The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 71: Hugs

PoV Seroja

"Son, I believe you are the daughter of the Father who was brought by Dahlia twenty-seven years ago!"

"I mean Father how? I don't understand!"

The words of this middle-aged man before me really only made my body freeze and fixate. There was a pounding hammer inside my chest, where I could feel the way my heart worked a little changed. This heart seems to be faster in pumping blood, leaving only the waves that fill the rooms and portico that are there.

I saw this middle-aged man linking his gaze to the Ustadz Judge, and the Ustadz Judge seemed to give a gesture with a nod of his head. I don't understand, I really don't understand what two different men of this generation mean. But in the end, Mr. Mukhlas again sighed deeply, slowly he exhaled and circulated his gaze towards me.

"Father sure if you are your daughter, son. Father's daughter who had been taken by Father's brother-in-law and taken him away somewhere."

I'm still intensely staring at the two Netra sir Mukhlas. I still couldn't give any response because really, the news I heard was so shocking to me.

"Your presence is truly awaited in the life of Father, Mother and Judge. We were so happy when the sound of your crying began to deafen the ceiling of the maternity room at that time. However, at once the happiness was lost to a storm that instantly left only a bitter cry, a heart that drained blood invisible wounds in the destruction of our hearts."

The middle-aged man I saw pausing his words and wiping the dew points that began to fall from his clear well before he continued his words. "You were taken away by Dahlia, even before us as parents, giving a name to you!"

At a glance in the past Mr. Mukhlas managed to make my body that was previously frozen, now vibrates violently. The joints in my feet seemed to be squeezing for a moment. I could no longer stand up straight to support my body's weight. And finally, I could only shed my body on the floor in one corner of this room.

I wept dumbstruck, as if spilling all the turmoil of taste that was raging in the heart. My brain's recollecting everything I've been through in the past. And now, a big question mark in my head that I always ask myself, has found its bright spot. Apparently, the behavior of the mother who had always been bad to me, it was all because I was not her biological child. There was no blood from him flowing through my body, and that was probably what made him treat me like no real child.

I slightly raised my head as the tail of my eyes caught the shadow of the two middle-aged previously hugging each other walking towards me. Sure enough, Mukhlas and Lily's mother attached their bodies to my body.

Both of them placed their knees on the floor as a pedestal. I could not deny, the blissful hue seemed so obvious in the middle-aged second look, though there were still lingering tears on the eyelids.

"Son, this is Mom .. Can I hold you? I-mom really misses you!"

Still filled with tears, I stared fixedly at these two middle-aged female neutrals. I saw the loving look stored in Lily's mother's eyes. Who can penetrate the walls of the defense of the soul, and flow the warmth that is so felt. In the end, I could only nod.

Grep...

"Yes Allah .. Finally after all these years I lost my heart, now I can meet him. Apparently, this is the answer to a strange feeling that greeted me when I met you, son. That foreign feeling is nothing but an inner bond between a mother and a child."

I felt this middle-aged woman before me tightly embrace me while expressing deep gratitude. I'm still in a riveted mode. Although this middle-aged woman was so foreign to me, yet the warmth still seemed to flow profusely filled the streams of blood.

My hand that had previously dangled down, I slightly shifted. Without getting any instructions from anyone, my hands began to return the arms of this middle-aged woman. And without wasting much time, Mukhlas leaned more and more to get closer to me. And he hugged my body tightly.

I gasped a little when I saw Ustadz Hakim walking towards me. Just like what his parents did, the young ustadz hugged me. These three people before me were so tightly hugging me.

"God, finally after all my years of waiting for my lost daughter, it has now paid off in cash. Thank God, thank You for all Your love and compassion."

I heard Mr. Mukhlas speaking in my arms. I can only go back to nodding my head. "S-please Sir. If I could, I would do it."

"Call us all with a name that implies a sense that we are your family, son!"

I fell silent, trying to understand what Mr. Mukhlas said. I cursed myself because right now, the way my brain works is a little bit down. I feel it is so difficult to digest what is meant by Mr. Mukhlas. Until at the end....

"I-mom ..."

"Dad ..."

"K-rats ...."

"MashaAllah .... Thank you very much for all the blessings you have given us, O God. Thanks..."

Again this middle-aged woman gave thanks for all that God had given her. That's what made me more and more swept away in the sea of love.

"Sir, you are sister. From now on we will keep you safe and protect you."

Ustadz Hakim, who had been silent before, began to make a slight sound. From the lips of the young ustadz is implied a meaning of true affection. The love of a family.

Again, I could only cry in amazement at the warm and loving treatment of these people. They are strangers, but instantly make me feel so loved and loved.

"From now on, we are a family. And it's appropriate that we coexist." Mr. Mukhlas slightly untied his embrace and paused his speech. "Son, how's your life so far? You are always filled with happiness, right? Dahlia stole you with affection, didn't she?"

My body is slightly shaken. I was struck by a feeling that felt so shackled to the soul. Father, mother and brother Judge are good people. Then what would be their response when they knew that one of their family members had slipped and even fell into a void..

I breathed in deep air, trying to fill the chest cavities with oxygen that felt increasingly eroded away. My heart throbbed more and more when I remembered what I had been through. However, no matter how bad the past is, he will remain in every living story sheet that has gone before. And it would be wiser to tell my family everything than it would be a time bomb that would destroy the future I live.

"I...."

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O Allah. apologize for this delay.. For brother Ely who asked about Fakhru, Randy and Diba, inshaAllah tomorrow I will present... Patience yes.. 😚😚😚

This part has been revised because previously many typo scattered and many series of sentences that are not connected. I ticked it while experiencing microsleep (not consciously suddenly asleep) so sorry if a lot of typo scattered, Kak... 😚😚😚