The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 87: Preparation

Adiba pegs his body in front of the mirror in the room. While occasionally seen tidying up the hijab and makeup polish that adorns her beautiful face. The aura of her beauty doubled as the blissful hue also framed her face. Happy, because in a moment, someone he will soon arrive. Who else if not Fakhru with his family troupe.

This morning, the handsome young man called Adiba. Give a message if tonight he will visit his residence. Looked to convey his good intention to propose the twenty-four-year-old girl.

For Adiba, everything feels sudden. Although sudden but in no way reduces the level of happiness that rises in the chest. Because in the end, all the pinta that he gave to the owner of life, was affirmed and got his riddho.

"There's no need for you to apply that powder, son. Because Umi's daughter already looks so pretty."

Adiba reviews a smile on his lips. He who was previously busy retouching the powder on his face, he put the powder on the dressing table. Apparently he wanted to welcome the sudden arrival of the mother.

"Umi said what? Adiba's face is mediocre, Umi."

Aisyah landed her ass on the edge of Adiba's bed. Through the reflection of the mirror, he enjoyed the beauty of the princess that was clearly imprinted there.

"MashaAllah, you really look so pretty, son. It doesn't feel like you'll soon be picked up by a young man. Though it seems like just yesterday Umi pet you and it turns out soon you will play the role of a wife."

Adiba was moved softly while turning his heels to get closer to Aisyah. The girl sat on the edge of the bed, next to her mother. "Maybe it's time for Adiba to give up Adiba's single life, Umi. And thank God for all the prayers and prayers that God has set in heaven."

Aisyah nodded her head. Life and death are divine secrets. And the middle-aged woman had only always believed that this was the right time for the princess to let go of her time of solitude.

"Are you happy, son?"

Adiba slightly hardened his laughter. "Which unhappy woman is being edited by men like aa' Fakhru, Umi? Any woman would be happy. And thank God Adiba is that woman."

Aisyah clasped the princess' hand tightly. The middle-aged woman was also no less happy about getting a daughter-in-law who looked so perfect. Both his nature, attitude and physique seem to reinforce that he is a perfect man.

"Umi is also happy when if you are happy, son. There is nothing Umi hopes for but seeing you pick up your happiness. May Allah ease and expedite all your affairs."

"Aamiin, aamiin yes rabbal alaamiin. It will not be obtained if there is no sincere prayer from Umi and Abi. Pray that everything will be fine."

Aisyah hugged Adiba's body tightly. There was a sense of unwillingness that lingered spoiled at the bottom of his heart when he thought that soon the princess would live far away from him. But as hard as he can, he must trim all those flavors that can only add to the burden for Adiba in stepping.

"Adiiba!"

The mother and child who were hugging were both shocked when they heard the voice of someone who suddenly appeared in Adiba's private room. As they circled their gaze towards the source of the voice, a beautiful and graceful female figure stood in the doorway.

"Seroja Bak!" he called out the name of someone standing in the doorway.

Since all of Seroja's past was revealed, his parents took Seroja to go to Abdul and Aisyah's residence. They introduced the princess to Abdul and Aisyah who were none other than her uncle and aunt. And today is the second time Seroja visited the Adiba residence. If he had previously come to be closer to one of his relatives, now he came to the Adiba residence to witness firsthand his cousin's proposal event with his childhood friend. There was no other feeling that came to his heart than an immeasurable sense of happiness.

"Alhamdulillah I'm good Ma'am. Come in, Ma'am, sit here!"

Seroja swung her footsteps and began to land her buttocks on the small chair that was in front of the dressing table. "How's Diba? Are you feeling nervous?"

While chuckling softly, Seroja tried to melt all the atmosphere. He saw the face of his cousin's sister was so tense. Maybe it's tense because he's getting married soon.

"Of course I feel nervous Mommy." Adiba groped his face. "Is this make-up I'm wearing so menor? Does my makeup look perfect?"

Seeing the behavior of Adiba who is slightly other than usual this only makes Seroja more chuckling. Not only Seroja, Aisyah also chuckled. The middle-aged woman shook her head again. Just this time he saw the princess was so worried about her appearance. But she already looks so beautiful.

"You look really pretty Diba. I'm sure that Fakhru will be so proud to question you."

Adiba breathed deeply. "Thank you very much, Ma'am. Maybe I would have never felt this kind of happiness if it hadn't helped me."

Seroja laughs crisply. He considered his cousin's sister to be too much. "Even I didn't do anything to Diba."

Diba shook his head. "No Ma'am. Ma'am Seroja has done great things for me."

Now Seroja's forehead is shrinking. "You mean how's Diba? I really don't understand."

"I know that actually at that time Aa' Fakhru had expressed what he felt to mbak Seroja. However, Seroja refused it." Adiba paused for a moment before returning he continued. "Was Seroja mbak doing that because he was adrift of a promise we ever agreed that mbak Seroja will bring me closer to aa' Fakhru?"

Seroja began to understand where the direction of Adiba's conversation. Maybe his cousin's sister is worried and anxious if Fakhru just forced to welcome his presence.

"Trust me that I have no special feelings for Fakhru other than just as a friend because in childhood only Fakhru and his family were willing to medekat and accept my existence. And one thing you should know, Diba. That Fakhru is a man who is responsible for all the decisions he has taken. And he would never play tricks on the relationship he was in, let alone the sacred relationship that is marriage."

"But if at that time I had never asked Seroja for help, could Seroja would have welcomed Fakhru's feelings?"

Seroja's gaze circled around this room. His view is empty. "The heart cannot be forced, Diba. At that time I felt Fakhru was the perfect man and it would be a pity if I did not welcome him. But my heart is still shackled by love for Randy. That's what made me choose not to accept Fakhru."

Adiba was so happy to hear the words directly from Seroja's lips. Apparently he was so lucky to have a brother like Seroja. "Thank you for everything Seroja has done for me. Thank you." Thank you."

"Back of love Diba!"

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