The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 50: Social Services

"Where are you going, son? How is the clock tumben this way already neat?"

Aisya who was crossing in front of the princess's room which he left open, a little astonished by what his son did this time, because not usually he was neat at half six in the morning like this. The middle-aged woman swung her legs, carrying her body for her to sit on the edge of the bed.

Her smile was clearly visible on the lips of the twenty-four-year-old girl. He stuck a needle under his chin while trying to answer what the mother asked. "Diba wants to help a' Fakhru for social service, Umi."

"Social service? Where is that kid?"

"In the localization area of this city."

Adiba's answer successfully made Aisha aghast at once. "At localization? Isn't that wrong, kid?"

Diba turned his back when what he did was complete. Wearing a hijab and a robe to cover his entire limbs.

The girl shook her head. "No Umi, not mistaken. A' Fakhru these past few weeks before teaching the orphanage, he was indeed in the localization. Help the Judge preach there."

A shocked roar was clearly visible on the middle-aged woman's face. Because not only Fakhru, the Judge who incidentally as an ustadz is also in the localization. "Is that not too dangerous for them, son? Especially about the perceptions of the people who idolize them, especially the Judge?"

Adiba commented a slight smile on his lips. He shook his head again to cut down any concerns his mother might have. "In reality nothing bad happened to Hakim and a' Fakhru, Umi. They seem to enjoy what they are doing there. Thank God, their good intentions received a good reception from the people who were there. And now, a surau was successfully renovated by Hakim and a' Fakhru. After this, there will certainly be many agendas run by them to start preaching. Diba was even a little disappointed because only two days ago Diba knew the activities of a' Fakhru and Mr. Hakim. If from the beginning Diba knew, surely Diba had helped them from the beginning."

Aisya just chuckled softly. Seeing the look on the princess's face filled with twinkles of happiness, he became more and more convinced that there was a sense that was being hidden by her. "Is it implied from your words a meaning if from the beginning you know what Fakhru is doing then it can make you stay closer to the young man longer?"

Diba suddenly lowered his face. Dropped in shame because it seemed like the mother could already catch an unusual look on her face. "Diba's... "

Even his voice suddenly felt choked inside his throat. Unable to express all the sensations in the chest. A taste that seemed to grow uncontrollably and now filled the niches of the heart.

Fakhru, a handsome young man of twenty-seven years who managed to disturb the inner peace of Diba since the first time he met. A young man with polite temperament, soft speech that seemed to be a magnetic field that could attract the attention of women. Not only did he get there, the humility he had seemed to be a plus for the young man.

Dissolved to remember the initial meeting of the two until the interaction that is currently intertwined, making Diba unconscious if from then on he was just silent, silent, unceasing smile etched on the lips, he said, with a blank and bright eyes. That is what makes the mother who is increasingly flabbergasted by what is going on with this daughter.

"Son, why daydream?"

Aisya patted Diba's thigh trying to wake the child from his long daydream. What was done by the middle-aged woman was successful in making Diba's consciousness re-acquired.

Looking to the side, the sweet girl smiled faintly. "There's nothing Umi."

"Yet Umi's heart didn't say that." Aisya stared fixedly at the clear netra of the princess. Trying to figure out what Diba felt through the look in his eyes. "Did Umi's daughter fall in love with a young man named Fakhru?"

Adiba gasps his heart thumping. Not daring to stare closely at the bead of the eye of the Umi, with the intention of avoiding the gaze that seemed to demand to find meaning, he again lowered his face.

"Diba's... "

The girl returned just*mas-re*mas the tip of her headscarf. Resisting the nervousness that suddenly attacked him. He grabbed the princess's palm, and she held it tightly. The middle-aged woman smiled meaningfully before the princess.

"Is it necessary, abi and Umi act?"

The head that had previously lowered, now slightly raised. He's flabbergasted. "I-you mean Umi?"

"Abi and Umi came to Fakhru to ask you to ta'aruf?"

"But, Umi...."

"There's no harm, son. Perhaps Fakhru also welcomes what is the goodwill of abi and also Umi."

Adiba looks to weigh what was proposed by the mother. For a moment, he seemed to dissolve into his own mind. But in the end, a slow nod of the head becomes a sign that he agrees with what the mother plans.

"Okay Umi, Diba agrees. May God give you the best path."

"Aamiin ya rabbal alaamiin." Aisya rubbed the shoots of Diba's head gently and affectionately. Her heart warmed to see a blissful hue adorning the beautiful face of this daughter. "Yes, Umi prepared a bushel for you to bring to the place of Fakhru and also the Judge yes Nak. Umi has cooked the vegetables and salted fish, can for breakfast there."

"Yes Umi ... Thank you." Thank you."

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"Yes Ja, that's the egg each pack one kilo each."

Fakhru, Hakim, Seroja and Ana look busy with their activities in the morning. Some of the basic needs are already in front of them such as rice, eggs, sugar, cooking oil, sardines and also instant noodles. Later they will share these items with residents who live around here.

"Alright Ru," said Seroja while weighing the eggs in front of him.

"Suster Ana if tired please rest first."

The judge was busy weighing the original scrawled rice. But what the young ustadz said successfully made Ana flabbergasted instantly. "No ustadz, I don't feel tired at all. Just putting these things in a plastic bag doesn't give you too much energy."

"Let only Oja continue Sus. Sister Ana just take a break."

Without turning his eyes away from the rice grains in front of him, the Judge still forced Ana to rest. And instead asked Seroja who took over her job. That's what makes Seroja's lips slightly pursed.

"Ustadz Judge favoritism, right? Only Sister Ana was told to rest. I want Tadz."

"Rest how Ja? You haven't done anything yet, so where can you rest."

"Well, choose love. Though from earlier what I did was also almost the same as Sister Ana, Tadz," Seroja sneak with a slightly upset face but only made up.

Fakhru who heard the conversation of those people could only chuckle softly. "Ja, you want to know how an ustadz pays attention to the things he loves?"

Fakhru who chimed in Seroja's words successfully made Seroja jerked instantly. "Hmmmm ... What does Ru look like? I really have never seen how an ustadz gives his attention to the woman he loves."

Fakhru glanced at the Judge. A smile rose on his lips. Feeling that someone was watching him, the Judge just looked at Fakhru's face with eyes that were difficult to interpret.

"Yes like ustadz This Judge Ja. This is how an ustadz gives his attention to the woman he loves." After looking closely at the face of the Judge, now Fakhru's gaze turned to the figure of a young woman who had just lowered her face. "Suster Ana?"

"Yes Mas?"

"If ustadz Hakim wants to invite sister Ana to jointly reach for her jannah in a holy bond of marriage how?"

Both of Ana's eyeballs were perfectly wide. His lips gaped, and instantly made his body freeze. Unable to say anything. "I..."

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... "

Ana's words were interrupted when a woman's soft voice arrived at this place. People who were previously busy with their respective activities, now both turn to the direction of the source of the sound. And a beautiful girl with a blue dress and a black veil entered the porch area

"Waalaikumsalam... "

The beautiful girl who was none other than Adiba only commented a little smile with her head lowered. "I'm sorry, if I come late huh A'."

"It's okay, Diba. We've just started too. Please join here, said Fakhru.

" Thank you A'."

Diba takes a step closer to Seroja and sits next to Fakhru's childhood friend. And the five people resumed their respective activities. Hopefully before dzuhur, these basic packages can be shared immediately.

Not far from the surau , a pair of eyes belonging to someone who stood under a guava tree, staring fixed one of the women who was in the porch of the surau. His heart warmed up instantly when he saw the face of a woman who until now was still the queen in his heart.

"You look so much more beautiful with that veil, honey. May God still give me a chance to return to your side."

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