The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 47: A Submerged Taste?

Black, white, and gray wall paint seems to dominate the atmosphere of this room. In the corner of the room looks a bookcase in which has been neatly arranged books with religious nuances. Fiqh books, hadiths, and other Islamic readings. And on one of the walls of the room, there is a fairly large frame with calligraphic strokes pronounced laa ilaha illaallah.

Nearly a quarter of an hour Randy surrounds this room. Look intently at what is in this room. It seems disrespectful considering he is a guest in this house who should not be careless to observe every item owned by the owner of the room. But his curiosity could not be contained. Seeing the arrangement of books with religious nuances so neatly arranged, as if moving his hand to outstretch one of the contents on the shelf. And now, a complete Qur'an with its translation is in his hands.

"And when My servants ask you about Me, then (answer), that I am near. I grant the supplication of the one who prays when he asks Me, so let them fulfill (all My commandments) and let them believe in Me, that they may always be in the truth." (Qs. Al-Baqarah :186)

When his fingers touched the Qur'an, no matter what happened, the page that opened was one part of the Surah al-Baqarah. The man's bead was immediately fixed on one of the verses right in verse 186.

Degs....

It was incomprehensible to him that when his bead saw his eyes and his lips spelled out the meaning of this verse, there was something he felt in his chest. His heart suddenly throbbed and his body trembled slightly. There is no special meaning of the verse, but as if it can penetrate the wall of the heart that has never been touched and touched by anything. He felt something very foreign. If asked what that feeling was, he himself could not answer it either.

Czech....

The door opened and a middle-aged man entered the room shortly.

"Son... "

Randy who was drifting in the meaning of the Quran was a little surprised when a middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder. He put his gaze to the side, where the source of the sound came from.

"Ah .. I'm sorry sir, if I'm careless to look around what's on this bookshelf. Really, this is the book I saw."

Randy smiled when Mukhlas saw what he was doing. While showing the Qur'an he tried to tell Mukhlas that it was the Qur'an that he had seen.

Mukhlas smiled faintly at Randy's words. Just this time he heard someone mention the Qur'an with a book. "It's called the Qur'an, son, not a book." For a moment, Mukhlas paused his words while sighing a little deeply. "It doesn't matter if you look around at what's in this room, son. This room belongs to my son, so if you want to read anything, please."

Randy looks to nod his head. If you look at the contents of this room, it can be ascertained that the son of this middle-aged man is one of the figures who is good about religious science. Because almost all the books that are arranged on this shelf, are books about religion.

"Is the son of the Father one of the ustadz?"

Mukhlas just chuckled. "I'm confused myself, too, son. He often completed religious studies. Even now his name is on the rise. But if you call him ustadz, he will not. He wanted to be called by his name. Either with someone else, whether to be called ustadz or not."

Randy was laughing. From what was said by Mukhlas, he knew a little that this middle-aged son, despite being on the rise but still humble.

"Does your son live here?"

"Yes, he's here, son. But he is busy with his mission."

Randy's forehead is a little puckered. "Mission? What mission is Sir?"

"Mission to mengemurkan one of the surau in a place. And try to preach there." Mukhlas patted Randy on the shoulder. "Let's eat first, after that we pray Isha' congregation."

Randy gasped a little. "S-Sheesh?"

"Yes, son, pray. What was? You're a muslim, right?"

Randy just smiled. In KTP it is written Islam as its religion. But during his life he rarely even did prayer. Maybe just pray during the holidays. "Yes sir, I am a Muslim. Yet... "

"However, never did prayer?"

Mukhlas's successful guess made Randy's head nod instantly. "Well, I never prayed."

Mukhlas smiled meaningfully. Back he patted this guy's shoulder. "From now on, let's pray. God willing, you will always have peace of life, son!"

Like a mantra, Mukhlas' words really make Randy instantly nod his head. Without thinking much, he put the Qur'an back to where it was before and he began to follow the middle-aged man's footsteps.

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After performing the isya prayer service, Fakhru deliberately stopped the footsteps of Seroja, Ana, Alamanda, to ask them to gather in the portico. In accordance with the agenda made, tomorrow the Judge and also Fakhru will hold social services for residents who live around this place.

"InshaAllah me and sister Ana can help Ru." Seroja linked her gaze towards Ana. "Is that so, right, Sus?"

Ana nodded steadily. "God I can also help, sir!"

Fakhru and ustadz Hakim smiled knot.

"Don't call me sir, Ma'am. I am not married and still single. So it sounds funny to be called by Sir," said the judge as if he did not like to be called sir by this woman.

Ana chuckled softly. "If I don't call sir, then what should I call ustadz with?"

"Call this Ustadz Judge with Mas, Sus. It seems he wants to be called Mas by Sister Ana," said Fakhru who immediately made Ana touched by a feeling that is difficult to interpret. The woman just lowered her face in shame. While Seroja also chuckled softly because he caught a different signal from Ana.

Oh my God, what is this feeling? Why do I feel something so foreign like this? Is it possible to ustadz Hakim....? Astaghfirullah, do not put me in the trap of feeling that is not true, O Allah.

The judge just shook his head. At first glance he stole a glance at the woman who became the caretaker of the Manda but then he returned he bowed his face.

The taste I have for this woman named Ana, is much different from the taste I have for Seroja. God, is this a sign that I am in love? If so, set my heart so that I may love this creature of Yours in honorable ways. Certainly in ways that will take me in goodness.

"Then, technical events for tomorrow how is Ru?"

Trying to melt the atmosphere that was previously frozen, Seroja again invited Fakhru to discuss the event that will be held tomorrow. And sure enough, the atmosphere is back to how it was.

"Tomorrow morning please help us to make the groceries. After that, after dzuhur we can directly distribute."

"Well Ru, God willing me and Sister Ana will help you."

They increasingly appear to dissolve in the social service plan that will be held tomorrow. An agenda expected by the Judge can be a little knocking on the door of the hearts of people around here at least to assume there is the existence of this place of worship. If this manau is already in the hearts and minds of the people around here, the Judge is sure their hearts will be knocked to deny who their God is.

However, the chatter of the people in the porch of the mane suddenly stopped when their bead eyes saw the people who lived in this place running towards the same direction.

Fakhru, Hakim, Seroja and Ana both got up from their sitting positions. Slowly Seroja approached one of the people running.

"Sir, what's wrong? How about running around like this?"

"That's Neng, someone's a murder victim."

Seroja. "Murder victim? Who Sir?"

"One of Laura's mother's foster children. She was killed by the man who became her date."

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji'uun... "

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I slightly interspersed with the story of Judge Yes Brother... Hehehehe 🤭