The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 4: Mother

A white gordyn with a butterfly motif on the bedroom window swings as the baby's gust feels so tight caressing it. Meliuk-liuk like dancers who are so good at moving their bodies in tandem with a beautiful tone.

A very simple room, because in this room there is only a wooden bed with a foam mattress that coats the top, a small cupboard, a small cupboard, a table on it was decorated with a tranquilizer bottle and also a plastic teapot filled with water.

Seroja stood glued to the doorway without leaf. There was only a gordyn that served as the cover of this room. And from where he stood, there was a middle-aged woman who was sleeping on the bed.

A contrasting sight when the mother is asleep like this with the condition of the mother who is awake. Under these circumstances, the middle-aged woman's face seemed so calm and peaceful. While when awake, the woman seemed to turn into a figure that was so scary, and could make the situation on the left right side so messy.

Seroja's footsteps swung to get closer to Dahlia. Slowly, he rested his butt on the edge of the bed and he kissed the woman's sleeping forehead slowly.

"Until now, I don't understand why you always hated me. Even before she was in this state, she always treated me differently. Not like a mother's treatment of her child. Actually, what's my fault, ma'am? What mistake did I make that I never loved my mother?"

The feeling of tightness again ambushed Seroja chest cavity. It is like a big stone crush that pushes the clear grains from the eye patch to drip one by one. He thought his relationship with his mother could improve, but the reality was beyond expectations. His relationship with his mother has deteriorated, especially since that dark night. One night that ruined his personal life. One night that destroyed his world and one night that after that night happened, waves of tests came crashing into his life.

The world that for most people is a place to taste the sweetness of life, but for Seroja, the world of bile that only leaves bitterness alone.

It was a clear patch of water that fell from his eyes. The woman was crying with her head down. His eyes closed, when a shadow came back to greet him. The incident two years ago was like a puzzle pieces that, if arranged, only further sliced the woman's inner pain. Right in this room. A room where the destruction of his life began.

"Why are you here? Get the fuck out of here, go!"

Dissolved in old wounds that greet and wrestle spoiled in his heart, making Seroja unconscious if his eyes closed and forget one thing that the mother could wake up from sleep at any time. Sure enough, Dahlia woke up and now her body position began to incline backward from the previous position.

Seroja's body jerked, he docked a little head and it looks the mother has put on a scary face, like a lion facing his enemy.

"Mother..."

"Go from here! Just go! You seduced my husband and made him leave me!" Dahlia throws a pillow at Seroja to vent her anger. "Basic woman teaser. Go you, go!"

Seroja went up to the bed trying to get closer to Dahlia. "Mother .. This is Seroja. Seroja's daughter's mother."

Dahlia was inching backwards, until now her feet rested on the floor. The woman shook her head while ruffling her hair. "No, no. You're not my son. You are the daughter of my future husband's usurper. And now you're teasing the man who's my husband. Damn carrier woman. Get the fuck out of here, go!"

"Mother ... Why did Mom say that? It's Seroja, Mom .. Mother's daughter."

"Mom Dahlia!"

The voice of Sister Ana who entered the room successfully made Dahlia turn towards the source of the sound. Gasps, the middle-aged woman close her body to the sister in a position like a daughter who is seeking a refuge because of being wracked by fear.

"The seductress's wife is from here Sus! Get him out of here! I don't want to see his face!"

Dahlia thrashed in the arms of Sister Ana, wanting Seroja to leave this place immediately. While Sister Ana just tried to rub Dahlia's back to give a little calm.

"Bu Dahlia why don't you want to meet Seroja? Ma'am Seroja came here with good intentions. He wants to see Dahlia's bu."

Still with sharp eyes, Dahlia's gaze seemed to be aiming more. Seen in the sunken eyes of the middle-aged woman was filled with a mist of hatred so dense. The fog may never disappear, before a ray of willingness about what happened infiltrates the recesses of his heart.

"I don't need to be found by that woman, Sus. I don't need. Now, throw out that unlucky woman in my life, throw her out Sus. Quickly drive him out!"

Dahlia seems to be getting out of control. The woman's face looks filled with emotional turmoil that exploded unstoppable so as to make Seroja more soluble in the pain that feels slicing his inner. His lips were clenched, his tongue as if he was unable to say anything. There were only tears streaming down from the window of his heart implying that he was injured. Wounded because the woman he loved so much in his life did not want his presence.

Sister Ana glanced at Seroja who was looking at her. The woman simply nodded slowly as a gesture for Seroja to leave this room immediately. As if he understood what Sister Ana said, he hurriedly brought himself out of this room. Certainly with the fragments of wounds scattered at the bottom of his heart.

Sure enough, Dahlia seemed a little calm when the look in her eyes no longer caught the shadow of Seroja. The breath that had previously been heard hunting, was now a little regular.

"Mbak Seroja is out of this room. Now Dahlia's mom is back to rest."

Like a mother who persuaded the child, Sister Ana clenched tightly to Dahlia's already slightly calmer body. Still gently, sister Ana rubbed Dahlia's back.

"He's not my son Sus, he's not my son. Never again will Sister Ana let her into my room!"

Sister Ana just nodded her head even though in her heart there was a big question mark that was bothering her. What does this middle-aged woman mean? Could there be something that until now is still a secret in Dahlia's life, which is unknown to anyone even by Seroja himself?

However, sister Ana hurriedly tried to pull over from all the questions that almost drowned her into an ever-greater vortex of curiosity. He felt it was not yet time to pry into a story that had happened in Dahlia's past.

Like a child bowing to her mother's orders, Dahlia's head nodded slowly. Without being given instructions by Sister Ana, the middle-aged woman climbed onto the bed to re-break her body.

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A strong wind hit Seroja's face which was still filled with vivid sadness. His tears had dried up yet in his heart, the fragments of the wound still felt so piercing a lump of lifeless flesh within his body. Pouring invisible blood filled with big questions about what the mother said in the room.

"I hope Seroja's mother understood what Dahlia's mother had done and said. What he said, do not make Seroja mbak discouraged so never set foot in this house again."

The sound of Sister Ana emerging from the entrance, slightly made Seroja stunned. He rubbed his face rough and began to link his gaze towards the nun who also landed her butt in the still empty lacquer.

"Is the speech of someone who is experiencing a psychiatric disorder the most honest speech, Sus?"

Seroja's voice sounded a little quivering as she called out her question. His heart was really not ready to listen to the explanation of Sister Ana if indeed what he feared was true.

Sister Ana only commented on her slight smile. Perhaps as a form of agreement with what was said by Seroja. "Not everything said by someone who has a psychiatric disorder is true Ma'am, but it does not rule out the possibility that what was said by Dahlia's mother is indeed one of the big secrets that he has been covering."

Seroja. What Sister Ana says further herds the perception that everything that comes out of her lips is the truth.

"If you look at how you've treated me since I was a child, why do I feel that what you say on your lips is true?"

Sister Ana was a little stunned. So far he does not know too much about how the relationship Dahlia with the child. For all she knew, Dahlia hated Seroja because of a misunderstanding that happened that night.

"Indeed how did Dahlia's mother treat Seroja's mother? Was rough? Or how?"

Sister Ana's curiosity further prompted the question to slide freely from her lips. Maybe from what is told by Seroja will make him more understanding with the ins and outs of the relationship of mother and child.

"Since childhood, my mother has treated me differently. It's very different from the way you treat Alamanda. I don't know, I don't understand why you treat me that way either. The mother's treatment is not like the treatment that the mother shows her child."

Seroja's eyes looked up again, remembering the treatment shown by Dahlia. Since childhood, Dahlia's gentle caress and affection had never felt at all. The woman always treated him differently. It even looks so contrasted with the treatment given to Alamanda.

Dahlia gave birth to Alamanda when Seroja was twenty-one years old. Since the birth of Alamanda, it is increasingly made Seroja realize that the treatment of the mother is very different. However, the woman never protested or felt jealous at all. He loved his sister so much.

"I can't say anything yet, Ma'am. Maybe I'll try to lure Dahlia's mother to tell her what happened in the past. Maak Seroja patiently for a moment."

Seroja smiled bitterly. He thought, the reality of what he will get will not affect anything. Because right now he is just a body figure who just follows where the stroke of fate will take him. Either bring it into happiness or even into the abyss of misery. Two years ago his body seemed to die, and it would never be able to rise again.

"Even though mom never told me about what happened in the past, I didn't really care about Sus either. My life has been ruined and it is unlikely to return to the way it was. Now I'm just doing my part to be able to support my mother and my sister."

"Mbak Seroja don't say that. The destruction of Seroja's life can be repaired. Of course by being a much better man."

Seroja shook his head slowly. "Come Sus. I am living my life with nothing. My body is lifeless. I've lost something in me since that night."

Sister Ana smiled knot. He understands very well what is the confusion felt by this Seroja. He knew very well how the pettiness of life that the last two years was experienced by this twenty-seven-year-old woman. One incident that managed to drag him into a steep and dark abyss that somehow he was able to crawl back up into a bright light.

Sister Ana clasped Seroja's hands tightly. As if giving a calm and inner comfort. "I believe that someday Seroja will get back to the true nature of life. I can only pray that God will return to the body of Seroja to be able to get out of this darkness."

Seroja stared fixed bead eyes sister Ana. "Shall I pray Sister Ana's prayer?"

"There is no harm in having Seroja amiliate, for Allah has His own way of holding and tightly embracing His servant's body to return to the right path."

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