The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 53: That woman is you!

"MashaAllah ... I really don't think if you're going home right now asking Dad to propose to a woman for you. Who's the woman who stole Dad's son's heart, hemm?"

After performing the Maghrib prayers, Lili, Mukhlas, Randy, and also the Judge gathered on the front porch. While enjoying the wedang bajigur made directly by the hands of Lili and the sweet martabak previously brought by Randy, the four people look so warm chatting. Especially the subject of the discussion this time they raised about the Judge's plan to apply for a woman. What a happy news for Mukhlas and Lili.

Randy grabbed a glass containing the wedang bajigur then he sipped slowly. "His name is Ana, Dad, Mom. Firda Ana Shafira."

"What a great name, son. Then where does he live?"

So far the judge has never told me anything about women. Once several times, the man was invited to ta'aruf with the kyai children who were around here. Even many of them sent CVs to carry out the ta'aruf process, but the Judge still refused. I don't know what kind of woman he wants. And now, suddenly the boy came with a news that he was going to propose to a woman. What a joyous news. And the two middle-aged were so curious, coming from which woman was the son's choice.

"Ana lives in the localization, Dad, Mom!"

Hearing the word localization made the middle-aged second eyeball perfectly round. Both bodies were a little shocked. Surprised to death by what was spoken from the lips of the Judge. Not only Lili and Mukhlas, Randy was also surprised to not believe.

But the Judge's speech seemed to pull Randy's memory will be a moment ago, precisely when he stared from afar the ex-wife while in the surau. Yes, Randy remembered that this man was one of the men who was with Seroja in the surau.

Ana? The localization? Could it be that this Ana that was meant by ustadz Hakim was Ana's sister? Who has been helping Seroja take care of her mother and sister? Oh, o Allah .. what is this sign? But is it possible that it was Sister Ana?

Randy dissolved in his own thoughts. It was unexpected that at this time the people he met were still closely related to Seroja. Like a thread that will deliver it back to the ex-wife.

"Son, you're not kidding, are you? What do you mean to say that your future wife lives in a localization?"

There was a moment of silence after the judge said that the wife-to-be lived in the localization. But the atmosphere of silence was successfully broken by Mukhlas who tried to ask for an explanation from the son.

The judge smiled knot. Things like this he had predicted before, that both his parents would be surprised when he heard what he said.

"Dad, Mother ... The judge asked Father and Mother not to look from the outside, especially from where Ana lived. Ana is a good woman Well, Mom. Even very well. He can take care of himself with the hijab. And she was also so painstakingly a nurse to a little girl who couldn't see. Not just physical care. The little girl's faith was also nurtured and cared for by Ana. To the Judge, she was indeed a very special woman."

Randy is further aghast, it turns out that it is true that the Ana the Judge is referring to is Ana's sister. And that little girl is Alamanda. But he can't do anything. He must remain in his position, as if he did not know what the Judge was saying.

The judge scanned the facial expressions of his parents. Now, their faces looked a little calmer. "Although he lives in a place that in most people's eyes is a dirty place, yet Ana can still keep her honor Well, Mom. InshaAllah the Judge has set his heart to question Ana. May Father and Mother give you blessing and pleasure."

Mukhlas and Lili stared at each other. For a moment, both of them were in silent mode. However, not long after, both of them nodded.

"Alright, son, I'm ridho and give your blessing. After all, it will be you who will live a married life, if you have established your heart, Mom and Dad just pray and give your blessing."

The mother's words were like a morning dew that was so soothing to the heart. A wide smile was clearly painted on the lips of the young ustadz. "Thank you so much Father, Mother, the Judge is really happy."

Mukhlas also carved a big smile to see the happiness of the son who was so visible on his face. What else is the dream of parents if not the happiness of the child?

"Then, when did this father's son want to propose to that woman? Three more months? Six more months? Or another year?" ask Mukhlas who wants to know when the son will propose to the woman of his choice.

The judge shook his head faintly. "Not everything Well?"

"Then?"

"Two weeks, Dad. Two more weeks Judge wants to apply for Ana in person!"

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After Isya's prayer, Fakhru visited the Seroja residence. On the porch, the two are seen sitting opposite each other.

Seroja chuckles amusedly. Fakhru forced him to eat what was in the box. "Spend Ru. It was Diba's, wasn't it? And that's special to you!"

The aroma of seblak spice is so stinging in Seroja's nose when his little friend opened the lid of the lunch box. The menu is specially made by Adiba for Fakhru.

Fakhru began to scoop up a cloth containing macaroni, eggs, and also crackers. He put it in his mouth and began to enjoy the sensation of pleasure from this seblak.

"Diba makes this much. I worry if I can't spend it alone. Therefore, let's eat Ja!"

Seroja shook his head to see Fakhru who was so greedy to enjoy the seblak in front of him. His childhood friend has not changed. He made this menu his favorite food.

"I'm sure you can spend it all Ru. Hows it? Diba's delicious, right?"

Fakhru grabbed the bottle of mineral water that was beside him. Slowly, he gulped down the bottle of mineral water. "Yes, Diba is good at cooking. The cooking is delicious. When at the parlour of Mr. Abdul, several times I often eat the results of Diba's cooking, and it tastes delicious. Almost the same as the cooking at home."

Seroja smiled meaningfully. He is sure that Fakhru can fall in love with the cuisine made by the beautiful girl. Already beautiful, shalehah, educated and good at cooking. What a portrait of the man's dream woman.

"Do you not want to confuse Adiba, Ru? She's the perfect woman. It'll be a good companion for you."

Seroja purposely to learn personal things about Fakhru. He has promised to help Adiba to be close to Fakhru, with like this he is sure to dig deeper information about his childhood friend.

For a moment, Fakhru stopped the chewing. Still staring before him, the young man shook his head slowly. "No Ja. I have absolutely no intention of interrupting Adiba."

"Why can it be so Ru? Adiba is the perfect woman. So what's less than him?"

"I can't, Ja!"

"Try to tell me what's your reason Ru?"

"Because I've loved another woman."

Seroja was flabbergasted to hear Fakhru's words. As far as he knew, the man did not look close to any woman. But why now he says that he loves another woman. "W-who's Ru? Why don't I know?"

The head of Fakhru who was previously bowed, now a little he docked. In this position, he could clearly see the beautiful face of his childhood friend. Fakhru's gaze was accompanied by Seroja's bead eyes which also stared at him. And now the two's view is turning.

Fakhru showed a slight smile to the point of displaying dimples on his cheekbones and his teeth. "Woman is you, Ja. You, Seroja Ayu Anjani!"

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