The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 68: About the Past - 4-

"Ananda Mukhlas Al - Huda bin Faisal Rahman!"

"I!"

"I marry and marry you to my biological daughter Lily Ayu Purnama bint Abdul Latief with the dowry of a set of prayer utensils, the Qur'an, and a hundred grams of gold paid in cash!"

"I received the marriage and marriage of Lily Ayu Purnama bint Abdul Latief with dowry a set of prayer tools, the Qur'an, and a hundred grams of gold paid in cash!!!"

"How are the witnesses? Right?"

"Well!!"

"Alhamdulillah!"

The sound of ijab-qobul that has just been spoken is heard echoing across the ceiling of a mosque with a white rose decoration on the left right side. Although it looks simple but in no way detracts from the meaning of a contract, where God and His angels also witnessed the sacred event. The event that became the starting gate for a pair of humans to live a married life in a halal bond. And an event in which a heavy covenant in the course of human life is made, is pledged which shall be held accountable in the life to come.

A drop of clear grain fell from the eye patch of a twenty-two-year-old girl. It was Lily Ayu Purnama. At a young age, he decided to get married. His acquaintance with Mukhlas Al-Huda, a man who was three years older than him and relatively short, was, it did not make him doubt that the man who had just said the phrase qabul could be responsible for sustaining his life. Not only in the world but also in eternal life.

She looked at the shade of the two eyeballs of the man who was now legally her husband. He grabbed the man's firm hand, and kissed him. As a sign that from today, he will give up his life to serve him.

"Help me to serve you and our family Mas, and hold my hand, that I may always be with you to reach God's heaven," lily said softly with tears that she could no longer bear.

Mukhlas lowered his head. In between Lily's words, he kissed the head of his wife with tenderness and love. It must be a holy love that is under the bondage of marriage.

"I promise I will always make you happy, dear.in your father's place to love and protect you. I promise to be faithful only to you. And will be the best husband and father for our small family later" said Mukhlas with confidence.

A smile knots up on Lily's thin lips. There was a beam of warmth flowing within his bloodstream. Flowing streams of happiness that he could not express with words. Happiness because he was edited by a sholeh man named Mukhlas Al-Huda. He strongly believes with Mukhlas his life will be filled with happiness. Both his birth and his mind.

A blissful roar was clearly engraved on the faces of the people gathered in this place. All families and relatives also bear witness to the happiness of a human couple who have officially become a couple. From the look of the two faces emanated clearly twinkling happiness that seemed to give suggestions to everyone who was in this place was also happy.

However, that happiness did not appear on the face of one of the people present in this place. Yes, she is Dahlia. Ever since he found out that he was not the one who was loved by the handsome handsome man, it was precisely his sister who was loved by the man, making his heart more filled with shoots of hatred for the younger brother. The shoots that, despite being pruned, will still grow uncontrollably.

Hatred is not just for one's sister. The man named Mukhlas Al-Huda also hates him. The man he thought was never sensitive to the feelings he had. A man who had given him a false hope and a man who had managed to melt his heart in an instant.

From a distance, Dahlia stared fixedly at the couple who were greeting the invited guests with a aiming gaze. A gaze like a lioness who is ready to pounce on her prey. His chest rumbled like a roll of waves breaking a rock. His hands clenched tightly as if holding all the rage raging within his chest. The flames of anger were surrounded by sparks of hatred that might never be extinguished at any moment.

Right now I will allow you to be happy on top of the destruction of my heart. But prepare to accept the destruction I will give you. Wounds must be paid for with wounds. I assure you that someday, you will feel this pain and destruction of the heart.

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"Son, you really want to get out of this town?"

Melati who was sitting on the edge of the bed that belonged to the princess could only stare in wonder at what this eldest daughter was doing. After Lily and Mukhlas' wedding is over, there is no wind and no rain, Dahlia says she will leave the city.

Dahlia is seen putting her clothes into a large brown bag. He nodded his head, responding to the mother's words. "Yes Ma'am, Dahlia has decided to leave the city. Dahlia will live a new life in another city."

"But why is it suddenly like this, son? Why haven't you talked about this plan before to Mom?"

Dahlia let out a slightly rough breath. "It's not sudden Mom. Dahlia had this plan a long time ago. Dahlia wants to change her fate by living in a far more secure city that will ensure Dahlia's life becomes more viable."

Dahlia gave a reason that made sense. But that's not the reason he left the city. The hatred for his sister and sister-in-law is what makes him have to do this all. Leaving this city while arranging what strategies he will do to be able to avenge all the pain and destruction he feels.

"But son, even here you can still change your fate and can live properly. Don't have to go out of town."

Again, Melati kept Dahlia from leaving the city. The middle-aged woman could not imagine how she could live far away from her daughters. Lily has just officially become a wife, and surely after this she will live with her husband. Not even twenty-four hours Dahlia also plans to leave the house. He could not imagine his life being far from his two daughters.

"Dahlia's decision is already unanimous Ma'am. Dahlia will leave this city. Dahlia wants to fix her fate in another city."

"Son... "

"Already Ma. How strongly Mother held Dahlia back from leaving, it would never change the decision Dahlia had made. Dahlia's going to stay out of this town."

Dahlia closed the zipper of the large bag she used to pack her clothes. He carried the big bag. He swung his footsteps towards the terrace and got ready to go to the terminal.

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"Sir Dahlia why go? Doesn't Dahlia stay here? So we don't stay far away from each other?"

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Lily hugged her sister's body tightly. It was hard to let my sister go.

Cih, not far from each other? Precisely if I get close to you, I'll be more tormented Ly. I will never accept that you have taken away what is my happiness. You snatched everything away and left only the rubble of the wound that stuck firmly in the chest.

"Have it, don't be like this. Your life is now happy with Mukhlas. So you don't have to go overboard like this."

"But Brother, I really love Brother. I don't want to if Brother is far away from me. Stay here, brother! Stay here!"

Lily is still trying to hold back her sister. He really loved Dahlia and his feelings could not be far from her. Perhaps it was the sibling bond that made it heavy left behind by Dahlia.

What other nonsense are you saying that Ly? If you love me, you should have rejected Mukhlas' proposal and let him marry me. But what are you doing? What did you do to me? You took Mukhlas from me! You took my happiness!

Dahlia breaks Lily's hug. The woman just smiled thinly. "I'll go to the terminal immediately. If you're still whining like this, I can miss the bus I'm about to take."

In the end, Dahlia's footsteps swung to get closer to the taxi driver who was going to take her to the terminal. While Lily, Abdul and Melati can only look at the body of a woman whose shadow is getting lost from their sight. The woman's departure was accompanied by sobs from those closest to her.

On the way to the terminal, many times Dahlia rubbed her face rough. Apparently, he was getting more determined to leave this city.

Look at the next three or five years. I'm going back home, definitely with a plan to ruin your lives. At any time, I will never be willing for you to be happy in my suffering. I swear, I will destroy your lives, slowly.

These paved streets bear witness to the oath that Dahlia had sworn in his heart. A vow he believed could avenge all the pain inflicted by those who were nearby. And a vow, which will bind Dahlia's heart in endless hatreds.

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