The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 70: Opening the Sunscreen

Time Now...

Lily's body standing in the doorway of the room occupied by Dahlia was shaking violently. Both of his eyes were wide and perfectly rounded. Both of his palms he used to cover his wide gaping lips. It was as if he was increasingly insisting that at this moment, he was completely shocked to death.

After twenty-seven years of being tossed about by the circumstances that dragged him into the pessimistic current of his brother's existence, in the end, he was able to meet directly with Dahlia tonight. All the flavors mixed into one, when the pieces of memory was again wandering in his brain.

Memory pieces that became the beginning of the wave of the greatest test that ever greeted his life. The clear threads flowed profusely from Lily's eye patch that already seemed a little wrinkled. His body bones seemed to be squeezing for a moment. Between believing and not believing because in the end he and his brother can meet again.

Slowly, Lily swung her footsteps. Move, approach, and close his body towards the body that is lying on the bed. Lily stared at the face of a woman who was none other than her brother. There is a form of anger that shackles the soul if it remembers what the brother has done to him. However, the anger seemed to disappear when the pale face filled with wrinkles adorned the frame of his face that was no longer young.

Lily's chest felt increasingly rumbling. As he tried to release those twists of anger from his heart chamber. Tried to unravel, and he replaced it with sincerity. Already no longer able to withstand the turmoil in the chest, Lily finally shed her body on the floor and sat beside Dahlia's bed. The woman who entered middle age was crying there. The sound of crying sounded so soft, but still heartbreaking.

Highlight the eyes of Dahlia stared intently at the woman who was currently sitting low on this floor. Long time he looked at Lily's face with a slightly furrowed forehead. It was like he was remembering something.

"Li-Li..."

In the end the name escaped Dahlia's lips. Dahlia's voice, successfully forcing Lily to turn her head toward the source of the sound. He also wiped away the tears that were still spoiled in the bones of his cheeks.

"Sir Dahlia .. Why do you have to do this to me? Why would you take my daughter away? Why Sis? Why?"

Already unable to stand the impulse of curiosity for what reason made Dahlia bear to separate her from the princess, Lily flocked Dahlia with questions filled with intimidation. Without him knowing that currently the brother is experiencing psychiatric disorders and not easy to communicate with others.

Dahlia still did not budge in the least. Only the net is speaking if he is in a pit of regret.

"Tell me, brother! Tell me! Where's my daughter? And don't be this silent!"

Seeing Dahlia without showing the slightest facial expression made Lily even more uncontrollable. He shook his brother's body to answer immediately what he asked.

Silent. Not a word came out of Dahlia's lips. He was still staring closely at the two eyeballs Lily with an indecipherable look. But not long after, a drop of clear crystals from the eye dahlia freefall.

"S-Seroja ... "

Lily gasped. "Veroja? Who is Seroja Kak? Tell me who Seroja is? Say it!"

"Seroja..."

"Is Seroja my daughter who you have taken? Is Seroja the child you ran away from twenty-seven years ago? Tell me, sister Lia! Tell me!"

Without Lily noticing, her screams echoed across the ceiling of this cramped house. That's what makes people in the front room throw views at each other. Moreover, Lily who previously had permission to go to the bathroom did not return.

"Well, it's like Mom's voice. What's up, Dad?"

The judge who understood very well with the voice of the mother, was suddenly shocked by the screams heard from one of the rooms in this house. His heart was overwhelmed by the anxiety that was constantly attacking and ambushing. It was visible from the look of his face that emitted an aura of anxiety. While Seroja and Ana can only look at each other.

Mukhlas got up from his sitting position. "Seroja, Ana's son, I'm a permit into ya. You're worried if something happens to me."

"It's okay sir. Please come in!"

Two different men of that generation began to set their footsteps to walk through every room in this house. Until at the end when the two men arrived in front of a room, Lily's screams were increasingly clear. Mukhlas and the Judge were convinced that the woman they were looking for was in this room.

Slowly, Mukhlas' hand pulled out the curtain that covered the door frame before them. How surprised he was when he found the wife sitting on the floor while reluctantly holding back her sobs.

However, before Mukhlas got closer to his wife, his eyes stopped at one point. One point where there was a woman lying on the bed. Just like the facial expression displayed by the wife, both eyes of Mukhlas also widened and perfectly rounded. His lips also gaped wide when he found the figure of the woman he had been looking for for twenty-seven years, now in front of his eyes.

"Dahlia!"

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

The atmosphere that was previously filled with boisterous happy laughter, now turned into an atmosphere filled with novelty that felt so obvious. Lily stood in the corner of the room while hugging Mukhlas' body and spilling the water dots that flowed from her clear well. With love and compassion, Mukhlas rubbed his wife's back to calm her down.

"Father, Mother, Ustadz Judge, what's wrong? Why is everyone gathered in my mother's room?"

Seroja was a little surprised because since Mukhlas and Hakim asked permission to follow Lily, they did not return to the living room. So Seroja decided to follow them.

Lily's heart was slightly pinched when she heard Seroja saying that Dahlia was her mother. Without Seroja knowing, that the true mother who gave birth to him into the world is not Dahlia, but himself.

"Maos ..."

Lily's voice seemed to be stuck in her throat. He gave a signal to Mukhlas to tell him what had really happened twenty-seven years ago. However, Mukhlas can only smile knots while rubbing his wife's back, giving a positive suggestion so that his wife can be calmer.

"Seroja, can you ask?"

Forehead Seroja shriveling. "What is it sir?"

"Did your mother always treat you well?"

Mukhlas' question made Seroja's body a little aghast. "S-i ..."

Seroja is unable to say anything. A glimpse of the shadows of the past about Dahlia's treatment of her back dancing inside her brain. His lips were clenched and his tongue felt so faint. It was impossible for him to continue the words he said.

Although not seeing Seroja's facial expression, but from the tone of the woman's speech was enough to make Lily filled with bad premonitions. From Seroja's voice that sounded vibrating, he was sure that the princess's life had been far from happy. That made Lily cry even more.

"Sorry sir, what is the purpose and purpose of Mr. Mukhlas asking that. And what exactly has happened between Mr. Mukhlas, Lily's mother and my mother?"

Mukhlas inhales air deeply and he exhales slowly. There was a deep sense of happiness when he saw the woman he believed to be his missing daughter standing before him. But there is in between the happiness, there is a concern that wrestles spoiled if the princess does not live in a happy word. Indeed, it is not up to the heart if it will accept the fact that all this time the princess lived in suffering.

"Dahlia is my sister-in-law. Twenty-seven years ago he left with the daughter of the Father who had just been born into the world." Mukhlas linked his eyes towards Seroja and stared at this woman brown bead before him intensely. "Son, I believe you are the daughter of the Father who was brought by Dahlia twenty-seven years ago!"

.

.

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁