The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 62: Inner Bonds?

"Let's go to Ustadz and the family! I'm sorry, but we're just like this!"

The drizzle that fell to the earth did not dampen the good intentions that had been imprinted in the heart. After traveling for approximately half an hour, in the end the Judge and family arrived at the residence Seroja. Their smile expands when in front of the net has stood a beautiful woman with a modern silver dress that graciously welcomes and invites them to enter the living room area.

Netra Mukhlas and Lily stared at the shade of this beautiful woman standing before them. A meaning-laden gaze accompanied by an unceasing smile was painted on the lips of the two middle-aged men.

"Son, is this woman named Ana?"

Still not wanting to take his eyes off the figure of this beautiful woman before him, Mukhlas tried to ask who this woman was to the son. As for the Judge, he could only give a small chuckle.

"Dad, this woman is not Ana. He is Seroja, who just a moment ago the Judge told me."

"MashaAllah .. it turns out that it is true what you say Son, this woman named Seroja is indeed beautiful."

The judge was getting worse. "Dad, don't talk like that. If Ana had heard this father's words, she might have felt jealous because the Judge had praised the beauty of the other woman behind her." The judge linked his gaze towards Seroja. "Is that so, isn't Ja?"

Seroja also chuckled a little, making Lily who had been staring fixedly at Seroja's face was increasingly made shocked half to death.

Why do I feel familiar with this woman's smile? This woman's smile reminds me of someone, but who? And oh my God, why has my heart become so ungodly? I felt what the Judge felt, I felt like I knew this woman.

Seroja's body slightly bent. He grabbed Mukhlas' palm and he kissed the middle-aged man's back. "I'm Seroja, Sir. While Sister Ana is still inside and definitely much prettier than me."

The deg!!!

There was a different feeling that suddenly seeped into Mukhlas' heart when the back of his hand was frowned upon by Seroja. He was glued, trying to figure out what he was really feeling. To the extent that he did not realize if the woman was finished with her ritual peeling the back of Mukhlas' hand.

The judge just shook his head. He was so surprised by the body language revealed by his father.

"Well, why are you even glued like this? What's wrong with Dad?"

The judge who deliberately patted Mukhlas' shoulder gently successfully made the middle-aged man regain his consciousness. He blinked his eyes, and returned a smile. "Astaghfirullah .. Sorry son. You really get carried away. Seeing you, as if reminding you of someone. But you don't know who that guy is."

Seroja and Hakim look at each other. The two just slicked each other's shoulders. Maybe the Judge understood what the father was going through, where the middle-aged man missed the long-lost figure of the princess. As for Seroja, he really did not understand what the middle-aged man said.

The judge shifted her net link towards the mother. Almost the same as what happened to the father, the middle-aged woman could also only be transfixed. With a face that is difficult to read.

"Mother, this is Seroja. Ana, though, is still inside."

Lily was a little aghast when the Judge's palm slapped her shoulder. He who had previously drowned in the sea of geolak a very foreign taste he felt, now began to rise again to the surface. The woman smiled wryly, presenting the sweetest smile she had.

Just like he did to Mukhlas, Seroja slightly bent her body, grabbed Lily's palm and kissed the middle-aged woman's back.

The deg!!

Just like how the husband feels. Lily also felt a different taste when Seroja's lips intensely kissed the back of her hand.

"I'm Seroja, Mom. Sister Ana's brother!"

Seroja took her hand off Lily's hand. Seroja's body was straightened again, and now her position was standing right in front of the middle-aged woman.

With a gaze full of shade, Lily carved a sweet smile on her lips. "Your name is Seroja?"

Seroja nodded slowly. "Yes, Mom. I'm Seroja. Seroja Ayu Anjani."

"What a beautiful name. Exactly the same as the man." Lily paused for a moment. Slightly hesitant, he said a sudden desire filled the spaces of his heart. But in the end, he revealed it. "Son, may I ask you something?"

Seroja's forehead is slightly shriveled. "What is Mom? If I could, I would do it."

"May I hold you, son? Just for a second?"

Seroja. He glanced slightly at the judge. While the Judge only nodded slowly as a signal for Seroja to do it. He also nodded faintly.

"Please Ma'am. Mommy can hug me!"

Grep...

Nyess....

"Yes Allah .. If I could find my daughter, she would be the same age as you, son. She would definitely also grow into a very beautiful woman."

Lily was no longer able to withstand all the emotional impulses that were in it. Emotions of longing for the princess who felt increasingly explosive filled the chambers of his heart. And now, after he hugged Seroja's body, it was like hugging his own daughter. The princess who was lost twenty-seven years ago. Until in the end, he vented all forms of taste in the chest through the tears that flooded the middle-aged woman's face.

Seroja's body only froze and was transfixed when she felt the middle-aged woman's body tremble a little and bewildering in her arms. I don't know what happened, he felt like there was something different when hugging Lily's body.

Oh Allah ... What is this feeling? Why was my heart made melancholic when I heard Lily's mother make a cry like this? And, ah.. What is this feeling? I-I feel so close to Lily's mom?

Seroja is busy monologuing in the heart. He was so dissolved in his own mind due to a sudden turmoil of taste that attacked him. Meanwhile, Hakim and Mukhlas, both of them can only stare fully at what scenery is presented before their eyes. Although Lily looks charming her cries, but happiness is clearly framed on Lily's face. In the end, Lily broke her embrace.

The woman chuckled as she rubbed the dew points that drenched her cheeks. "I'm sorry, son. Mom was really carried away. If it's like this, I can't if I don't cry. Because really, if you meet a woman about twenty-seven years old, you always think of your daughter."

Seroja also can only smile knots. "It's okay, Mom. May the longing that Mother feels for the princess, be slightly relieved by hugging me."

Lily smiled meaningfully. "It's true what you say, son. Mother's longing was a little taken care of after meeting you."

Seroja spread his gaze around. There was a little strangeness that he felt. "Astaghfirullah hal 'adziim..."

"What's Seroja? How come it seems so surprised like that?"

"Ustadz, why are we just standing in the doorway? And not go inside? Oh my God, I'm really sorry, sir, Mom!"

Seroja was a little surprised when he realized that from now on, he just let his guests stand in the doorway. He can only smile awkwardly. Feeling bad.

The judge also laughed. So late in the atmosphere like this, making him also newly aware if he was still in front of the terrace.

"Well, are you now letting us in, Seroja?" the judge said with a joking grin.

"Oh Allah, Ustadz. Have I not invited Ustadz Hakim and his father and mother to come inside? But why are you still standing here?" timpal Seroja who does not seem to want to be blamed for the case of holding guests on the terrace like this.

"alright. Dad, Mom, let's go in. The house thrower has let us in. Poor Ana, from now on she's been waiting for our arrival."

Mukhlas smiled knot. "All right, let's go in. And we're starting this proposal. Apparently you can't wait to be able to immediately confuse Ana, son?"

"Good intentions must be quickened, Father. To avoid slander."

Mukhlas. "Well, but where's Randy's son? Didn't he just say that he was coming here?"

"It's just that Randy's giving word if he has a sudden need Well, so he can't catch up with us."

The deg!!!

Seroja's heart rumbled a little when he heard a very familiar name in his ears.

Randy's? Randy who is meant by ustadz Hakim and his family. Is mas...? Ah, no, no. Randy's name is not just Randy's, there are a lot of Randy's names in this city. And of course, that's not the Randy guy I know.

In the end, the people who had previously gathered on the terrace, now began to swing their legs to enter the living room area where there has been a red carpet that is ready to do the application process of Ustadz Hakim.

As for the one who was still inside the room, he could only waste a slightly rough breath. Trying to get rid of all the nervousness he felt.

Launch and bless the evening, O Allah.. Aamiin, aamiin yes rabbal alaamiin...

Unbeknownst to them, beside Seroja's residence, also stood a man with a small umbrella in his hand.

Verily, I would love to join the Ustadz Judge and the family to come to your residence, my dear. But really, I'm not ready to meet you. I'm sorry, because this is the only way I can take care of you. Make sure that you are okay.

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Patience... Patience... Entering November, I apologize if I am so often late to update the latest episode.. Please pray that the event that I will hold in this month, always given smoothness. 😘😘😘