The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 72: Please Accept

The silence that had enveloped the atmosphere of this front room, was instantly broken by the sound of a blaring middle-aged woman crying. Not only the middle-aged woman, her husband and also her firstborn also spill all the pain that feels to hit the soul. Sick and devastated at the same time, when hearing what kind of life path one of their family members went through.

"Astaghfirullahalazim o Allah .. Why is this the way of life that You wrote to my daughter, O Allah? Why does it all feel so weird like this? When he was a child, he had to separate from his birth parents. By the time he began to crawl into adulthood, his honor was forcibly taken by a barbaric man and as if the test of life was not enough for my daughter to bear, he was thrown into a pit. O Allah .. What is my daughter's fault, O Allah? What's my daughter's fault?"

Lily wept dumbstruck while spilling all forms of protest that she gave to the Supreme Grasper of life. Ever since the princess told me about the twenty-seven years of life she had lived, there was no body language and expression that she seemed to have, in addition to just a form of expression of a mother who tried to withstand all the tightness in the chest. Holding the incisions of invisible knives that had managed to tear his heart and now all that seemed was a lump of body that seemed lifeless.

Lily's life as Seroja's biological mother, where for nine months she contains her baby with an abundance of love and affection that is endless, and, at this time it seems to be forcibly removed by the angel of death that makes his body more crumpled. In the evening, for so many times, his body again decays on the floor with tears that can not stop flowing from his clear well. Thousands of arrows seemed to be stuck right in his heart which for a number of times drained the blood of invisible wounds that managed to hit the soul.

Not much different from Lily, Mukhlas and Hakim also felt the pain of the heart. Both seem to withstand all the flavors that raged in the chest. Between pain, anger, pity, and also full of the life path that Seroja went through. The two men of different generations were as strong as possible to withstand the explosive emotional changes in the heart as well as the head, and it can only be implied and revealed through the clear grains that glide freely from both windows of their hearts.

While Ana and Alamanda who had been in Dahlia's room earlier, also could only sit glued. The voice of the person in the front room was heard through the walls of the room and seeped into the auditory senses of Ana and Alamanda. Previously, the entire Mukhlas family was in Dahlia's room. However, then they shifted their respective bodies for them to bring into the vestibule.

Seroja repeatedly seemed to wipe the rain of crying that flowed profusely wet the cheeks. While holding his chest that is increasingly throbbing pain when he remembers the pieces of memory. Many times he also threw a rough breath, so that he could escape from the twists of the rope that felt stifling chest and shackling soul.

"S-Seroja dirty woman. It seems Seroja does not deserve to be part of the family Mr. Mukhlas, Lily's mother and Ustadz Hakim."

The woman's tongue, which can now shed her body on the floor, is still not used to calling Mukhlas, Lily and Hakim with a call hinting at a family relationship. More so, about the past he's been through. It was as if it made the woman feel inferior and inappropriate to be a part of their family.

Lily, Judge, and Mukhlas throw each other a glance. Seroja's words are not then they justified but instead increasingly drag the three people into a ravine that is so gaping. A lump of living flesh in each body seemed to be squeezed and crushed by the pettiness of life lived by Seroja.

That fate not only destroyed Seroja's body and soul, but also left behind fragments of wounds that might even always slice the woman's inner pain while living her future. A scar that may never be erased by time.

Mukhlas' lips can only be clenched. His tongue was also joined by a club unable to say a word. The joints in his body also seemed to be increasingly weakening, weakening the strength of the body that was on him. However, he remembered one thing, that he must be a strong man who can be a place to rely on for the fragility of his daughter's soul. He should not feel angry or disappointed in all the pettiness of life experienced by the princess. Because this is actually all destiny that has been written in the life sheet of Seroja.

With the rest of the power. Mukhlas tried to move from a position of tightly hugging the body of the wife who decays on the floor. Although his footsteps felt so bitter but he still tried to strengthen his footing, he, strengthen his hands and stretch his chest so that it can reach Seroja's body to take him out of the wound he was feeling.

For a moment, Mukhlas stood right in front of Seroja who had just lowered his head. The woman's breath was also seen wheezing to hold the sobs that still did not want to stop. Miris, it's really very slinky. For twenty-seven years, the princess tried to strengthen her own heart so that she could always be strong in living the written destiny of life. Luckily, he has a strong soul. Although wounds, lara and pain always hit her blindly, this woman still survives to carry out her role on the stage of this play. Without wasting much time, Mukhlas' body lowered. He used his knees as a pedestal and hurriedly pulled Seroja's body to carry her into his arms.

"Whatever you've been through, it'll never change your position as Father's daughter, son. As dirty, as beautiful and as dark as your past, you are still the daughter of Father and mother born from the womb of a woman who has a noble heart. And I believe that your heart is as noble as yours. And you are an honorable woman." Mukhlas paused for a moment. And breathe in. "It's not anyone's fault. Because this is all mubram destiny that we cannot change. Therefore, you no longer need to feel inferior. Your father, mother and brother inshaAllah will always be there to accompany you."

"S-Seroja shy. Seroja is ashamed to be one part of Pak Mukhlas family. The times that Seroja has gone through will certainly embarrass Mr. Mukhlas' family."

There was a hint of warmth flowing down Seroja's chest as she buried her head in the chest of the field belonging to this middle-aged man. The loving and affectionate decrees of the figure of a father that he had never felt, immediately filled the spaces of his heart when Mukhlas, hugged his body tightly. Maybe this is what is called a blood bond. This man's embrace felt so soothing that his soul was being torn apart.

Mukhlas tried to strengthen Seroja while rubbing the princess' back with tenderness. He understood, if at this time all Seroja needed was a hand grip and a warm embrace from his family. That way, they can bring Seroja to immediately come out of the wound that might still drown his heart.

Now, Mukhlas broke a bit of his embrace. He looked at the brown bead that belonged to the princess who was still decorated by the fog lara. Gently, he kissed the princess's forehead intensely, as if transferring power to Seroja. "You are Dad's daughter. Whatever you are and whatever your past may be can never change the resolve that Father is your real Father and you are the daughter of Father who is so much Father in love."

"Dad ...!"

"Yes, son, this is Dad. Your birth father. Where in your body is my father's blood."

Like a dike that was hit by a flash flood, Seroja's tears spilled back over his face. The grim cry that had previously sounded so heartbreaking, had now turned into a happy cry filled with soaring happiness and gratitude. Now, he was the one who clutched tightly onto the body of this middle-aged man.

"Mother is too. No matter what your past is, I'm still your real mother, son. A woman who loves you so much."

Lily's words managed to make Seroja's attention split. He broke his embrace from his father's body and turned to the source of the voice. Seen, Lily walked slowly closer towards him.

"Mom-Mom..."

Already unable to withstand all the turmoil of taste that raged in the chest, without thinking long, Lily also hugged the body of the princess tightly. The middle-aged woman spilled her happiness because she could be reunited with the princess in Seroja's arms.

"I'm sorry Mom and Dad, son. We should have moved quickly to find you. But at that time, your loss became the greatest test that I went through that made Mother's soul shaken and even transformed into a woman who experienced mental disorders. Every day, with patience, your father takes care of you. For many years Mother was in the shock of the soul, but Mother was grateful because God presented an angel like your father who was always faithful to accompany Mother until Mother healed as ever. Forgive us, son, forgive us."

Seroja shook her head softly. He could not blame anyone for coming back, this was indeed a way of life that he had to go through. "Dad, I'm not guilty at all. Seroja believes that this is indeed the best thing given by God to Seroja."

Following his father and mother, Hakim approached Seroja. He also hugged the body of his sister.

"Sister!"

"Stay be a beautiful Seroja both born and inner. Lucky for you to be one of the servants of Allah who has His guidance. With that guidance, God can make you a much better woman. Allah never cares about the past of His servants, most importantly, now you can change yourself to become a much better servant. In the eyes of a human being, a thousand good things can fall and disappear with one mistake. But in the eyes of Allah SWT, a thousand or even a million vices and sins of a servant can be lost without a trace with one act, namely the sacrifice of nasuha. I am sure, this brother has repented with true repentance. May you always be Istiqomah, my sister!"

The sound of crying again filled the ceiling of this room. A life portrait that looks heartwarming. After being separated by a long distance and a short time, in the end they are reunited and collected in a whole family frame. Souls who were previously fragile, now seem to get full strength to be able to live the remnants of age that they still have to travel. The broken wings, now returned to perfection when one of the family members who had previously disappeared, they found it again and they were clenched in the arms. The wings are perfect again, and they are ready to be able to achieve a life that is much more perfect than before.

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Sorry, Randy's party, Fakhru and Diba haven't been able to present it yet.. I want to make one with this part but it looks like it will be very long. Please be patient Kak🥰🥰🥰