The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 79: Meeting Back

"Sir wait!"

A man who was passing on a sidewalk was slightly stunned when the vibrations of a woman's sound waves suddenly seeped into his sense of hearing. He who tried as quickly as possible to get away from this place, precisely his footsteps were forced to stop because of the voice of the woman behind his back. The sound of heels that collided with the construction of this sidewalk was heard getting closer and closer to the man.

The man stopped his footsteps. Still in a position to turn his back on Seroja, he tried to remember whose voice was behind him. However, the more he tried hard to remember, it was precisely the impasse he got.

"Why hurry sir? I tried to call you, but why didn't you hear my screams."

Seroja slightly bent her body. His palms held both knees as if being wracked by aching in both legs. His chest was seen up and down with irregular breathing, as a sign that he was really working hard to equalize his footsteps with the man who was now standing behind him.

Slowly, the middle-aged man turned his back. His eyes were wide and perfectly rounded when he saw who was calling him. A woman he tried to avoid desperately, was currently standing before him.

Die me. If I had met this woman, I would have been interrogated. Haduh, address exposed all secrets, Mr. Randy.

"Eh, what about Seroja?"

Clumsily, the man who was none other than the owner of the shophouse occupied by Seroja was trying to start the conversation.

Seroja commented a smile while nodding softly. "Yes sir, I'm Seroja. I think we met not long ago, so I'm sure you still remember me."

The owner of the shophouse was determined to hide the nervousness that suddenly attacked him. Nervous, because it could be ascertained after this, what he was hiding would definitely be revealed.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, my age is almost half a century, so my memory has started to decline."

The narration of the shop owner managed to make Seroja giggle amusedly. "I'm sorry sir, I really don't know if you're almost into middle age. However, I think you can still remember clearly about all the unexpected events that I have experienced lately. Exactly since the Father allowed me to occupy the shophouse owned by the Father."

Kan, right, right, not if mbak Seroja is asking about shophouses. If it's like this, how should God? Ah, never mind, I'd better tell you all about Mr. Randy. Besides, it's not a good thing to cover this up.

The owner of the shophouse scratched his nape that did not itch. This time he really felt an incredible nervousness. "Of course I still remember him. Is there anything Seroja wants to ask?"

"That's right sir, there are a lot of questions I want to ask. I hope you can answer honestly, with nothing covered up."

Ah, I'm sorry Mr. Randy, I really didn't mean to expose all of your secrets, but I had to.

"Okay Ma'am, what do you want Mbak Seroja to ask?"

Seroja sighed deeply and slowly he exhaled. It seems, he is very impatient to immediately find out who the good person who is behind all the pleasure he gets. "Who is working with the Father who provides all the facilities that I currently enjoy. Starting from the shophouse, the sewing machines and everything inside the shophouse?"

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment. Feeling that his position was equally insecure, he chose to tell the truth. "D-He is ... "

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"What Brother? So Seroja's brother Judge who went missing twenty-seven years ago?"

On the terrace of the Adiba residence, Hakim, Fakhru, Abdul, Aisyah and certainly Adiba himself were seen talking while enjoying a cup of warm tea that had been served. Just now, the three men arrived at Abdul's residence after coming out of a village that made Fakhru and Adiba not come home all night. And certainly a village that some residents almost paraded the two around the village due to misunderstandings that had occurred.

The judge nodded slowly. "Betul Diba, Seroja is Brother's sister. All this time he was taken by Dahlia's aunt."

"MashaAllah, it turns out that Seroja and I are cousins. What an unexpected fate of God at all" said Adiba with a sparkling face.

Since the first meeting with Seroja, Adiba did feel something different. In the eyes of Adiba himself, Seroja is a good woman. The figure of a woman who is full of tenderness and anyone who interacts directly with the woman will certainly feel a sense of comfort.

"Yes, Diba. Hakim also never thought if it turns out we will be reunited after twenty-seven years not together. The happiness that Hakim felt increased many times again when the waiting of father and mother ended beautifully like this. What a beautiful plan of God."

"It seems that the existence of Ustadz Hakim in the residence of Seroja brings many blessings to all. Including the way for ustadz Hakim to meet with the younger brother of ustadz Hakim himself," said Fakhru who was also happy to hear this news.

The judge nodded his head. "Alhamdulillah Fakhru, God gives various pleasures of life like this. These are all wonderful destinies that God has prepared for the ana family."

"Aamiin .. may ustadz Hakim and his family be happy."

"Aamiin ya Rabbal alamiin ..."

"But Kim, Dahlia has been treating Seroja well, right? He took care of Seroja with great affection, didn't he? Uncle is really worried that Dahlia is not treating your sister well. Because it seems, Dahlia has a personal grudge against your mother as well as your father."

Hearing the Judge's story, making memory Abdul's brain wander in the past. The middle-aged man understood very well how the story in the past of the brother with Dahlia. No wonder he was worried that Dahlia was treating the niece so badly.

The judge smiled bitterly. Because in fact all this time Seroja was needed badly by the aunt. If you remember the pettiness of life experienced by Seroja, make his heart was drawn by a sword. "No Uncle. All this time Seroja needed no good by aunt Dahlia. There are many difficulties in life experienced by Seroja. But thank God Seroja is a tough woman, so she can get through this with a big heart."

"Astaghfirullah hal 'adziim ... I am sorry to hear about Kim. Hopefully after this, there is only happiness that accompanies Seroja's footsteps."

"Aamiin Uncle. InshaAllah after this there is only happiness that accompanies Seroja's footsteps."

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Sorry Seroja, I can't tell you what the good guy's name is. But I will give you an address where the good man is. And if mbak Seroja has arrived there, just say you want to meet with the company leader. That way Mbak Seroja will know who the good people who have bought my shop for mbak Seroja and who bought the sewing machines.

The words of the shop owner back ringing in Seroja's ears. Actually who is the good person to the extent that makes the owner of the shophouse keep his name secret. Too late in his own mind, to make Seroja unconscious if it had reached the front desk receptionist.

"Good day, brother. Welcome to PT. Giri Raga, how can I help you?"

Seroja a little jerky. The greeting from the receptionist made his consciousness seem to be forcefully withdrawn. "Siang Ma'am. Excuse me, can I meet with the chairman of this company?"

"Is there an appointment, brother?"

Seroja shook his head. "Not yet. I have no promises at all. Do I have to make a deal first?"

The receptionist smiled sweetly. "It's usually like that, brother. But try to wait a moment let me contact the secretary who is in front of the chairman's room. Maybe he doesn't have any agenda." The receptionist pressed a telephone button directly connected to the secretary of the leadership. "Sorry, with whose sister?"

"I'm Seroja, Ma'am. Seroja Ayu Anjani."

The receptionist was seen talking to someone across the phone from the office. Shortly thereafter, he ended his call.

"Seroja Bak please go straight up to the third floor huh. Mr. Chairman is not on any agenda, so Seroja could go straight to him."

"Good Ma'am. Thank you." Thank you."

With wide strides, Seroja began to step foot into an elevator that would take him to the third floor. I don't know why his heart was racing when he was about to meet a good person who had been secretly helping him. The woman was at a loss as to how she could express her gratitude.

The elevator stopped right on the floor. Seroja began to walk down every hallway on this floor, until his footsteps rested in a room that he believed to be the company's leadership room.

"Bak Seroja huh?"

Seroja turned towards the source of the sound. A beautiful woman in Muslim clothes greeted him.

"Yes, I'm Seroja."

The secretary smiled wryly. "Please come in, Ma'am. Mr. President has been waiting for Seroja's brother inside."

"Good Ma'am. Thank you." Thank you."

Seroja turned his heels to be able to enter the company's leadership room. Slowly, his hand pulled the door lever and it did not take long, the door opened. With great care Seroja began to enter this room. A room that feels much cooler and cooler than the outside area. And a room dominated by black and gray.

Highlight Seroja's eyes stopped at a figure of a man who was standing in front of a wide window which is currently the position of the man to turn his back on Seroja. Seroja was slightly stunned when she saw the man's back. In his eyes, his back looked familiar.

"Assalamu'alaikum Sir. I'm Seroja. Sorry if my arrival interfered with the time you had."

The man did not budge at all, he remained in his position. Not shifting his body, nor answering the greeting uttered by Seroja. That is what makes Seroja more wrong behavior.

Seroja breathed deeply. Trying to get rid of all his nervousness. "I would like to thank you here for all the kindness you have given me through your shophouse and sewing machines that I can use to open a convection business. Really, I don't know how to repay all your kindness."

The atmosphere of this room is still quiet. The man did not change his position at all. He's still sculpting. Not moving one bit.

MashaAllah Darling ... I really miss you. Missing everything in you. Even now I am not ready to show my face in front of you.

This situation is what makes Seroja more cornered. He felt his presence disturbed the leadership of this company. So he decided to say goodbye immediately.

"Once again I say a lot of thanks to you for all the good you have given me. May Allah reward you many times. Again, I apologize if my arrival here interferes with the time you have. I'll say it first."

Feeling that you are not getting a good response from the company owner. In the end Seroja chose to turn around. Slowly, he swung his legs to get out of this room. When his palm almost touched the door lever....

"Darling, stay here! Don't go!"

Seroja's heart was racing as the man's voice spread into his sense of hearing. A familiar voice in his ears because for a year it was that voice that accompanied his days. A voice that always brings out words of love and affection that make her feel how loved.

A drop of clear crystal glides free from Seroja's heart window. No doubt, it was the voice of a man he loved so much. A man who to this day still reigns in the heart. And a man who hitherto dwells in the heart.

With mixed feelings, Seroja ventured to turn around. His head was still down, as if not ready to look back at the man in front of him. Slowly, he raised his head. And a handsome man was standing in front of him.

Seroja's lips twitched. Not just his lips. His feet were also shaking. What a meeting with the ex-husband that can really break his heart. All this time, he tried to forget Randy and tried to destroy all the feelings he still has. But it is unexpected, it turns out fate reunited him with a male figure who even today still reigns supreme.

"M-Mas Randy...?"

Randy nodded his head. "Assalamu'alaikum!"

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