The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 48: Admire

Standing behind the window with a bright eye to the front, Seroja tried to enjoy the atmosphere of this slightly cold night. Many times he rubbed his arms, trying to dispel the cold, but it seems that this atmosphere will continue until tomorrow, when the sun began to rule the day.

The incident a moment ago really disturbed the inner calm of Seroja. One of Laura's mother's foster children who met her death while dating a customer who dated her. What happened to Laura's mother's foster child successfully became a shocking news for the people who live here. He is sure that until the next few days the case that befell the foster children of Laura's mother will still be the topic of warm conversation of people around here.

"Don't think too much about what Laura's mother's foster child is going through."

Ana seemed to understand what was troubling Seroja's mind. Since hearing the news of the murder, Seroja has appeared to be silent. Usually there are only the talk of the woman, but since the news of the murder, suddenly he became more silent.

"Sus, what does Sister Ana think about Laura's mother's foster child who was the victim of the murder?"

"That must be a loss, Ma'am. Loss because at the end of his life, he left this world in a bad state or commonly called su'ul khotimah."

"Will a person who dies in su'ul khotimah go straight to hell?"

Sister Ana only reviewed a little of her smile while also looking out the window with a glaring look as well. "Enterring a dead person into heaven or into hell is the prerogative of God. We never know anything this man has done in his entire life. Perhaps there was some good that had been done that might ease the torment of his grave." Sister Ana again commented on her slight smile as she turned to Seroja. "With this incident, Seroja should be much grateful, because Seroja became one of the servants of God who got his guidance. Now all Seroja has to do is do a lot of good deeds and always ask that always be given determination to remain Istiqomah in self-improvement. That way InshaAllah at the end of life mbak Seroja will get what is husnul khotimah."

Ana's speech successfully penetrated the Seroja heart chambers and made him beat fast. It turns out that this is the answer from God when he asked why God did not just take his life away when he was in the turmoil of life that had been falling on him. Yes, God gave him the opportunity to repent, to improve himself and to gather the provision of good deeds that he would bring back to an eternal life.

Seroja put on a sweet smile on her lips. He leaned towards Ana and hugged this woman tightly. "For me, sister Ana is like an angel sent by God for my family. I'm really grateful to have known Sister Ana. Thank you very much Sister, thank you."

"Sama-sama Ma'am. May we be one of the women of the last days who always get the light of love from Allah SWT."

The crystal thread was dripping back from Seroja's eye fertilizers. For some reason now his heart seems easily touched especially if you remember a phase that will be passed by humans, namely death.

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While peering at the face of the night goddess hiding behind the clouds, the twenty-seven-year-old was endlessly painting the sweet smile she had. Although this night looks a little somber but a little soft radiance of the moon is able to create a warm atmosphere on the human earth. Gives a little warmth in this cold atmosphere.

The young man's gaze was slightly glazed. Remembering the first moments he was reunited with his childhood friend. A meeting that he had never expected before and left only a speck of happiness.

The judge who had just finished with a juz he read, rushed to Fakhru who was standing glued to the night goddess who even refused to show her face. Choose to drown behind the clouds. It was the ceaseless smile on the young man's lips that nailed the judge's attention. The young man seemed to be smiling to himself.

Fakhru slightly jerked. He shifted his eyes to look at this young ustadz standing beside him. "I'm fine Tadz. Even very good."

The judge chuckled softly. He stared at the dark sky. "Since the antum meeting with Seroja, Ana taste antum more often smile themselves. Did that woman who made an antum smile come back after the love exam to say hello to antum?"

The judge's question successfully pinched Fakhru's heart. The Judge's question is what seems to force him to rush to find the answer. Is it indeed the presence of Seroja who has managed to make the smile that he has back them or because of something else.

"If it's Seroja, is it Tadz's fault?"

The judge smiled knot. "There's nothing wrong if antum has that feeling. What's wrong is that when antum has that feeling but doesn't take care of her chastity."

Fakhru. "I mean how's ustadz? I really don't understand."

"Istikharah, ask Allah for guidance. If indeed God gives steadiness of heart, Ana sense there is no harm if antum directly menghitahnya. Or marry her right away. So that the sanctity of love will always be awake." The judge slightly sighed deeply and slowly exhaled. "Love is a sacred feeling that comes from the owner of love and it is appropriate for us as human beings to always maintain their sanctity."

Fakhru commented on his slight smile and a warm feeling suddenly seeped into his heart when he heard every word spoken from the lips of this young ustadz. "I feel Seroja is indeed a different woman Tadz. Even though she lived in a place like this, she could still maintain her honor as a woman. And it is hijab which is one form of his obedience to Allah SWT. Is it too much if deep down in my heart the deepest awe is suddenly present say hello?"

The judge shook his head. "Absolutely not. Because it is very rare for someone who lives in a place like this who does not get carried away. So it is only natural that antum admires the figure of a woman named Seroja. And the rendezvous between antum and Seroja, who knows to be one of the signs of God, that indeed you are destined to be together."

A wide smile returned to Fakhru's lips. "Thank you so much for Tadz's revelation. I felt more and more determined to slip the name Seroja into prayer temples in each of my bow."

The judge patted Fakhru's shoulder. "May God always give you the best."

"Aamiin, aamiin, yes rabbal alaamiin."

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Waaaa..... Fakhru has begun to feel the quivering of love.. Eiitsss.... And if he knew how??? hehehe heee😆😆😆