The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 59: Shocked

"Let me take it, Diba!"

Diba seems to object to bring a large carton containing jus-ama, qur'an, iqro' and some hadith that he dropped from the car. Abdul, the father, gave it as one form of donation to surau who was in the localization. He hopes to help a little one of the Qur'an love programs for the younger generation.

Just as Diba was about to set foot to enter this small alley, Fakhru had already welcomed his arrival. He smiled when Fakhru's handsome face was in front of him.

"Thank you A'."

"Yes Diba, the same."

The large cardboard was taken over by Fakhru, and he began to swing his legs to the surau. While Diba, he again opened the car door, he took a bushel containing a menu for breakfast, of course, a special breakfast menu for the handsome young man who shaleh. After that, he gushed his feet, following Fakhru who had been several steps in front of him.

"I heard from Seroja, the people around here have started many who come to surau for congregational prayer huh A'?"

Sitting on the porch of the mane and putting down the bushel he was carrying, Diba began to open his chat with Fakhru. As usual, the young girl's heart was always filled with overwhelming nervousness when faced directly with Fakhru.

The large cardboard was placed in front of a bookcase made of glass, and he began to arrange what was carried by Diba into the shelf.

"Alhamdulillah, the people here have started to come to surau for congregational prayer, Diba. And the little ones also start coming here every afternoon to teach. I'm sorry, because I rarely visit your father's home. Ustadz Hakim also happens to have an agenda outside, so I'm the one focusing here."

Diba gave a little smile. There was something different when the handsome young man who shaleh became rarely visited the orphanage. The taste is a little different. But he was grateful because he was still given the opportunity to interact with this young man. Of course when he came to this localization area.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm glad to hear that, A'. Oh yes, aa' Fakhru breakfast first yes. Umi cooked chicken soup for Aa'. Mumpung is still warm, there is no harm if aa' Fakhru eats first."

Diba began to open the structure of the rantang he brought from his residence. Patently, the beautiful girl prepared breakfast for this handsome young man.

"Feel your umi or Diba's cooking?"

With a slight chuckle, Fakhru responded to Diba's remark. It seemed that the girl's words slightly tickled her ears. Because the girl always said that the food she brought was the result of the cuisine of the Umi. He also took a seat in front of Adiba.

Diba gasp. His facial expression looked a little clumsy. He really feels nervous if until the taste of the cuisine is not in accordance with the taste of Fakhru.

"Eh, that's anu... "

"There is no need to hide behind the word umi cuisine, Diba. Why don't you just say that this is your cooking?"

Grabbing the bushel that was in front of him. Scooping rice menu, vegetable soup and also tempe fried, Fakhru began to enjoy this breakfast menu this morning. As usual, Adiba's cuisine does taste so delicious.

"I'm afraid if the taste of the cuisine is not good A'. I don't feel confident."

"You don't have to feel insecure. Your cooking is good. Just like my mom and grandma. God willing, if God gives permission, I will introduce you to them sometime."

Fakhru's successful speech made both of Diba's eyeballs perfectly rounded. "D-introduced to Aa's mother and grandmother'?"

Fakhru nodded his head. "Yes, I introduce you to them. Hows it? Are you ready?"

Diba's heart beats irregularly. The girl tetiba felt a half-dead nervousness. However, a small nod of his head was enough to signal that he agreed. "InshaAllah I'm willing, A'."

"Alhamdulillah then. InshaAllah in the near future mom and dad will come to Bandung."

O Allah .. aa' Fakhru will introduce me to his parents? Is it possible this is as a sign that aa' Fakhru will.... Oh my God, I'm really nervous.

Fakhru looked at the shade of Diba's netra, and slightly commented on his smile.

I will try to open my heart. True what Seroja said, I just stuck on a love for a friend, where he wanted to always protect his best friend. Allah ... I rely on all Your ordinances. If Adiba is indeed a woman whom You have prepared for me, I will greet her presence with gratitude.

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"What Sir? So you rented that shophouse?"

By phone, Seroja was a little surprised when the owner of the shophouse that yesterday he came back to contact him. After yesterday he was made fun of for not being able to pay the rent as offered, today the owner of the shop contacted him and said that he so rent the shophouse. What a shocking news.

"Yes, I apologize for my attitude yesterday. I hope he hasn't found a new place and can occupy this shophouse."

Seroja's face looks sparkling when he hears the words of the owner of the shop. Finally, the wrong desire to have a much wider production site can be realized immediately.

"For the rent money there is no need to think. The most important thing is that he immediately occupies this shop. For rent can pay another day."

Seroja's forehead is getting shriveled. He who was surprised by changing his mind the shop owner who suddenly, now the shop owner asked him to pay the rent in the next day? Really, it's a very confusing thing.

"Loh sir, what does this mean? I don't understand!"

"Yeah mbak, the important thing is that at eight o'clock comes to the ruku. I'm waiting there!"

"All right then sir!"

Tutt... Tutt...

Seroja is still confused by what he just experienced. That was what made Ana who happened to pass in front of Seroja a little astonished.

"Mbak Seroja why? How come such a confused person?"

Seroja gasped and slightly worked his eyes. He looked towards Ana. "Sus, I'm really confused by what the owner of the shophouse did yesterday. Suddenly he asked me to occupy his ruko."

Ana reviewed her slight smile. "Why should I be confused? It could be that the owner of the shophouse needed urgent money so that he released the shophouse to mbak Seroja at a price that yesterday had been negotiated Seroja."

"But Sus, the owner of this shophouse actually asked me to pay him another day and not now. What was the real try that the shopkeeper was aiming for?"

Ana chuckled softly. Whatever Seroja considered as something confusing, he just considers that this is all the way from God to facilitate all efforts Seroja in realizing his dream. "No need to confuse Ma'am. InshaAllah this is a blessing for Seroja. Now it's better if Seroja gets ready. Hasn't Seroja been awaited by the shop owner?"

Seroja wastes a little rough breathing. Although confusion still shackled his heart, he tried to stay calm and think positively.

"Alright Sus, I'm getting ready first."

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With vigorous steps, a pair of legs of Seroja wrapped in milk-brown flat shoes were down the shoulder of the road on the side of which many stood neatly lined shophouses. The veil she was wearing fluttered, if the baby's caress began to pounce on her. A wide smile also appears to decorate the face of his father because soon his dreams to have a new business place can be realized soon.

But the big smile turned instantly into a facial expression full of shock when he saw the sight of several pick-up cars that lowered some sewing machines right in front of the shop he would occupy. His forehead shriveled and slowly, he swung his legs to get closer to the pick-up car.

"Excuse me sir, sorry, why are these sewing machines down here huh? Whose order is this?"

The pick-up driver picked up something in his pants pocket and began to open a piece of paper that Seroja believed to be a payment receipt.

"These sewing machines are ordered on behalf of Seroja Ayu Anjani Mbak."

Seroja's body was shocked for a moment. "Seroja Ayu Anjani?"

The driver nodded his head. "Yes Ma'am. Seroja Ayu Anjani."

"But I've never ordered a sewing machine in this quantity, sir."

The driver just smiled. "I don't understand either. But it is written here that the name Seroja ordered. Me and the team just sent it."

"But sir, I don't have enough money to buy any of this. Better just bring back these sewing machines."

"Mbak Seroja take it easy. All of these sewing machines have been paid off. So Seroja doesn't have to pay for it."

Again Seroja could only be aghast and shocked to death. Both of his eyes were perfectly rounded and his lips were gaping wide. "What???!!"

Always happy for you, baby....

Said a man who was in the car who had been lurking Seroja movements.

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