The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 60: Later Night

Seroja frowned her body behind the wide window that was in the corner of this room. Both of his eyes stared intensely at the atmosphere outside, where iron horses were seen starting to pass by and filled the paved streets of this city. The sound of the honking horn that was mutually unpretentious as if vying to show their existence, becoming the ruler of the road.

The unexpected events that he experienced today increasingly make him dissolve in a mind that is so complicated like a tangled thread. Do not understand how he can unravel the knot of the yarn so that it can return to how it was. The owner of the shophouse who suddenly allowed his rukonya to occupy. Payment of rent that is allowed to be paid in another day. Several sewing machines were suddenly sent to this shophouse. Then the existence of the owner of the shophouse who suddenly disappeared, either where because the key of the shophouse was entrusted to the owner of the next shophouse as if to be a scenario someone who secretly wanted to help him. Yes, Seroja is getting more and more convinced that someone is behind this. Someone behind the scenes who helped him to realize all his dreams and dreams.

"Oh my God, who really did all this for me? Who's the good guy who's secretly helping me?"

Seroja is busy monologuing softly while throwing a little rough breath. The more he dissolves in that thought, the more deadlock he gets.

"Hopefully someday, I can meet that nice guy to express my gratitude."

Seroja who was dissolving in his own mind was immediately stunned when he heard the footsteps of some people who were downstairs. At first glance, Seroja gave her a slight smile because everyone she invited to present to this place had arrived. Seroja turned his heels, and began to step foot to approach his guests.

"O Allah, may You always give salvation and happiness to the good man, for it is from him that I can help to empower the potential of those around me."

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"MashaAllah. What's going on?"

Still with a sarong and a cocoa shirt wrapped in his body, Mukhlas was seen entering the Judge's room which he had left open. The middle-aged man landed his butt on the edge of the bed and stared fixedly at what the son was doing. Yes, the son seemed to be carving an endless smile in front of the mirror.

"Dad could have. Nothing has changed from the Judge, Dad. The judge looks good as always."

Mukhlas just laughed at the words of his son only wayang this. Yes, like this Judge, although he often went out to fill religious studies, he was still a child who was always spoiled when he was near his parents.

"Have we been to Ana's house tonight?"

The judge turned around, he stepped on his feet to get closer to his father and sat by his side. "InshaAllah Well, tonight we come to Ana's residence."

"Are we going to be welcomed by Ana's parents, son?"

The judge sighed a little deeply and slowly exhaled. "It doesn't look like it's Yeah."

Mukhlas' forehead shriveled slightly. Little did he understand what the son was saying. "no? You mean how's Nak?"

"Look Yeah. As the Judge knows, Ana becomes the nurse of an eight-year-old little girl who can't see. And he lives in that localization not with his family."

"Then, where do Ana's parents live?"

"That's what the Judge doesn't understand Well, because so far in the interaction of Judge and Ana never discussed the matter of Ana's family. Therefore, later that night when we come to see Ana, we can ask further about her family."

"All right then, son. I leave everything to you. If you're sure you're going to live a married life with Ana, Mom and Dad can only give you your blessing."

"Thank you Dad. Hopefully after this, our efforts to find the existence of a sister are given ease by God Yes Yah."

Mukhlas nodded slowly. Although the pessimism was so strong to shackle his heart, but he believes if someday, he will be reunited with his biological daughter who had been lost like in the swallow of the earth.

"Well, there's actually something stuck in the heart of the judge when he met and confronted one of the women."

Mukhlas' body was a little flabbergasted. The two middle-aged man's eyes were perfectly rounded. "Son, don't joke. You just had the intention to propose to Ana, but why did you suddenly move to another heart?"

The judge turned to his father and laughed. "That's not what the judge meant, Dad. The judge doesn't move to another heart."

"Then you mean how's son?"

The judge breathed a little rough. It felt like he had to tell Seroja to his father.

"The name is Seroja, Dad. She is the older sister of the little girl Ana took care of."

"Then? What kind of feeling do you have for that woman called Seroja?"

"Either Yah. The judge did not understand. But it feels like the Judge is so close to Seroja. Like I've known for a long time. In fact, it had only been a moment that the Judge had met him."

Mukhlas only smiled faintly hearing the son's words. The middle-aged man grabbed the Judge's palm and grasped it tightly. "Is it possible that what you feel for a woman named Seroja is like a sister's affection for her sister?"

The judge could only nod. He did not think before, if the affection was also present for Seroja. A sudden taste slipped into his heart and it was very difficult for him to control. Really, he felt so close to the woman.

Mukhlas again commented on the slight smile on his lips. "It turns out it's not just Dad and mom who miss one of our long-lost family members. You seem to miss him a lot, too, son."

"It seems so well. The judge really misses sister."

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"Suster Ana why does it look so moody?"

Seroja who had just arrived home, was a little confused by what Ana was doing in the afternoon today. The woman was seen sitting alone on the porch with a glaring mind with a slightly grim countenance.

Ana turned to the direction of the source of the voice. And only a faint smile rose on his lips. "Ustadz Hakim and his parents will visit here tonight."

Seroja. "You want to come here? That means Sister Ana will... "

Seroja speech is trimmed when the happy blobs feel so yawning in the chest. Yeah, happy because the Ustadz Hakim family will come here to propose to Sister Ana.

Ana just nodded slowly. "Yes Ma'am, ustadz Hakim and family will come here to propose to me."

"MashaAllah .. I am really happy Sus. But why does Sister Ana's face look so moody? What's going on in Sister Ana's heart?"

"I'm just afraid that I will disappoint Ustadz Hakim and his family because of the flaws that exist within me. At any rate, I will never be able to give offspring to Ustadz Judge."

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