The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 84: Dahlia

"So how Well, is our two children's marriage going on at the same time?"

After being satisfied in the vortex of blue, now everyone in this room was washed away in immeasurable happiness. They are both happy, especially Lily and Mukhlas because one step away from their daughter's son will pick up each other's happiness. The judge is married to Ana and Seroja is married to Randy. As if not wanting to wait too long, so that Lily intends to marry her two children at the same time. There was nothing he wanted to achieve other than for their daughter's son to be able to immediately obtain his happiness.

Mukhlas seemed to be considering what the wife said. However, he immediately linked his gaze to Seroja and also the Judge. "Well Judge, Seroja, how is it? Do you agree if your wedding is held at the same time?"

"If the Judge does not have a problem if the wedding day of the Judge is the same as Seroja. It's just that the Judge doesn't know what Seroja himself is, willingly or not at the same time as the Judge."

"How son, do you agree with what your mother has proposed?" Mukhlas asked the question to the boy.

At a glance, Seroja glanced at Randy, and the man nodded his head while smiling knots, as a sign that he also agreed to the plan of the prospective in-laws.

"Seroja doesn't mind Well. It's okay if Seroja and Randy's wedding day is equated with the wedding day of Hakim and Ana's sister."

Lily and Mukhlas seemed to be smiling happily with a beam of relief. "Alhamdulillah, if indeed you all have no objection. I'm really happy to hear that. InshaAllah if there is no transverse event, one more month your wedding will be held, how? You agree?"

Seroja and the Judge nodded simultaneously. "We agree Dad!"

"Alhamdulillah. May Allah always provide ease and smoothness for all of you."

"Aamiin, aamiin yes rabbal alaamiin."

All those who were involved in the conversation were getting more and more dissolved in the warmth created. Occasionally they are heard laughing which further confirms that they are in the arms of a happy atmosphere.

"Bak Seroja, Miss Dahlia, Ma'am!"

The laughter of the people who were in the living room was immediately cut short when Sister Ana with a little run entered the room. From the look of his face looks so panicked as if confirming that something is happening right now.

Seroja circulated her eyes towards Ana with her forehead slightly puckered. "Yes Sus, what's wrong?"

Sister Ana was seen regulating her bawling breath. "Dahlia's mother, Dahlia's mother ...."

Ana could no longer even continue her speech. That is what makes people in the living room more flabbergasted and overwhelmed by feelings of anxiety and worry. Without wasting much time, Seroja got up from her sitting position and swung her legs to enter the room of the woman she still regarded as her mother.

Seroja's footsteps stopped at the entrance of Dahlia's room. The two neutrals were wide and perfectly rounded. His lips gaped wide when he saw Dahlia like someone who was difficult to breathe.

"Mother!!!"

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The middle-aged woman's body lay weakly on the bed. Breath that seemed to be wheezing with both eyes wide open staring at the ceiling of the room, the room, like a sign that his body is currently trapped in the pain that is so whack.

His face looked thin and did not even see a lump of meat sitting there. The skin of his face wrinkles and his eyes look so sunken, his body is thin dry which makes it like a lump of skeleton that is only wrapped in skin.

"Dad, Mom, let's get Mom to the hospital. It must be very painful."

Clear crystal threads gathered in Seroja's eye pouches are relentlessly flowing. Tightly, he clasped Dahlia's increasingly wrinkled hands. Time and again the twenty-seven-year-old woman kissed the back of Dahlia's hand and placed it on her cheek.

Mukhlas and Lily throw one another a glance. It seems like they are thinking the same thing.

"Son, we pray for Dahlia. Right now, all he needs is prayers from all of us. Looks like Dahlia is ....."

Mukhlas stopped his words. He was worried that what he was going to say made Seroja shocked countless. The condition of someone like Dahlia is very often encountered by Mukhlas. Someone who is experiencing what is the saccharat of death.

"What is your mom doing? What the hell is going on with Mom?"

Seroja's crying can no longer be contained. Time and time again he kissed Dahlia's back hand intensely. It is very unbearable when the two neutrals look at a human figure who may be currently between life and death.

Mukhlas took a slightly rough breath. Although Dahlia was once the most evil person to have taken away her biological daughter but this time, her heart really felt like it was being stabbed by an invisible knife. The sakaratul death, one of the phases passed by humans which can make people shudder in horror.

"Son, whisper the word tawhid in Dahlia's ear! May Allah make it easy for Dahlia to go through this phase."

Seroja. He turned his eyes towards his father. "I mean Dad?"

"Thank you Mother, already giving a name to a beautiful Seroja like this. Have raised Seroja to adult Seroja and give full attention to life Seroja."

Seroja wiped her tears that had flooded her cheeks. It breathes deeply and it exhales slowly. "Seroja has forgiven Mom. Right now if you're leaving this world, go quietly, Mom. Until anytime, I will still be Seroja Mother and Seroja prayers will always flow for Mother."

Seroja's words successfully make Mukhlas, Lily, Judge, Randy and Ana satisfied instantly. They did not expect that the twenty-seven-year-old woman had a broad heart, sincerely forgiving Dahlia who could be said to always treat her badly. There is no bit of revenge or hurt. There are only sincere prayers that flow from the lips of Seroja.

"Laa ilaha illallah .... Laa ilaha illalah .... Laa ilaha illallah..."

Seroja whispers a talqin reading in Dahlia's ear. While pleading for a pinta, may the gripper of life give ease to the mother in the face of this deadly sakaratul.

"Suster Ana, brother Seroja!"

The stillness of this room was broken down by the presence of Alamanda. Ana, standing by the door, welcomed Alamanda, who had just woken up from her sleep.

"Darling!" said Ana while holding back the tightness in her chest and started holding Alamanda's hand.

"Suster, Manda just dreamed of seeing mom go far. Manda wants to see Mom, Sus. Manda wants to sleep with mom."

Manda's speech managed to make the clear circle of people who were in this room fall instantly. Perhaps this is what is called the bond between mother and child. Amanda wants to be close to her mother, who could be one last time.

"Honey, come! Sit here with Seroja. We'll accompany Mom together."

With a trembling voice, Seroja invited Alamanda to sit nearby. Before long, Ana led Alamanda's footsteps to approach Seroja.

"Serod, is mom asleep? Or did you open your eyes?"

Unable to withstand all the turmoil of taste that raged in the chest, Seroja pulled Alamanda's small body for her to clench into his arms. He showered the heads of Alamanda with affection.

"Honey, son of shalihah, pray for mother. Pray for me to get through this time well..."

"W-what happened to my mother, brother? Mother why? You're okay, right?"

Alamanda trimmed Seroja's speech by asking questions that persist. The question of Alamanda's small lips is what increasingly erodes the inner Seroja.

"Honey, you will return to God. Alamanda whispers tawhid in mother's ear. That she may face God in good condition."

Still while rubbing the back of Alamanda, Seroja tried to give understanding and strength to Alamanda.

"Does that mean you're going far away? Does that mean you're leaving Alamanda, sister?"

Seroja shook her head faintly while throwing a rough breath. "Don't darling, you'll never go far. My mother will always be in my heart. Now Alamanda whispers the word tawhid in the ear of mother huh. May God forgive all the sins of our mothers and may we be gathered in God's heaven. Alamanda son of shalihah, inshaAllah the prayer of Alamanda will be affirmed by Allah."

The little girl's nose was flattened and in the end the cry broke through Alamanda's lips. Again, that roaring cry again sounded heart-wrenching.

Alamanda's small hand gently stroked Dahlia's face. He kisses the mother's cheeks and forehead lovingly. And he brought his lips to Dahlia's ear.

"If you are going to face God, Alamanda will give you. May God forgive all the sins of the Mother and be given the way of light."

Alamanda wiped her tears. "Mother don't be sad, Alamanda here won't be alone. There will be Seroja's sister and Ana's sister who will accompany Alamanda. Go quietly, Mother..."

Alamanda took a deep breath and he exhaled softly. "Laa ilaha illallah, muhammadurrasulullah... Laa ilaha illallah, muhammadurrasulullah... Laa ilaha illallah muhammadurrasulullah...."

After Alamanda said that sentence, Dahlia's breath seemed to be stuck in her throat. Both his eyes are getting bigger. Before long it sounded like someone was hiccuping, and slowly, both of Dahlia's eyes closed.

The middle-aged woman's grasp loosened from Seroja's hand and instantly squeezed and dangled on her side.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji...."

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