful this man is."

Mukhlas, who was busy examining the man's wrist, then linked his gaze to the people gathered on the porch of his house. "Fathers if you want to leave this place is okay. Maybe there is work to be done. His fear even became neglected because of this incident."

"But what about this man sir? Looks like he's hurt bad? Who will take the treatment?"

The man named Mukhlas reviewed a little of his smile, as if giving a signal so that the others were not too anxious. "No need to worry sir, I will bear the cost of this man's treatment. God willing this man is fine."

The group of fathers throw one another's eyes while whispering weighing Mukhlas' words. In the end they agreed to the suggestion of Mukhlas to leave this place. They believed that Mukhlas was indeed a good man who would help this unconscious man.

"Well then Mr. Mukhlas, Mr. Lili, we say goodbye first. There were already some young men who called the Fakhri doctor, so just wait," said one father while saying goodbye.

"Thank you very much for your help, sir!"

In the end, the group of fathers disbanded, leaving the residence of Mukhlas. While Mukhlas and his wife, Lili still faithfully sat on a wooden chair waiting for the arrival of doctor Fakhri.

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"Antum from anywhere? The feeling was just saying goodbye to buying mineral water, but why so long?"

The judge stood in front of the surau while watching the workers who were repairing the roof of the surau that looks almost collapsed. The roof, which previously used wood, is now replaced with a lightweight steel frame, which he believes is much safer.

The judge seems to be much grateful because his good intention to improve this manau get an easy path from God. After previously he asked permission to the local Rt chairman to fix the surau, in the end from the Rt chairman who mobilized some of his citizens to help the Judge and Fakhru. And he thinks, within a day, the repair process of this surau roof can be completed.

"I did buy mineral water, right Tadz? That's proof" Fakhru said, pointing to a 600-milliliter carton of mineral water.

The judge just shook his head while clucking. "Definitely stop by Seroja's house!"

Getting the right answer from the ustadz, only made the young man chuckle softly. "Before there was no intention to stop by Tadz, but earlier on the road I accidentally crossed with Seroja who was carrying heavy groceries. So, I helped him first."

"Well Ana believes that you met by accident. Is it possible antum match with Seroja? Because you guys are often met accidentally?" the judge said with a joking grin.

The judge shrugged his shoulders. "If Seroja is a mate who has been prepared by God for antum, how else? Aye right?"

Fakhru was back. But this time on his face was a twinkle of happiness that was so obvious. "Aamiin .. for this time I leave everything to Allah, Tadz. The way of life that He has chosen."

The judge turned his head towards Fakhru while patting him on the shoulder. "Yes, according to Ana, it's much better." The judge again linked his gaze to the workers. "Oh yes, if there is time, does Antum want to take her to the parents' house? Last night I told you that there would be a harvest of tilapia from my father's pond, maybe some of it we can bring here for us to share."

Fakhru looked for a moment thinking. But in the end he nodded as well. "Alright then Tadz, can we schedule."

"Ru, does Seroja have obstacles in running his business?"

Fakhru gasped more and more with what the Judge said. The question that came out of the lips of this young ustadz seemed to hint that the man was so worried about the obstacles that might be encountered by Seroja. "So he just said that his current efforts are constrained by the place and number of Tadz engines. Today he got orders in the big party. Because the place he used was only narrow and the equipment he had just one, then he chose to do it himself. Why did ustadz ask that?"

The judge just slicked his shoulders. "Oh, Ana also did not understand what she felt about the woman. Ana feels close to the woman and feels unbearable if she has to see him face obstacles in running his business."

"Did Ustadz Hakim fall in love with Seroja?"

Hurry up, the Judge shook his head. "No, no. Ana sense of feeling that arises for the woman is not a feeling of love towards the opposite sex. But it is like.... "

Fakhru's forehead shriveled slightly as the Judge deliberately paused his speech. "What's Tadz like?"

The judge let out a long sigh and he exhaled slowly. "Like a brother to his sister!"

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"Alhamdulillah .. You are finally human too Son!"

A look of relief was clearly implied on Mukhlas' face. After doctor Fakhri said that this man was fine and just waiting for the rumination, finally this man really had realized from his stupor.

The man's eyes were slightly pinched when the light beam felt so piercing the cornea of his eye. Before the man was on the terrace, but before the doctor Fakhri left this place, he helped Mukhlas to move this man in one of the rooms in the residence of Mukhlas. The man moved his body and tried to shift his position to lean on the headboard of the bed.

"Let me help my son!"

Mukhlas helped the man to lean on the headboard of the bed. After positioning his body a little more comfortably he swept his gaze towards the surroundings. A place so strange in his sight.

"S-I'm where sir?"

Mukhlas put on a little smile. "You're at Father's house. Previously your car hit a tree on the side of the road there. And then you're unconscious."

The man's forehead frowned while fingering the temple. Sure enough, there is pain that feels so terrible. He remembered before his car hit a tree, he tried to avoid a group of ducks who suddenly crossed the road. And in the end, he hit the tree.

Mukhlas only smiled faintly looking at this man's facial expression which still looked puzzled. "Oh yeah, whose name is your son?"

The man linked his gaze towards Mukhlas. "My name is Randy, sir!"

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