The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 77: The Ideal Man

"Is there anything I can help you with, honey?"

Swinging footsteps into Seroja's study, Lily tried to take a closer look at what the princess was doing. A sewing machine with a pile of paper-paper pictorial clothing design looks to decorate the workspace is large enough and comfortable.

For a moment, Seroja placed the pencil he held on the table. He stared fixedly at the figure of the woman who was walking closer towards him. A gaze full of longs and happy twinkle that was so obvious.

"No need, Mom. Drawing designs like this Seroja has been used to do it himself, so there is no need to be helped by anyone."

Lily clasped her body on the child's desk. He saw a variety of clothing designs, ranging from blouses, gamis, a variety of long skirts that look so beautiful. His hands stretched out, stroking the head of the princess wrapped in this hijab gently.

"MashaAllah, I really didn't expect that Mother's daughter had any talent in this field, son. I don't know, downhill from who you are."

There was a beam of warmth that flowed Seroja blood when she felt the soft caress of the mother's hand. A wide smile of pus adorned the beautiful face of the twenty-seven-year-old woman.

"Seroja also doesn't know who she's down from. It seems to be from mom or dad. But not to be channeled."

Lily chuckles. Her memory is fixed on the days she worked in the kecimpring factory owned by her husband. A snack factory that has absolutely nothing to do with fashion.

"Mom's really happy and proud to see you become this kind of woman, honey. Women who are strong, tough and can be an inspiration to other women."

Seroja chuckles amusedly hearing the mother's words. "What kind of inspiration does Mom mean? Seroja really doesn't understand."

"Inspiration for women to empower the abilities they have, dear. And certainly can attract the hands of women who are around you to work on halal land. Surely the land of work more diridhoi by Allah SWT."

Seroja smiled meaningfully. His heart also warmed up if he passed in the production room in this shophouse. In the production room, the neighbors who previously worked in a less good place, can now get a job in a much better place and InshaAllah the results will be much more blessed.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. Seroja is also grateful to be able to see women of Seroja's age can empower themselves. Perhaps Seroja will never be able to realize these dreams if there is no help from God through a good person whom Seroja does not even know Ma'am."

Seroja sighed a little deeply and slowly he exhaled. The memory of his brain re-recorded about the shophouse and sewing machine that he suddenly got.

"Come, Ma. I don't know either. That kind person seemed to have teamed up with the owner of this shophouse to suspend the rent. And not only that, he also sent the production machines for this Seroja business."

"MashaAllah, it turns out that Allah is so good to You, dear. What a wonderful pleasure. In the process of hijrahmu, God gives the blessing of life like this, son." Lily took a slow breath. His memory was fixed on the figure of the man he had met. "Son, when you talk about good people, you remember the man you know."

"Comeone? Who's Ma'am? Did Daddy?"

Lily shook her head slowly. "Don't you, he's not Dad. Another man, maybe your age, baby. Hmmmm if only now his heart is not so adrift with the ex-wife, I would have introduced it to you, son. Mom is so in love with the way she loves her ex-wife."

Hearing the mother's words, it makes me more tickled. Maybe the mother has a plan that sounds so tingling to the ears. "Who is Mom? Which man made you fall in love?"

Lily stared ahead with a sharp but glaring eye. "The handsome guy who's the twists and turns of his life is almost the same as you, son. His name is Randy."

Seroja. Both of his eyes were wide and perfectly rounded. The HVS paper in his hand fell down instantly. "Randy??"

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