ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Two Names Adrift in Love
Syahrel fell asleep after the dawn prayer, considering that this is a national holiday so no newspaper should be delivered to customers. This morning Syahrel indulged himself, waking up in the afternoon. While sleeping soundly, mother opened the window, the sunlight kicked off Syahrel's sleep. Deliberately mother did this so as not to become a habit Syahrel wake up during the day.
“Aduh Mommy, glare.”Syahrel covered his face with a blanket.
“Wake up, it's noon, don't you get used to this.”
“What time is Mother?”
“Ten morning.”
Syahrel was shocked and got out of bed as quickly as possible. Today he promised to help Dita finish her college assignment. Hurry up and get a towel and a change of clothes. Apparently he was wrong to bring clothes, which was taken by Syahrel neglar belonging to the mother.
“Where are you going to nak?”
“Syahrel promise customer newspaper want to deliver his order this morning.”
“Not Charged by Rail?”
“Bu, not Mommy.”
“Don't rush, later something is left behind.”
“Iya Mother.”
Wearing a t-shirt and jeans makeshift, shoes have not been washed, hair is still wet, forget he tidied.
“Kok wear shoes nak?”
“Syahrel would like to take his order in direct printing, the problem is today the holiday agent Bunda.”
“Breakfast first, let it fill your stomach.”
“Syahrel eat at warkop Mas Parmin only Bunda.”
“Go nak, don't be in a hurry.”
Kissing Mother's hand, “Assalamu’alaikum mother, I pamit.”
“Wa’alaikum greetings, be careful yes son.”
Syahrel was worried, afraid Dita had long waited at Mini Market Yuda where Dita promised. Thirty minutes passed, and there was no visible part of Dita's nose.
“Is it possible that Dita has waited a long time, so she comes home again?"Syahrel tried to make an estimate. I have to go to his house. Ah, later if Dita comes here, long time longer she waits.” Inner war and restlessness raged within Syahrel.
“I wait another half hour. If Dita does not come also I just to his house.”
The sun is almost in the whirlpool of the head, the heat burning the skin. Syahrel hair dries and looks tangled in the wind. It has been an hour right Syahrel waiting for Dita, still he has not seen the figure of the Latin girl.
Syahrel took the initiative to Dita's house. He ran, his eyes fixed on every corner of the road, afraid of the road quarrel with Dita.
Sweat soaked all over the body, under the blazing sun Syahrel kept running. Occasionally he wiped his face with his hands, the distance of Dita's house with Mini Market Yuda was quite far, about five hundred meters.
His breath was cringing, his chest was already in pain. Arriving in the courtyard of Mr. Anggoro, there is no life. Looks deserted uninhabited. Syahrel was hoping to meet someone from inside the house.
His eyes far observed the figure of the woman behind the window of Pak Anggoro's house. Hopefully the housekeeper comes out. But the woman was busy, tidying up Mr. Anggoro's house. Five minutes later, the woman disappeared and suddenly appeared from behind the door.
“Ya Lord..apparently Mother!” Syahrel took shelter behind a mini bus parked in front of Pak Anggoro's house, making sure the woman was really Mommy.
The more obvious, it's Mommy. But not a single housekeeper was seen there only Mother.
“Then where is Dita?" Syahrel asked in his heart
Syahrel ran back to the mini market. As before, his eyes were still watching the road, every corner and small alley did not escape his sight.
The sun is still gallant with its rays, even two hours Syahrel waiting for Dita. He berated himself, already knew tomorrow there was an appointment, why he had to sleep in the morning. Dupus is the day to look forward to. The beautiful delusion of this day is destroyed because of his carelessness in taking advantage of time.
“Truly precious time. Often I read the advice of the ancients, that time is sword”, Syahrel's regret is not paid.
Today there are many regrets that Syahrel must accept, wake up already sinning, lying for the first time after he got pregnant. This is what makes him sorry.
“Mother, forgive me.” His footsteps were slow, there was nothing more to wait for.
He must go home and insist on apologizing at the feet of the mother for the sins committed. Syahrel stopped hoping and his heart fell on you with the mistakes he made and about the disappointment of waiting, many lessons he learned today. His empty stomach and pain began to feel in the heartburn, shortness of breath in the chest.
From behind, the black sedan car followed Syahrel's steps. The sound of a long horn surprised him, with an annoyed Syahrel taking a chunk of bricks. The hand swing stopped as the car's glass opened. The girl who awaited her promise threw a sweet smile.
“Sorry, I forgot to tell you. Today ascension Isa Al Masih, so I have worship.”
The heat of the fire vapor of hell changed the winds of heaven. Dita's soft voice muffled all the irritation and absorbency.
“Come in!” Auto open car door.
The smell of the sun has changed the room.
“A long time ago Rel?”
“Not old, just two hours.”
“Ha!? Sorry yes, sorry." Pinta Dita spoiled.
“From the other day you immediately go anyway, not any more what time he met. See calendar no, what holiday is it?” Add Dita.
“Yes, many mistakes I made.”
“Once again I'm sorry. As I need you, I should be the one waiting for you.”
“Tak what."Answer Syahrel briefly.
Syahrel observed the entire sedan Dita had. Elegant and luxurious with modern minimalist decor, in each seat there is a travel mate LCD about Five inches. Sound system woofer wrapped in ultraviolet lighting arranged gracefully.
In each rear seat bulkhead, four bottles of mineral water plus a mini tablet add to the luxury calculation of this car. Not to mention the usb cable that is directly connected to the note book.
“Cock silent Rail?” Your index finger presses a button near the speedometer. In front of Syahrel is an open mini closet complete with fizzy canned drinks and oddly branded.
“This drink is alcoholic Dit?”
“Gak Rails, when I give alcoholic drinks to a Syahrel, the mosque guard?”
“Kok you know?”
“Nonton at infotaiment.”
“Ah ngaco, that's Ariel Peterpan, not Syahrel!”
“Hahahahahaha."Dita laughs amusedly.
“I heard a lot by word of mouth who is really a Syahrel.”
“If that one I believe.”
“I also know, who are you”, Syahrel does not want to lose.
“Who?” Defiantly
“Princess of Mr. Anggoro.”
“Ah, that's a complex vegetable maker also tau.”
“Wkwkwkwkwkwk.”
They were so joking that they forgot where to go.
“We stopped by the mini market for a while huh?”
“A hundred meters, on the left side of the road there is a mini market," Sela Syahrel.
“Kok you know? Read the newspaper?”dita Syndir
“Ngeledek?”
“Sorry, kidding.”
At the end of the road, a white billboard with a black arial font in red, from a distance of thirty meters the name of the mini market is clearly read. Syahrel remained silent in the car, no half an hour two large white plastic bags had been lined up Dita.
“It's hair cream, perfume and facial foam. No offense, I just want to see you tidy.”
“Let's stop at the gas station for a second, I'm going to fill up on gas. You go to the toilet, clean your face and keep the perfume on. Don't forget, your hairdo is cool. Oops, another one I almost forgot, Dita took something from the travel bag, this is a t-shirt that I deliberately brought for you.”
As soon as Dita, until the appearance of Syahrel he noticed. Does he also harbor feelings like Syahrel?
“I'd hate to see guys tangled, squishy and dirty. No wibawannya as a man.” Dita's view is empty, curious to see Syahrel's new appearance.
“Mbak, it's done," the voice of the gas station attendant broke Dita's daydream.
“How much?” his eyes saw the speedprice in the engine.
“Seratus twenty-five thousand," said the officer.
“Thanks yes.”
The girl's eyes were fixed on everyone who came out of the toilet.
“Where is Syahrel?”dita's heart asked uneasily.
Tok to tok.
Surprised, “Ah you Rel, make me surprised!”
Dita's view is different, right in the direction of Syahrel. Noted every inch of change in the appearance of Syahrel, ranging from hair, face, loading for a moment in the nose betet and the fragrance of his body.
“Keren too," Dita voiced teasingly.
“You’re so handsome.”
“You praise what denounces?” he looked at Dita in shame.
“Maybe your contact lens has not been cleaned Dit, 'capture refresh contact liquid.
From Tanah Abang to Kuningan turn left road under fly over. Syahrel noticed the Dishub traffic board, they headed to Sudirman apparently.
“Where to Dit?”
“I have a favorite place in Sudirman area. Never been a culinary tour of European cuisine, right Rel?”
“Not yet," he shook his head.
“I take you to eat first, only later I torture, hahaha," Dita laughed.
“Means?”
“Help me finish the task, ok?”
“Beres...”.
The car stopped at a luxury restaurant in South Jakarta. A warm and friendly welcome is seen from the smile of the waiters of the restaurant.
Wall decoration a blend of local and European culture is seen from duplicates of Monalissa paintings and miniature Borobudur Temple and neatly covered pendet dancer dolls in glass cabinets.
The signature of the top brass of the republic is framed in a large canvas. Not to forget the names of some famous artists
occupy empty space in the canvas. Syahrel was amazed and
little weird.
“And the mother is here," he said at heart.
He remembered the mistake this morning. “
"Im sorry Syahrel Mother, Syahrel lied," he regretted in his heart.
Dita booked a place in a private room, a special room for guests who need peace. Usually the ones who book this place are young executives, officials or celebrities and their families. All financial transactions in this restaurant using dollar currency or billing can be compensated.
The atmosphere is romantic, the strains of Ludwig van Beethoven's Symphony (Scherzo) and New Stories (Highway Blues) are heard in every corner of this restaurant. Two beautiful servants approached them.
“This is a menu list you can order, Miss Dita,"a warm welcome came from a curly-haired sausage waiter and a restaurant manager who accompanied her.
“Please enjoy our special dish. If you are not comfortable and feel uncomfortable with our service, please write a suggestion at the reception desk that we have provided or can contact the consumer voice service listed in the general service at the table," said the manager of the restaurant with a modern black shirt.
“Thanks," Reply Dita
The manager of the restaurant passed by with a smile and a typical greeting.
“I order mashed potato mushroom sauce, spaghetti meatsauce and springtime risotto each one, drink lemon ice," message Dita who is familiar with the European menu.
Syahrel was silent and did not know what to order.
“What do you order Rel?”
“There's a chicken pecel Dit?" whispered.
“Hahaha....Joking you Rel!” Bewildered to hear it.
“Same with your order Dit,"forced Syahrel order similar to Dita.
Likes do not like having to like, understand the first time he went to a fancy restaurant like this. For life, the restaurant that he sambangi is only Mas Parmin coffee shop or rice Uuk Mpok Yuyun.
While waiting for the dish to come, the laptop is already open and the power suite is turned on.
“Prepared Rel!” Dita
“Ok, I’m ready.”
“You know about the news value element?”
“If not mistaken there are some elements such as timeliness, significance, magnitude, the unsual, conflict, proximity, prominence, human interest.”
“Can explain one by one Rel?”
“Long Dit, I'm hungry.”
“Uh basic!”
“Good Non, I'll try again. It's been four years that I memorized the element.”
“Please ingetin again.”
“If timeliness, maybe you already know what it means. Which is typical of a time of coverage that the speed of delivering the news to the community or often this timeliness can be a continuation of today or before.”
“Certainly,"His fingers danced over the keyboard noting Syahrel's explanation.
“If significante I do not understand the meaning, which is clearly a value related to people's lives
many or events that affect the lives of the general public so that there is a value of interest in reading from the community.”
“Terus?”
“Remove, reply right, far left.”
“Parker time ah!”
“Resid, continuously mulu.”
Table rolli approached both. This time it was a man wearing a black vest.
“We pause advertising first, abis eat continue again.”
“Agree!” one day Syahrel's stomach hasn't been filled.
Syahrel is so voraciously enjoying European dishes that taste foreign on the tongue. He had to eat it because he was almost six hours hungry.
“Enak Rel?”
“I do not like, if vegetable lodeh and rice luduk may be more greedy again eat it.”
“Once in a while eat the food of the country outside, let us not be impressed tacky and there is a new feel.”
“Try mommy is here, let's share the pleasure of bule food," spoon and fork stopped on a plate, thinking of mom at home.
“My dear mother, what do you eat at home?” With a list of questions haru was thought in the mind of Syahrel.
He saw Dita was still eating a dish that became the favorite menu of final semester students, the favorite daughter of Pak Anggoro. Lemon ice syrup closes the food that has been eaten, there is no waste.
“Can continue our discussion, teacher sir?” ledek Dita's
“Until where was it?”
“Significance.”
“I just briefly reviewed yes? Development of the sentence I'm sure you can be Dit.”
“OK boss!”
“Magnitude is an event related to a big thing that is quantitative which means to the general public, like the bird flu that hit the world.”
“Next..”.
“The Unusual, one strange unusual occurrence, such as a goat-headed girl, her girl a student Chancellor University.”
“I mean loe?!?!”
“Sorry, joke.”
“More Bang.”
“Conflict, covering wars, fights and struggles in politics. Proximity, local events or close to readers in a region can arouse the curiosity of the reader and add value to the news. Prominence, the famous thing by the reader, for example the bomb threat in the State Palace. The last human interest, one incident gives a touch of feeling for the reader, such as tsunami victims. Finished. Any question?”
“Great you Rel...I who went to college so embarrassed.”
“Hahaha, woman...women..if you want to be good at talking." Kelakar man born Pematang Siantar.
“Serious I'm Rel.”
“Masya Allah, what time is this Dit?” Syahrel cut off the conversation.
“New five o'clock.”
Syahrel remembered that there was a task waiting, thirty minutes he had to go home.
“Sorry Dita, I have to tidy up the mosque!”
Straight steps Dita approached the cashier, “Mbak, how much is it all?”
“Sixty dollars.”
“This is mbak," credit card retrieval.
“Please have her transaction account, Miss.”
After entering the PIN, a long step left the restaurant. Thirty minutes they had to get to where they were. On the way Syahrel looks restless because there is a responsibility that awaits.