The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 54: I'm a Sinner

For a few minutes, the two people seemed to be drifting in each other's minds. Silent, no one spoke. But thereafter....

"Pffttttt .. hihihihihihi, O Allah Fakhru, I laugh at your words."

The silence that was created was broken by laughter from Seroja's lips. The woman who had just been amazed and fixated on hearing the words of her childhood friend, now laughed for a moment. Fakhru's words really managed to shake his stomach. In fact, her tears started to come out because she was so scared.

Fakhru tried to stare at the bead of his little friend's eyes. After a while he was reunited with Seroja, it could not be denied if in his heart appeared a sense that was difficult for him to describe. A feeling that only leaves a happy feeling when looking at the face of this woman.

"Do you think I'm kidding Ja?"

Seroja stopped her laughter. Now he scanned Fakhru's facial expression intently, If this man is joking, it is certain that he also laughed. But this time, from the face of the man looked so serious, as if to emphasize that what he said was not kidding. From the look in his eyes, the man looked serious about what he said.

"I feel like you're kidding, Ru."

Dodging from the glare of sharp eyes like arrows shot from his bow, Seroja lowered her face. He did not want to be too late for the charm of the handsome face of a young man sitting in front of him.

Fakhru commented on his slight smile, realizing that what he was saying made his childhood friend surprised him. But what can he do if what he feels is different. The pieces of childhood memory go back to playing around in his mind and make the man want to fulfill the promise he once made. Take care of Seroja and always be there for that woman.

"I'm not kidding at all, Seroja. I really have a feeling that's so special to you." Fakhru paused for a moment what he said. Trying to dispel all the turmoil of taste in his heart. He looked back at the bead of the eyes of the woman who was currently in the transfixed mode. "Seroja, are you willing to help me to fulfill the promise I once made? A promise where I will always keep and always be around you to protect you? And that's all I can do by making you my wife."

Seroja was increasingly stunned by what Fakhru said. Carrying a million flavors in the chest that feel so happy as well as heartwarming. What the man had said in his childhood, he still remembered. And now after decades of being reunited, he is well-intentioned to fulfill those promises.

Seroja threw his net gaze in any direction. Trying to avoid the million charms that emanated clearly through the look of the man's eyes. He moved from his sitting position, and chose to stand on the edge of the veranda.

Which unhappy woman is directly attracted to the figure of a perfect man like Fakhru? The figure of a man who is one of the forms of man who is so obedient to His Lord. Where every footing is always in piety. Making the ridho of the Maha grasping life to cover every trace of his life steps. Any woman will instantly nod her head, with open arms accepting her good intentions.

"I'm a sinner, Ru. It's not worth getting love from a servant who fears you."

That is what is said from Seroja's lips. As a series of initial sentences that will open the next series of sentences to tell the destiny of life as it has lived so far.

Fakhru slightly gasped at what answer Seroja gave, but the man only smiled at the knot.

There is a sudden bitterness that overwhelms Seroja's heart, when he will reveal everything that has ever happened in his life. But this is what he has to do. To be frank about his dark past. A trace of the past would probably be something damning for him to accept a man who came to him.

A slightly rough breath sounded out from Seroja's lips. His eyes still poked forward. Circulate in any direction. Although his chest felt so tight, but this he had to do. Certainly to open both eyes Fakhru, that he is not as good as what is in his mind.

"I am an adulterer and a widow, Fakhru!"

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The clear crystal threads accompany a series of words spoken from the lips of Seroja. In the presence of his little friend, who is currently asking him to be his life companion, he tells the stories that accompany his life path. The pieces are like puzzle pieces, which if assembled will not form a frame of life other than a dark frame of life. A dark life, where no light comes near. Which actually makes it more mired into the abyss so dark.

Seroja covered her face with her palms. Trying to hide the tears from the window of his heart. There was a sense of tightness when he tried to reopen the black sheets that existed in his past. However, the relief was immediately felt at the moment now there was nothing else he covered in front of this man.

Fakhru who was still sitting on a wooden chair on the veranda of Seroja's house could only stare at the back of the woman who was currently behind him. His face was filled with shock, his lips as if he was unable to say anything. His heart also felt sembilu slashed when he heard the life story like what was experienced by Seroja. He never thought if Seroja experienced the pettiness of life like this.

"That's the way of life I live, Ru. I am not good and not as good as you think. Behind this veil that I'm wearing, there are some black spots that until now will never be able to shed."

Fakhru sighed deeply and slowly he exhaled. He was a clear grain that also escaped from his eye pelupuk. And with all his might, he tried to dispel all the tightness in the chest.

Fakhru commented a slight smile on his lips. The man was still staring fixedly at the back of the woman who was currently still in a position to back him.

"We are sinners in our own way. With the prayer. With zina. With riya'. With the arrogance of success we have gained. With pride in what we have. And with the idle things that we have unconsciously done. Do you still feel holy? And feel far more perfect than others by assuming they are contemptible of us? However, no matter how filthy and despicable this self is assured that God's forgiveness and His compassion are greater than anything else. He always extends His hand to bring us back into His arms. Hugging tightly into our bodies in His grace and compassion."

Fakhru paused his speech when the body of the woman before him still did not respond at all. But he did not give up. He is confident in the taste he has for Seroja. Everyone has a past, and everyone deserves a second chance to fix it.

"I don't care what your past is, Seroja. Right now I know, you are a woman who obeys His Lord. With the hijab and the long clothes that bandage your body. And a woman who has a million charms that can make a man fall in love. And I was one of those men. I stay in my stance. I'm Fakhru Miftahul Haq want to keep an eye on you, Seroja Ayu Anjani!"

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Sorry, for the delay in updating the latest episode, Brother... The previous two parts were actually uploaded on Saturday night, but I don't know why only today can publish. And it became to double-double because yesterday I tried to continue to be able to publish, but it was still a review process only. And turn can publish, uh two parts directly together appear 😄😄🙏🙏 May be able to continue to enjoy every part yes kak🥰🥰