The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 58: Open Your Heart, Fakhru

"MashaAllah .. I am deeply moved to see this all Ru."

After performing the Maghrib prayer service, Seroja, Ana, Alamanda and Fakhru sat in the porch of the surau while waiting for the entry of Isya prayer time to be able to re-create. The eyes of Seroja heated up when they saw some neighbors who lived in this localization began to come out of the surau that they had previously participated in performing the Maghrib prayer service. A sight so rare. Surau which previously only had worshipers, Seroja himself, Ana, Fakhru, Ustadz Hakim and also Alamanda are now slowly starting to have other pilgrims. The neighbors, one by one began to worship in this surau.

Fakhru commented a slight smile on his lips. The relief of the heart also seemed to be clearly reflected through the expression of his face. "Alhamdulillah wa gratefully .. I am also very moved and grateful to see a scene like this, Ja. Finally, the efforts of Ustadz Hakim preaching in this place bore fruit. And Allah will soften the hearts of those who live here. With the frequent upstadz of Judges crouched every morning and evening before the adhan reverberated, the hearts of the people in this place were moved to worship in this surau."

Fakhru understood correctly the concept that God is the one who throws away the hearts of men. What he and the Judge did was an effort to bring those around him closer to Allah. To move their hearts, only God can do it.

Hearing Fakhru's words, made Seroja slightly laugh. Still his childhood friend is humbling. Because basically this is not only the success of the Judge, but the young man also contributed in it.

"It is not only the hard work of Ustadz Hakim Ru, but you also participate in it. Time is still low like that?"

"Yes, it could be like that Ja. This is obviously the result of all of our hard work. Including you and sister Ana as well. Perhaps the prayers of you and sister Ana are tucked away for the people who are here to be worshipped by God."

Ana and Seroja throw each other a glance. Both of them smile knots and say the word 'aamiin' simultaneously.

"Oh yes Mas, ustadz Hakim these few days why not appear to be in surau? Is he attending invitations in various places to fill out studies?"

There was a slightly different scene that Ana had seen these past few days. Usually the judge is always in this surau, but later the young ustadz was not seen showing his face.

Fakhru and Seroja chuckled softly while capturing the obvious longing signals behind the questions posed by Ana.

"Is there anything Sister Ana asks ustadz Hakim? Sister Ana miss you?"

With his distinctive chalking style, Fakhru tries to seduce Ana. And sure enough, Fakhru's words successfully made Ana gasp and her cheeks red. That woman could only smile.

"Eh .. that, anu. L'm... "

Ana stuttered in response to Fakhru's words. I don't know why suddenly his tongue feels faint and unable to say anything. Shame, he was so embarrassed.

Fakhru was just laughing. There is a sense of happiness when Ana gives a response like this. Apparently, the Judge's ustadz plan to apply for Ana will get a satisfactory answer.

"Suster Ana take it easy. Ustaz Hakim is fine. He was indeed attending an invitation to fill out a study in several places. But soon he will be back." Fakhru stared at Netra Ana with a fixed gaze. "Is Sister Ana ready?"

Ana again gasped. "What do you mean?"

Fakhru smiled meaningfully. "InshaAllah will soon ustadz Hakim with his parents will come to see Sister Ana. Ustadz Hakim will come directly to propose to Sister Ana."

Ana Tetiba's heart beat irregularly when she heard Fakhru convey the Judge's good intentions to propose to her. Undeniable, the happy shafts filled the chambers of Ana's heart. Happy because there is the figure of a perfect man who intends well to make her a wife. But at once the happiness was gone when he remembered his imperfections as a woman. Did not feel a drop of clear bulir just escaped from Ana's eye fertilizer.

Fakhru and Seroja smiled faintly at Ana's facial expression that was filled with novelty, to the point that she let out her tears.

Seroja grabbed Ana's palm and grasped it tightly. "Suster Ana will be happy to live with ustadz Hakim. Welcome that happiness, Sus."

Ana stared fixedly at Seroja's bead eyes with an illegible look. He is plagued by a dilemma. He was happy to hear the news that the Judge was going to propose to him, but it was the imperfection that was in him that instantly dashed that happiness.

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The sound of crickets was heard accompanying the two humans who were talking while sitting on the porch. After performing the isya prayer service, Fakhru took the time to visit Seroja's house. As usual, the young man received a deposit of short surah memorization deposited by Alamanda. It was usually the Magistrate who did all that, but at this time when the Judge was outside this area, Fakhru took over the young ustadz's duties. After finishing, Fakhru chose to sit on the veranda and was accompanied by Seroja.

"Ja, do you think Adiba put his heart on me?"

The question from Fakhru's lips slightly made Seroja gasp. But after that a faint smile rose on Seroja's lips. He thought it was time to fulfill the promise he had promised Adiba.

"What makes you ask that Ru? Did you pick up any unusual signals from Adiba?"

Fakhru's mind was a little lightened when he remembered what the girl had done to him. "I don't understand Ja myself. But I only realized that ever since I knew Diba, he had always done something that seemed to be one of his forms of concern for me."

"One example is Ru?"

Seroja deliberately studied more in what was actually felt by his little friend. It could be that Fakhru has actually begun to be interested in the presence of Adiba, but he has not realized it.

"Yes, I feel like he's so considerate of me. Almost every day doesn't he bring me food? To the extent that my tongue is so memorized with Diba's cooking."

Seroja smiled knot. It seems that this is the right time to be able to open Fakhru's heart to Adiba. "You think Adiba is how Ru is?"

Fakhru circulated his gaze in any direction with a glaring gaze. "She's a good girl, beautiful, smart, deft, painstaking and pious. Yeah, I think it's like that."

"Then if it's like that, what else can't move you to open your heart Ru? Adiba is the perfect woman. What else are you looking for?"

Fakhru shook his head slowly. He himself felt the worry. "Come on Ja, I don't understand either. However, the sense I have for Diba is very different from what I feel for you."

Seroja smiled knot. He understood very well that what Fakhru felt towards him was not love, but just a beam of affection and a desire to protect as a friend.

"What you feel for me is not Ru's love. It's all about loving each other as friends."

Fakhru raised his shoulders. The taste stored in the heart really makes him half dead. While Seroja increasingly chuckled amusedly at the expression of the face of his little friend.

"Try opening a little of your heart Ru. Surely you will feel how Adiba is so attentive to you. He pours out the love he has for you in his own way. Certainly in a way that always gives you more attention. Is that not enough to make you understand that Diba really loves you?"

Fakhru still speaks a thousand languages. The young man dissolved in his own mind. What Seroja said is a lot of truth. Diba looks so different in his treatment. Yes, the girl does look so in love with him.

"If the promise you made to me in our childhood that you would always protect me made you so hard to open my heart, I wouldn't take it as a promise, Ru. Open your heart to receive the presence of Adiba. I am sure Adiba is the best woman God has prepared to remove any wounds you have ever felt."

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