ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Between Love, Lying and Sin

Thank goodness today is a pause in the mystery of God's story. Paddle pedal his bike now contains poetry drunk romance. The god Amor aimed his arrow not precisely at the heart, but at the heart.

While pedaling the bicycle pedal Syahrel hummed.

You drugged me, you drugged me,

With love

The love I am ashamed to say

You drugged me, you drugged me,

With love

Until I can't say

You drugged me until I daydreamed a lot

Thinking about us,

Can be together

I drugged love,

Your incomparable love

But maybe it can't, though,

I don't know I don't know

We are ashamed, heart,

To confess love to each other

Work as hard as heart,

Together forever

I drugged love.

You drugged me with love, you,

The love I am ashamed of

You drugged me with love, you,

Until I can't say

You drugged me until I daydreamed about us a lot,

Can be together

I'm on love dope, though,

The incomparable door…

The song Dissociated Love Melly Guslow and Yusri sung Syahrel along the way. Is this what it's like to fall in love?

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“Assalamu’alaikum Warohmatullohi Westarokatuh”, the end of two greetings has been completed in Isya prayers. Ten German vocabulary words were completed in Syahrel.

The target in one month Syahrel should memorize three hundred German vocabulary. I don't know what his goal is, Syahrel doesn't know why he likes German. In order to launch his German language, Syahrel deliberately sought out a former German-language magazine. That's where he emits his vocabulary perfection.

But there is something strange with the mother, since not a single word said from her lips. There must be something wrong with Syahrel.

“Mother, why shut up?”

Mother remained silent despite hearing the question from Syahrel.

“No usually Mother like this if there is nothing wrong with me.”

“What were you doing this afternoon?”

“I deliver the order magazine Dita.”

“Reason! Any more of your other intentions?”

“No Mother..”.

“I am your mother, can feel your gelagat that is beyond usual.”

“Remember son, what a mother is worried about will usually happen if you lie. Mother's message don't mess around. Mother is worried that something will happen to you. We don't have a father anymore. No one can protect us anymore”, Mother holds back tears.

“Syahrel can take care of yourself Mother.”.

The more complicated this relationship becomes. Syahrel's little heart was worried whether it should be continued or reached here. It was already seen a big odd that would be faced if Dita also put her heart to him.

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Elsewhere

My sweet diary's…

Today there are many strange events that I have encountered, starting from Valdis who reappeared in my life. I was shocked when I entered the lecture hall to see the face that once made me cry.  I think I'd like to curse him as a looser.

Without sin he greeted me, I had already sacrificed so much for a cowardly man like him. Apologies don't come out a word from his mouth. Why is he present again? Will she make me cry again? Sorry, Dita who is now not like Dita three years ago. Dita who is easily exposed to seduction and sweet words from crazy Caucasians like Valdis. Only capital looks bule alone dare to sell love everywhere!

But something impressed me with him. No matter how bad I am, he always surprises me. Like in the canteen this afternoon, Valdis gave me a moon orchid, he knew I liked orchids. The flowers are beautiful, I want to take care of them, but I'm not willing to keep anything that comes from Valdis.

With a heavy heart I gave the flower to Ciko, the woman so-called. Letting her sexual tendencies not be so obvious, she's my constant friend at college who comforts me when I'm sad, the dumping ground for my swearing. If you are upset at all lecturers, Ciko still wants to hear my complaints.

Thank God for Your creation of that one, ancient man who must be protected (out of his hair kriwel-kriwel, piercings on the chin and wearing old frame glasses).

Last afternoon I was amazed by a guy I took for granted, a newsboy. Turns out he's smart. What I didn't learn on campus he understood, especially about journalism, that guy was very polite. Although not the first time I met him, but only this afternoon I was able to talk a lot with him. Gahir, hahahaha.

If I hear his name as in the desert while riding a camel, ribet abbots I say it, the names of the Middle East. As far as I know I am Shahrukh Khan, not Syahrel Khan. But he was kind, looking for me to reference an errand.

She lives alone with her already vulnerable mother, A’yiah's mother. Duh, meet again a more complicated name than Syahrel. Nyokapnya work in my house as a diligent washing worker and little talk. The day after I met Syahrel, the clever newsboy. Hopefully in his hands my college assignments can be completed, he said,

Met night, sweet dreams.

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Another case with Syahrel, his mind hunts about choosing. Sometimes he smiled at the thought of what happened this afternoon, so beautiful, so real. Can talk a lot with Dita, a beautiful white girl with curly hair. His eyes were clad in blue softlens, his face was like a Latin American artist. Unexpectedly, Syahrel could know a girl like Dita. His prayer was granted by God.

“I thought Dita was arrogant."Syarel spoke with his heart.

“It turns out he is kind, friendly, really simple and wants to know people like me who are just a newsboy and a mosque manager.”

Two days later they promised to meet. Syahrel was asked by Dita to help with the work of the lecture that had not yet been completed. Waiting again, waiting again. This time, Syarel was patient. He said people are patient with God.

When remembering the words of Mother before she fell asleep, Syahrel's heart felt sad again and felt sinful, especially when the mother brought up about the late father.

“I'm worried that something will happen to you. We don't have a father anymore. No one can protect us anymore" Syahrel recalled his mother's words, he was afraid of anything happening with his son. Syahrel the dilemma between love and sin. The seed of love grew in his heart and worries hurt his feelings.

“Yes Allah, guide you to a mystery of life that I do not know myself, the knowledge of the servant is limited by the breadth of Your knowledge. Lead the servant to the right path. Weak servant, "this prayer sends Shahrel in his rest.

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