The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 85: Funeral

Seroja sits limp next to the burial mound that still looks wet. Lily, Mukhlas, and Randy are also seen standing around the mound. While Hakim and Ana have returned to the residence Seroja first remember Alamanda who still looks so devastated about the departure of the mother and from that moment can only cry stunned. The little girl seemed to be so shaken when she remembered that she was currently living as an orphan.

Just a moment ago, Dahlia's body was buried. And at this time only seen a sprinkling of flowers on the ground with a wooden board that became a sign of ownership of the tomb. A cycle of life that must be passed by man before he lives in eternal life is life in the afterlife. The world is indeed a temporary place of rest where man gathers provisions for eternal life.

"Mother?!" seroja lirih. His eyes looked very puffy, because from last night, he was crying over Dahlia's departure. Although Dahlia is not her birth mother, the twenty-seven-year-old woman loves Dahlia and truly feels lost when Dahlia is gone for good.

Lily who was standing behind Seroja's back, shifted her body and crouched down at the princess' side. He grabbed Seroja's body to bring her into his arms.

"Think of your aunt's departure, son. InshaAllah Aunt Dahlia is calm there," said Lily while rubbing Seroja's back.

Seroja nodded faintly. The rumbling in his chest seemed to be uncontrollable. Memories in the past, like a puzzle that, if arranged perfectly, only leaves the bitterness alone.

"Seroja has forgiven Dahlia's mother, Mom. Seroja is sincere. May Allah always grant forgiveness to the mother of Dahlia and be placed in the best place there."

Lily nodded her head. "InshaAllah Darling. God will hear all your prayers and prayers. And InshaAllah, it is your prayer that will be the lantern for aunt Dahlia in her grave."

Seroja tried desperately to brush off and throw away all the memories that always come attacking. Memories of past events roaming around in his brain. The events that felt so bitter like swallowing bile and leaving only the wound debris that is still gaping wide.

"Astaghfirullah p 'adzim .. keep me away from all kinds of bad thoughts that can erode the sincerity of my heart to forgive Dahlia's mother Rabbi. I don't want to weigh in on Dahlia's mother's departure just because I still have bad things going on in my mind."

Although soft, Seroja's words can still be heard by Lily, Mukhlas and Randy. The three people seemed to understand what Seroja felt. Everything that Dahlia had done to the twenty-seven-year-old woman seemed not easy to be erased by time. What Dahlia has done in the past has left a trail of wounds that may never be lost. A single word that sounds so simple and simple yet so difficult to execute.

Seroja's tears trickled back down the frame of her beautiful face. It did not escape Lily's sight. The middle-aged woman tried to strengthen the princess.

"Mother believes that this Mother's daughter has an ocean-wide heart. Whatever bad behavior Aunt Dahlia has done to you, you must have forgiven. It's no longer time to remember the bad things Dahlia's aunt once did, honey. Now is the time for you to forgive her."

"That's exactly what your mother said, son. If those bad memories you still remember, then really only will make you far from sincere. And certainly it will burden your aunt, when facing the Divine," continued Mukhlas agreed with the words of the wife.

Slowly, the canvas of the sky began to darken. Previously, the day decorated by the blazing sun, now changed the row of cloudy clouds that began to dominate. It can be ascertained, if soon raindrops will fall from the sky and wet the earth.

Randy's head looked up. Sure enough, the scratches of the sky ink looked increasingly concentrated. "Seroja, let's go home. Look, it's gonna rain soon and it's gonna make you sick if you get rained."

The man was still worried about his woman if bad things happened to him. Since with his own eyes he saw Seroja hurt by Rosmala blindly, he promised himself that he would always keep Seroja both born and inner.

Mukhlas and Lily also raised their faces. The two middle-aged agreed with Randy's remark, that it would indeed rain soon. Lily started to rise from her squatting position.

"That's exactly what Randy said, honey. It is also getting late afternoon. Let's go home. Tomorrow, you can visit again here," said Lily who also helped provide an understanding.

Seroja. He got up from his previous position and stood beside Mukhlas and Randy. Following Lily, the four men were now ready to go home. Their footsteps swayed, surely to hasten to leave this place. Slowly, the four men began to leave the dahlia mound. Before Seroja came out of the burial area, she slightly turned her body and looked back at Dahlia's grave with an unreadable look.

Have a good rest, Mother, may Allah forgive the sins and wrongs that you have committed. Rest in peace, Mother. Thank you for all you have given me. Thank you, because at least at the end of my mother's age, I can still accompany my mother. And thank you for such a beautiful name. I'm sorry if I made so many mistakes while being Mom's daughter. Now, I can only say good-bye mom.

And, in the end the four men left the burial area and returned home. Sure enough, upon entering the car, the sky water began to fall. The drizzle slowly turned into a slightly heavy rain and did not need to wait for a long time, the sky water seemed to pour over the earth.

This is the wheel of life. We who are still alive, are actually just waiting for the turn to be called back to His lap. Later in a place so quiet like this we are left alone. No friends at all. And who would accompany our bodies if not charity?

Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji....

Truly, whatever is in this world belongs to God, and to Him we return. The closest thing to us is death.

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Sorry if it's too short... After this, we will look at the lives of Seroja-Randy, Hakim-Ana and Fakhru-Adiba. 🥰🥰🥰

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