The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 94: Seroja Promise

"So how did Ustadz Hakim respond with the news that the younger brother of ustadz Hakim used to live in a localization and had become a comfort woman?"

At the residence of Mukhlas, this afternoon seems so crowded with the presence of news hunters who are gathering in the yard of the house. Gathered to hear a clarification directly from the ustadz, will a news circulating in the wider community. A hot news that if peeled will definitely get a good response from the community. That way, if this news is made public consumption, instantly ratting a live television station will rise drastically. And it will certainly be a big advantage for the owners of the television station itself. That is what makes the news hunters willingly jostled in front of the residence Mukhlas to get a clarification directly from the source.

An expression that says that the higher the tree, the busier the fruit and the firmer the wind hit it, maybe currently very suitable pinned for the Mukhlas family. Five months after he and his wife managed to deliver their two children at the gate of marriage, the lives of these two children are always in happiness even the path of sustenance for both of them comes from any direction. But it seems that at this time the phrase is very fitting with what is happening to his family.

That phrase was like life that everyone had probably felt. The more a person grows up, the more lessons and experiences one gets. And there will be more and more tests that hit and many tested with various trials. When the roots are strong, surely the tree will remain standing firmly will never waver as hard as the storm hit.

The judge standing in front of the porch only gave a slight smile. He who was just about to leave to review the kecimpring factory owned by his father, he expressed his intention when he saw some news hunters had flocked to his residence. Even so surprised but the young ustadz tried to remain calm in his attitude.

"Mas, Ma'am all, before I give a clarification, it's good that Mas-mas and Mbak-mbak enter here first. It seems very uncomfortable to stand in the yard. Please come in first!"

The judge landed his butt in a small chair with a table in front of him. About the series of questions that had been thrown from one of these journalists can be ascertained that the origin of the sister has been sniffed by the media. As one of the rising young ustadz, it is not surprising that they want to know about the life of their extended family which may be a source of news that will be very exciting to peel.

"So how is the response of Ustadz Hakim regarding the news that is circulating in the community today? Is it true, Ustadz Hakim's younger brother lives in the localization and was once a comfort woman?"

The judge just gave me a little smile. Actually, he wanted to bury deeply the life story that his biological brother had passed. But it seems he must provide a clarification so that the news that is heard in the ears of the community becomes a news like a snowball that continues to roll non-stop.

"I'm not going to do much statin here. About my sister once lived in localization is true. But regarding my sister was once a comfort woman who in the sense of peddling her body to many men, I reiterate that the news is not true."

"Then how is the Ustadz Hakim facing the news that has recently been so widely heard? Does Ustadz Hakim not worry if this news actually makes the fame of ustadz Hakim dim and make people outside think badly of ustadz Hakim?"

The judge chuckled softly at the question of one of the thieves of this news. Still calmly, he tried to answer this question.

"There are no specific things I do to deal with this increasingly rolling news. I will only give a clarification that I have to give, certainly not entirely. Because there are basically privacy-privacy that I do not have to open in public."

The judge paused for a moment. Trying to scoop the air deep to fill his chest cavities with oxygen.

"Of fame, it is all from God. And if indeed Allah wants to take it back, I will return it with sincerity and a big heart."

"Then, what about the relationship of Ustadz Hakim himself with his sister? Is everything okay?"

"That's for sure. My relationship with my sister is so good. And it will be fine forever. It has become our duty and obligation as a family, holding it tightly in a loving and affectionate embrace. What is my sister's past let be something that has passed, without needing to be taken into account."

While the two people who were in the car could only stare at everything presented before their eyes with a pushy look. A couple who have since seen and heard what the young ustadz experienced. Without feeling the clear crystals falling one by one from the window of the heart belongs to the wife.

"I didn't expect that my past would have such a bad impact on my own brother Mas. I really feel guilty about the Judge."

Randy, who also felt what was felt by his wife, can only hold her fingers tightly. He pulled the body of his beloved wife to bring her into the deck.

"I'm also part of your dark past, dear. I'm sorry that I also plunged you into that pit of sin. But we can what? We cannot change the past. All we can do is fix our future, honey."

Randy parses his little embrace. He cupped his palms on the cheeks of his beloved wife. Gently, he gave a kiss on the lips of his eternal lover.

"Don't over-fors your mind with things that can disturb your psyche. Remember, in your womb is growing our future baby. Do not let what is a burden on your mind affect less well for the growth and development of our baby."

Seroja just nodded softly. She agreed with what her husband said. That bad thoughts in his mind can have a bad impact with the growing fetus in his womb.

Five months of married life with Randy, during that time Seroja also contains the fruit of their love. Allah is All-Good, without giving a pause, He has entrusted the most beautiful gift to the couple.

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"Sister, Seroja is really sorry for what happened to Judge. What Hakim experienced was none other than Seroja's past."

Tightly, Seroja hugged the body of her biological sister. Spilling all the worries that so disturbed the peace of his soul. After seeing the news-hunters flocking the sister with questions about her past, the five-month-old woman was struck by a sense of guilt. Guilty, because it could be after this, the career built by the brother by becoming a young ustadz loved by the pilgrims will end here due to the past of one of his family members.

The judge simply reviewed the sweetest smile he had. He understood very well what was the concern of his biological brother's heart. He could only rub the back of his sister to transfer the calmness in his heart.

"Daddy, why are you apologizing? It's no one's fault. Because this has become one of God's decrees. So you don't have to apologize."

The judge shook his head as a sign that he disagreed less with what his sister said. He stretched his embrace from the body of the sister and he looked closely at the two beads of the eyes of the woman in front of him.

"Decks, even ants have their sustenance guaranteed by God let alone us as human beings who are given reason and mind. So we do not have to worry about the sustenance we will get. Most importantly, we intend to pick up the sustenance itself."

"That's what your brother said, son. We must not worry about the sustenance given by God. Because basically, everything is guaranteed by God himself," continued Mukhlas who helped calm the concern of the child's heart.

"If you're worried that Brother won't get his sustenance from the lectures of the Judge, isn't there still my father's kecimpring factory? Judge can continue that factory, Dek. And the factory can also be a source of sustenance for you Dek, because you are also one of the heirs of my father's kecimpring factory."

Seroja can only smile thinly. Although all members of his family did not blame him but still, deep down, the guilt was still spoiled.

"On the factory, Seroja leave it entirely to the Judge. Seroja will never ask for Seroja's rights from the factory, brother."

The judge gasped when he heard his sister's words. "But Dek, you still have the rights of the factory because we are the sons of the father's daughter, who will later become the heirs of the father." The judge looked at his parents. "Isn't that so Dad, Mom?"

Mukhlas and Lily nodded their heads together. "That's right, son. You still have the rights to the factory that I've managed for decades. So you deserve it."

Seroja smiled and spoke again. "God has given so much sustenance and pleasure to Seroja, Sister, Well. Through the convection factory that Seroja has, and also through the presence of Randy mas. If the Judge still asks Seroja to accept the rights of the father's factory, now also in front of the Judge, sister Ana, father, mother, Alamanda, and husband Seroja himself, he said, Seroja decided to grant the inheritance rights that Seroja has to the Judge completely."

Everyone in the room gasped for what Seroja decided. They just throw one another's eyes.

"But Nak?"

"Dad, let's just say this is Seroja's request. Seroja sincerely lillahi ta'ala grants the property rights of Seroja to the brother of Judge and family."

I don't know what happened, word by word that was said from Seroja's lips sounded a little different than usual. Seroja's speech was like a last message spoken by the woman who is now twenty-eight years old. That's what makes Lily, Mukhlas, Hakim, Ana and Randy feel full at once. While Seroja can only smile because at least his presence can provide a little benefit to the people around him.

At a glance, Seroja glanced towards Alamanda who was currently sitting flanked by Ana and also the mother.

Brother promised, will try to find an eye donor for you Dek. Brother wants the window of your heart to open again so that you can see the beauty of this world.

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seriate....

Sorry, sorry, sorry for the delay. Gegara oleng to the Vishnu bang made Oja abandoned. hihihihi once again I apologize, brother..☺☺ Hopefully starting today I can return to routine to continue this story inshaAllah stay a few more parts towards ending...

And to give away that I promised... I just chose it right away... As I promised, I will choose 5 readers who contributed the most in the form of points or votes for this novel.

In 1st place is Novi Aryani

In 2nd place is Heni Rosmayati

In 3rd place because I myself then brother Feni mom martyr who rose to that position

In 4th place is Dina Mardhiana's sister

And in 5th place there is Dyandra

Please Novi, Brother Heni, brother Feni, sister Dina and sister Dyandra send home address via DM Ig yulia_rasti yes... There is something I want to give as one of my thanks.

In addition to all the readers who supported this work, I also thank you very much. May the virtues of all brethren be rewarded by Allah SWT.

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