The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 6: Missing

"Thank you so much for sending it, Ma'am. Manda would be very happy. And thanks for the game too. I really feel bad."

"Together Sus... I'm sorry, I can't come straight home. I'm just worried about making mom relapse again. I'll take Manda and also Sus's mother.".

"Yes Ma'am. God willing, I will take good care of Dahlia's mother and Manda."

The conversation between Sister Ana and Seroja over the phone ended when Manda swung her legs to reach the terrace area. Sister Ana put the phone back in her pocket and approached the little girl.

"Where are you going, honey?"

Manda who had just walked out of the room momentarily stopped her footsteps. Still looking ahead, the little girl slightly commented on her smile. "Manda wants to sit on the terrace of Sus. Sister Ana is talking to whom?"

Sister Ana approaches Manda. He grabbed the little girl by the shoulder and slowly took her to sit on the wooden chair in the room.

"Suster Ana was talking to Seroja's sister over the phone, honey. Do you know what Seroja gave Manda?"

Manda shook her head slowly. "No Sus. Manda doesn't know. Did Seroja buy what for Manda?"

Sister Ana grabbed the paper bag that she had previously placed on a small bench in the corner of the room. He put the paper bag on Manda's lap.

"Kak Seroja bought a new mukena for Manda. Mukena is so beautiful, dear. Exactly the same as Manda's pretty face."

Hearing Sister Ana's words made the twinkles of happiness vividly painted on the little girl's face. His hand fumbled over a brown paper bag and pulled out the contents stored inside.

"Suster, is this really a new mukena for Manda?"

"Really, Honey. Hasn't Seroja promised to buy Mukena for Manda? And today Brother Seroja fulfilled that promise."

Vigorously, Manda opened the zipper of the bag that wrapped the mukena. He stretched out his hands to spread the face. "Sus, what color is this mucena?"

"Because it's pink darling, just like Manda's favorite color."

"Is that really Sus? Mukena this must be pretty."

"Sure, this mukena looks very beautiful especially if Manda is wearing it." Sister Ana grabs the face in Manda's hand and she puts it on Manda's body. "Mashaallah .. You are really beautiful darling. Seroja is good at choosing. This mukena really fits in Manda's body."

The happiness was still clearly visible on Manda's face. An endless sweet smile rose on the little girl's lips. "Are you able to start praying Sus after this?"

Sister Ana nods her head even though she is aware that whatever gestures she appears in front of Manda will not be known by the little girl. "Of course Honey. From today Manda can start to pray five times. Later Manda and sister Ana can pray together."

"But Manda could not yet read the prayer and its movements. Then, how can Manda do the five prayers?"

The happiness bolt that was previously painted on Manda's face, slowly faded away. So far, he has never done what is called prayer. Making his face a little sad. He was very afraid that the Master of life would not grant his prayers because he could not and had not memorized the prayer movement.

Full of tenderness, Ana rubbed the mucus-clad Manda's head gently. One more trust that he must do is to guide Manda to become the next generation who knows who his God is. By knowing God, Ana believed that this little girl would be the savior of her family from the torment of hellfire.

"Manda doesn't have to worry. Later as a first step, sister Ana who will teach Manda to perform the prayer movement. As for her reading, most importantly Manda could memorize Surah Al-fatihah first and for others including prayer readings, Manda could listen through sister Ana's phone."

The previously slightly harried fondness on Manda's face, now slowly began to disappear. Hearing Ana's words seemed to bring back her spirit to become a child of prayer.

"Are Manda praying five times after the prayer, the prayers that Manda said can be immediately granted by God, Sus?"

Ana is still seen rubbing Manda's head and shoulders affectionately. He smiled meaningfully seeing this little girl before him so eager to begin to know who his God was. Certainly with the obligatory worship ritual that in a day as many as five times he tunaikan.

The look in Manda's eyes seemed a little glaring. The little girl seemed to be thinking of something. "Manda just wants Seroja's mom and sister to always be happy, Sus. And one day you can go to heaven." The link of the view that was previously Manda pointed forward, slowly he shifted towards the bottom. Now the little girl's head was slightly lowered. "Manda will also pray, hopefully one day, Manda can come back to see."

Sister Ana could no longer contain all the newness that had suddenly appeared to the surface of her heart. A simple prayer that is said from the little lips of this girl but actually has a deep meaning. Sister Ana pulls Manda's body to carry her into her arms.

"What a noble heart, dear. As long as Manda knows, the source of happiness for mother and sister Seroja is the presence of Manda. The son of shalihah who will be able to save mother and brother Seroja from the torment of hellfire. Sister Ana believes that someday God will grant Manda's prayers and prayers."

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Drizzle spotted wetting the earth when Seroja was sitting in one of the cafes on the outskirts of town. It is still two o'clock in the afternoon, but the atmosphere out there looks dark. It seems that the cloud cloud is still reluctant to fade and still choose to clump together to form sheep feathers, although he has managed to vomit some of the contents in the stomach in the form of water points.

Seroja keeps her phone in a bag. After her conversation with sister Ana over the phone ended, the woman called one of the waiters to order one of the favorite coffee menus in this cafe. After that, he returned to focus on seeing the situation outside that had been decorated with raindrops.

The woman looks a little relieved because in just a few moments, mukena and gamis for Manda, sister Ana and also the mother have arrived at the destination. Seroja was forced to use a courier service to be able to deliver the object to the house occupied by the three people. Because, it would be very dangerous if he delivered it himself. The mother may be re-shaken.

Not long after, the waiters came back to Seroja. And after a cup of vanilla latte and fish and chips presented in front of Seroja, and let his customers to enjoy this dish with hospitality, the waiters soon passed leaving Seroja to resume her work.

While sipping a cup of vanilla latte, Seroja still reluctant to shift his gaze from the speck of sky water that is getting bigger and bigger. He was still amazed by one of the natural phenomena like this. Although the raindrops appear so small, but still can cause a loud clanging sound when it spreads into the human sense of hearing.

"Darling .. sorry, I'm late."

The baritone voice that was still heard beside Seroja's body, made the woman's mind slightly disturbed. The baritone's voice seemed to be able to forcefully pull his consciousness that had previously disappeared somewhere. Seroja linked his gaze to the source of the voice and saw a handsome man with a brown-colored coat approaching towards him.

Seroja reviewed a little of his smile. A smile that became a signal that he was very happy to be reunited with this man. "It's okay, Mom. I haven't waited too long either."

The man who was none other than Randy began to take off the coat he was wearing. He put the coat on the back of the empty chair in front of Seroja and slowly stepped his legs to sit on the side of Seroja.

"How are you, darling? I really miss you!"

Randy tightened his body to get closer to Seroja. He stroked the soft cheeks of the woman beside him while tidying up the children's hair Seroja that looks a little messy. There was no facial expression displayed by Seroja other than the pink brush on her cheekbones. As a sign that he is currently embarrassed.

"I'm fine, Mom. Is your job done?"

Randy gives an intense kiss on Seroja's forehead. It was as if he was pouring out all the feelings he had for the woman. I don't know what feeling he has. But Randy's treatment of Seroja seems to be more than just a momentary relationship. Randy always treated Seroja like his legal wife.

"Honey already. Three days I was out of town. And when all my business is done, I rush to see you." Randy's hand grabbed Seroja's hand and he gave her a kiss on the woman's fingers. "I was quick to see you because I really missed you."

Randy's treatment and speech like this always makes Seroja's heart filled with warmth. Only from Randy can he feel how happy he is treated special by a man. Which he probably never got before.

Seroja wrapped her arms around Randy's waist and placed her head on the chest of his field. "I miss you too, Mom."

He smelled the scent of the body of this man named Randy who increasingly made Seroja do not want to be away from him. If only a mistress as a satisfied na*fsu relationship with Randy would not be this intimate. He felt really in love with this man.

"Aaahhhhh .. You've always been this sweet darling. I can't wait to get to the apartment. To spend time with you alone."

Seroja broke her little embrace. He's Randy's face netra accompanied by a slightly puckered forehead. "You don't want to order coffee first? Unfortunately, if you have arrived at this cafe, Randy did not taste the dishes served in this place."

Randy just shook his head slowly while putting a faint smile on his lips. Without further ado, the man put his face close to Seroja's cheek and gave a kiss there. "If you've seen your face, I don't feel like tasting anything dear."

Seroja just chuckled a little hearing this man's words. Because according to him, Randy's speech sounds so tickling ears. "You said what the hell. Like a teenager."

Randy's hands down Seroja's legs that look so smooth because the woman only wears a knee-length dress. Slowly his hands infiltrated into the dress that successfully made Seroja feel a strange gelenyar in his body. "Let's get to the apartment, honey. I can't wait to quickly enjoy your body that's always been an opium to me."

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