ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
3x4 m² : Sai Anju Ma Au

Dusk has changed, after the ritual sounds of the grand houses. Repeatedly heard sholawat Nariyah recited from inside the mosque, so shahdu that it was able to hypnotize anyone who heard.

Such is the tradition of the corner society of Jakarta which in fact is full of religious values. When teenagers of his age are engrossed in adapting to the times, another case with Syahrel.

An hour before reverberating, Syahrel had already gathered in his i’tikafnya, bowed whispering masyuk with only, simple in life.

After dawn Adhan Syahrel prepared to start his activities with a bag made of knitted oysters containing newspapers leftover sales yesterday to be restored.

Slowly the sun travels through the ventilation pores. Mother also began activities after dawn prayers, starting with sweeping the yard of the house.

Last night it rained so hard with strong winds, as a result he left behind a litter of leaves and fragile branches. They lived together, after five years ago the father left both.

Now only Syahrel continues to scavenge a living for the Mother, although sometimes the mother is often asked by neighbors to wash clothes. Not how much the mother's wages as washing porters, but they are so grateful for the situation.

One full day Syahrel earned a profit ranging from Ten to Fifteen thousand rupiah. Thank goodness if there is still leftover, can be set aside to save.

Yes, this is the way of life, although hard must be faced. Their lives are quite unpretentious, in a room of 3x4 m², skinny face leaning in fatigue after tired of clinging to dust and sweat this afternoon.

The rain suddenly sounded louder. Frequently when the rain comes, rainwater enters the Mother's room.

Immediately Syahrel moved from where he was leaning, taking a container of water, afraid of splashing rain water woke Mother who looked sound asleep .

“Mother's pity, tired of working one full day washing clothes,"mumbled Syahrel in heart.

Isya's new Adhan rang out, rushing Syahrel towards the mosque. The rain was getting worse and worse, the umbrella was taken.

Quite a distance home to the mosque, a little worried he left the mother alone. Hopefully after the prayer later the mother is still sleeping.

Along the way, no one was seen leaving the house. Maybe the heavy rain makes them reluctant to come out and they prefer to blanket or joke with family rather than wet to rain just for prayer.

Yeah, a little bit understandable. Iqomah was completed by Fardi, the mu’adzin.

A burly man with a white turbaned head and an old age marker face wrinkle, led the jama’ah prayer tonight.

Haji Arsyad bin Umar is quite respected by local residents, besides being generous, he is famous as a trader of heavy goods and industrial production. Magnificent houses and luxury cars do not make Haji Arsyad takabur.

Not one bit he seems to keep the arrogance that is judged by neighbors, his glory to be heard to distant neighbors though.

Mother sometimes tells about the household Hajj Arsyad, life and customs and customs in the house, polite and appreciative of the old and dear to the younger. The father understands what the child wants and the child is full of humility and courtesy to parents.

Before the night break, the mother usually told a story, while Syahrel fell asleep one pillow with him. Mommy knows all of these things because she was once part of an employee helping Hajj Arsyad.

After completing the prayer Isya Syahrel rushed home, worried that mother woke up because of the sound of heavy rain. The increasingly heavy rain makes some roads inundated with water, the sewer looks a little clogged due to the unrelenting flow of water.

Shocked when Syahrel entered the courtyard of the house, he was stunned at a young girl who he did not know, high-statured, wet unravelled curls, wearing modern clothes wrapped in a sapphire necklace. The girl was clipped in an encyclopedia, revealing a bit of her status as a student.

It turned out that the young girl was not alone, she was accompanied by another girl, either a friend or her brother who was not worth her height but looked just as beautiful.

“Sorry yes, ride in shade," said the tall girl.

Syahrel replied with a slightly nervous smile and hurriedly entered the house. Apparently from inside the house the mother had woken up, wearing a mukena, apparently she had just finished praying.

“Who's outside son?"ask mother.

“Syahrel doesn't know who Nda is. There are two girls”.

Mother peeked out from behind the curtains.

“Oh, the daughter and niece of Mr. Anggoro Rel”.

Mother approached the two, “You are the daughter of Mr. Anggoro right?”

“Be, right ma'am," they said nervously.

“Then for a minute, I'll take the umbrella first. The night is getting late, fear your parents worry.”

"Thank you Ma'am,“ said the tall girl wearing a tank top inside with empire touch and flower creation on the chest, wrapped in a white Younger jacket, her long hair was allowed to unravel. The two were seen rushing out of the courtyard of Aasyiah Mother's house.

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00.45 WIB

Syahrel's eyes have not been closed, the notebook and ball point are still clamped on his fingers. Yes, Syahrel did often spend time writing even though none of his work was published.

Perhaps because Syahrel never tried to publish it or rather Syahrel considered his work not worthy of publication.

In front of Syahrel there are three books that are specifically neat as well as a German dictionary.Teramat often Syahrel sleeps late at night sometimes until dawn, just to read a book or write. Often he left his stomach empty unfilled when staying up late.

For a moment he rested his head on a worn pillow. The figure of the lunglai lying on the bed, looks tired face and eyes closed so tightly.

In his eye bags there is a drop of water flowing from between the skin of the eyes that have been wrinkled, tired mother looks when he fell asleep. Reflected proof of the formidable struggle, witness to the true struggle of a mother.

Mother is a woman armed only with tears. He noticed the wet lips of the Mother, from which a million hopes were spoken, a glimmer of his hope prayer was chanted from the withered lips.

From the lips it also remembered the childhood, chat Sai Anju Ma Au as my sleep sender at that time.

Aha do Alana's

She's bossirna hasian

Sai muruk ho tu ahu

Molo tung adong nahubaen

Pasingot hasian

Molo hurimangi

Natua au

Nga tung mania atekki

Sipata bossir soada

Dibaekko mangarsak ahu

Molo adong na salah manang na hurang pambaenakki

Sai anju ma au's

Sai anju ma au ito

Sai anju ma au's

Sai anju ma au ito nalagu

He used to chant the verse to accompany my sleep, when my father was still accompanying our jokes and laughter, fourteen years ago.

Fourteen years is not a short time. During that time the Mother struggled to bone to raise Syahrel alone. Sometimes terbesit regret in the heart of Syahrel who almost knit the age of adulthood but has not had time to repay the efforts of his mother.

Their lives were not like this. Syahrel's father worked for a German company as maintenance electrical, but their property was sold out because the father fell ill.

Dad suffered for a year, ever since he was convicted of leukemia or blood cancer whose cure was never found. For a year, I had to go to the hospital.

Last time I took the road, because the money supply was up. Their savings to fulfill the perfection of the Islamic pillars were not left.

Yeah, that's human. Man only plans, whereas drama scenarios per act only God is in control. Syahrel's age at that time was only eight years.

Now only 3x4 m² room with a kitchen that is only separated with a plywood bulkhead of the rest of the treasures that Dad left behind. Here, hope for the sake of hope they knit.

May there be another will from God

show it. We just try as much as possible like ordinary people. In the morning, when the sun crept along with the sound of the jalu crowing, we set out to forage for sustenance. Mother began her activities racing against foam, while Syahrel, after tidying up the mosque he rushed to peddle newspapers.

Before leaving to peddle newspapers, Syahrel tried to ease the work of the mother sweeping the yard of the house. Especially because it rained heavily last night, there must be a lot of twigs and leaves scattered there.

In the corner of the room, a small object was seen with an ID clip, apparently an ID card. Oh, Student Sign Card. The name of the owner of KTM, Andita Sastiani Sirait, a student of the Faculty of Communication Sciences.

“This card may mean a lot, surely the woman is restless looking for this," muttered Syahrel in heart.

“Ah, if it is really valuable, surely the owner will look for it," denied the voice of another Syahrel.

Behind the window was a woman who was just staring at a man from a distance, a tall man in a white shirt, with always wet hair. His nose resembled the beak of an Eagle, while he was coolly talking to the head of the foundation.

"Try once in a while you enter my heart chamber, Brother will find your name in the heart." His eyes looked and the voice continued to speak.

"If you know the edges like this, I'll do it during yesterday's proposal." Nabila regretted the incident back then, when the family of Haji Syahrul asked him to be the companion of the sole heir to the large family of Haji Syahrul.

"Indeed Ustadz Rozzi is cool, intelligent and quite authoritative." The voice surprised Nabila who had earlier looked at Onci from behind the administration room.

"O Allah Ustadz Burhan, ngagetin. Who is watching Ustadz Ozi."

"When, don't lie about your feelings. Why didn't you accept Mr. Haji's proposal at that time, when he asked Bila to be Ustadz Ozi's future wife."

"Ustadz Burhan doesn't know, there's a story before it."

"What incident?"

"Aaah was confused as well if I told her. And enough of Nabila to know."

"If Nabila does not mind and believe it is the same as me, ready to be a friend when vent." The man with the thin beard and mustache offered to be a friend sharing his story.

"Before the day H, Ozi met Nabila, and asked Bila to give an excuse if he was not ready to get married. And if you follow his directions. Nabila thought that Kak Ozi was not ready to get married, in fact?"

"Truly? Appeared lady yan yesterday hajj mother introduced to us, right? If if you really like Ustadz Ozi, why not try to steal his attention."

"Isn't stealing the stadz's sin? If there's a lawful way why steal?"

"Haha...That's not what I mean Bil, but rather pay attention to Ustadz Ozi and help his work, soon there is a new building construction. Well, try helping Ustadz Ozi, or you can give him a hint that If he has a heart he needs to pay attention to."

"When it's still too innocent to do that stadz."

"Ah you haven't tried already given up. Tomorrow there will be a weekly study, just try Nabila also join ta'lim and there must be Ustadz Ozi. And not Nabila also often met him? Because it is also part of the administrative staff. Later I will encourage Bila to become a secretary of the foundation so that he will meet more often with Ustadz Ozi and Pak Haji. Remember When! It all needs a process."

"Jadzakumullah ustadz, already willing to help. Nabila follow the process alone, again also the women of choice Ustadz Ozi more beautiful and intelligent look."

"Yasah Nabila quite silent, slowly I help. If indeed Nabila likes Ustadz Ozi."

"When it's a Ustadz woman, when it's a yes when it comes to talking directly to her man, it's taboo that women express their feelings first. Is it stadz?"

"Yes I understand, but what is wrong if as I suggested earlier, to secretly take his attention."

"But...When confused Ustadz. And only this time Nabila experienced like this."

"Yaudah I will slowly help Nabila, so that Ustadz Ozi understand Nabila's feelings."

"Thank you Ustadz Burhan for helping, please keep this a secret, Stadz?"

"See, take care of it."

Ustadz Burhan who is also an English teacher caught Nabila watching Onci from a distance and he managed to make Nabila open about his feelings. He also wanted to help Nabila to get Onci, which was none other than Ustadz Ozi or Farurrozi.

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After the Dhuha prayer, Umi and abah had been waiting for Onci for breakfast. Because today the event will be crowded, before Dzuhur preparation for weekly studies has been carried out by the organizing committee.

The weekly study will be attended by the general public, the parents of the guardians, and attended by Habaib and Kiayi-Kinaya major.

Fortunate? Who attended hundreds or even thousands of people crowded the mosque later. There were even worshippers present from outside the area. Besides Haji Syahrul is a missionary or financing that has a wide association, and abah is also the chairman of alumni of pesantren cottage and speakers who are quite influential.

"Ente don't forget to attend Zi later, and invite Thea to follow ta'lim. The obligation of the husband later it educates the wife well. If you are married, the initial trust from parents will turn to the husband. And how you can be exposed to a wife of Soleha if you yourself do not allow yourself. How can you get a good wife like Aisha, if you do not treat the Prophet."

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Quote by Abah :

"How can we get a righteous wife like Aisha, if we do not treat the Prophet."

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"Yes Bah, Ozi understands and understands. Take Ozi's breakfast to school for a while and pick up Thea."

"Already, keep the aurat and distance with another mahram, fear you nyetrum."

"Yes Bah."

"Change will not forget, and please arrange so you can meet with Thea's parents. Abah likes it the most, if your religious affairs are toying with. Just choose, finish your relationship with Thea or a movement of sunah apostle, perfect your religion and get married, understand that!"

Surprised instead of a bitch, Onci's breakfast stalled before her lips, as she began to intimidate and emphasize a sentence, "What she liked most, if your religious affairs were toying. Just choose, finish your relationship with Thea or a movement of sunah apostle, perfect your religion and get married, understand that!"

Abah does not like if Onci toying with religious affairs and you do not hesitate to ask Onci not to relate to Thea, if you are not immediately met with the parents of Thea. Even if abah and Umi go to neighboring Malaysia, they are ready.

"Oh my God, why is the matter so runyemnya?" onci said in the daydream.

"Finish your breakfast, and please control the preparation of the event, then pick up Thea."

"Yes Bah,.."

When he finished his morning breakfast, Onci rushed to school and picked Thea up.

He approached Ustadz Burhan who was arranging the preparations for the event.

"Cang Roni, later the team hadroh do not forget to be prepared huh?" pinta Ustadz Burhan to other committee.

"Sound system definitely do not have noise Well Mang Endang?"

Ustadz Burhanuddin's activities came to a halt as Onci came and approached him.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Greet Ustadz Burhan ahead of Onci saying hello.

"Wa'alikum salam. What else is less stadz?" after answering his greetings, Onci questioned the preparedness of the event to Ustadz Burhan.

"So far it's been all ok Stadz. You asked Mr. Kiayi for a welcome, ready?"

"Greetings? What is ustadz?!" Onci was surprised when asked Ustadz Burhan for a welcome in the event.

"Yes opening welcome, well most academic development of the foundation alone."

"Astaghfiullah! Ane just heard from Ustadz Burhan. Abah said nothing, but breakfast together."

"Yesterday he called ane to enter the name ustadz Ozi for a welcome."

"What else does he want? The show was called a welcome." Onci said in his heart, upset by Abah's actions. He secretly put his name on the show.

"Then this could die standing up!"

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*Onci increasingly does not understand with the attitude of abah, which always makes it a brain cramp, ranging from threats until he does not understand, which always makes him, why hear from others that today Onci was asked to welcome at such a large event, there was almost no preparation. Moreover, he had to pick up Thea, teaching Sunday school.

Aghhhkrrr!

What a shitty day for Onci, we wait for what happens on his Sunday Onci*.

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