ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Covering the Next Lie

One by one hour’ah began to leave the mosque after praying isya, twenty windows were closed tightly, the mosque's pulpit lights had been extinguished.

Syahrel single-handedly tidied it all up. Ustad Yahya is not feeling well, probably because of the change of season and his activities are too shaved.

The body feels sore to the bone joint because all day Syahrel accompanied Dita. Worms in the stomach have been heard charging rations, the head was heavy.

Intentions momentarily leaned head but the sound of a woman crying in the backyard, it was the voice of mother. Out of curiosity Shahrel approached the bundle. What happened to mom?

“What's Mother?” Syahrel approaches, fingers embrace the shoulders of the Mother.

“You lied Rel!” mother sobbed holding back the crying.

“What's Lying Mother...?”.

“Where have you been all day?”

“Syahrel take magazine and drop off order.”

“You still want to lie to Mother?”

“What does Mother mean?”

“Usai sholat ashar, Bang Ma’ruf to home. He saw you go in a car with a young woman. This is what you call taking a magazine and dropping off an order?”

Syahrel was speechless and unable to reason.

“Sorry Mother... Syahrel is afraid that Mommy is angry if she knows Syahrel left with Dita.”

“Then you let others tell your lies to Mother?”

“Sorry Mother...”.

“It's nice to see Mommy crying like this? Already smart apparently you lied to Mother!”

“Sorry Mother, but Syahrel has nothing to do with Dita. He asked me to finish his college assignment, "Sahrel looked nervous.

 “Should you go by lying to Mother? Do you really put your heart with Mr Anggoro's daughter?”

Syahrel was silent, if he answered honestly must be the cry of Mother to be.

“No Mother," lied again Syahrel's mouth.

“Times Mother messages to you, do not treasure and women make you deny your feelings and speech. Remember Rel, who Dita is and who you are!” the tears of Mother look falling down the cheeks.

“Syahrel know Mommy.”

“Already know why you are working on nak?”

The nerves of the head contract, like a prick. Syahrel realized the feeling of love that he had was excessive until Mother cried, her mind was split affectionately on both.

“Do I have to keep my distance from Dita?” ask Syahrel at heart.

 By holding the hunger after prayer, in the stomach of Syahrel felt a terrible pain.

Take a glass of warm water hungry pegganjal. Too often Syahrel holds hunger until the hunger is gone without touching the rice.

His mind was in a stomach with an empty stomach. Syahrel worried to determine his feelings and struggle just ask for space in Dita's heart, looking for sympathy. Before going too far, Syahrel must choose or face the risks that will come later from his love commitment.

Even though he did not know if there was a chance for the child of the washing worker to get the love of a child of state officials. Was this just a momentary dream from the nighttime squabble? Hoping for God Amour to shoot right in the recesses of Dita's heart.

Will the fate of Qois who is infatuated with Laela in Laela Majnun be the same as the fate of Syahrel later? Or should love lead to tragic deaths like Romeo and Julliet? All let the writer of the play of this life decide.

Syahrel was silent in the courtyard of the house, a mind shrunk in choice. Countless cigarettes run out with his daydream in weighing the best way.

The overwhelming guilt to the mother haunted the entire night. Who would you like to tell me about this issue to? It's impossible with Radit, his playmate. He's a jokey prankster, never seriously heard anyone tell a story.

Or with Inspiration alone Syahrel share these stories and problems? Weighing again, re-digesting the character and nature of Inspiration. Inspiration would want to hear all the stories of Syahrel, even though it was late at night.

But there is a lack of it too, he will tell more to other friends and less

maintain mandate. Syahrel does not want to choose the wrong friend to tell stories afraid that later heard the crowd. Don't know who to tell Syahrel to. He stepped out of the courtyard of his tenement, not knowing where to go for a moment to let go of the overwhelming fatigue.

“Rel, Shahrel!” the head looks for the source of the voice.

“Cash Tong!” hajj Arsyad Order

“Kenape? Ane see how tangled mukenye?” ask the famous philanthropic contractor.

“Ah, Pak Haji can aja.”

“Well muke you bent twelve so!? As soon as someone else you can cover up. But same ane, you kudu open. Mude kalu child not masale cinte ape anymore?” the Arab and Jakarta blooded man.

“Emangnye ready candidate ente?” hajj Syndir Arsyad

Syahrel a little shy to the story, “Mmm, really no Pak Haji, this again looking for wind, at home sfor.”

“Later to actually catch a cold new know base ente.”

A little confidence in Haji Arsyad as a temen pour out all the disturbing anxiety.

Having finished a glass of coffee in an aluminum cup, Syahrel told him everything he experienced. The words and advice of Hajj Arsyad can be accepted by Syahrel, slowly he believes Haji Arsyad does not reveal his story to others.

Until one question was answered Syahrel made Haji Arsyad stunned.

“Well, that strange kenape your mother does not like the same virgin daughter Anggoro? Very late, your mother! Ape alesannye?” Not finished the first question Syahrel answered, Haji Arsyad has asked again.

“We are different religions Pak Haji.”

“Ape!?” Haji Arsyad jumped from his seat.

“Waduh, kalu so alesannye ane juganggak bise say ape-ape.”

“Not that's your reason, but the material difference is also.”

 “You mean, suse people can't fall cinte ame kid kaye?”

“Iya.”

“Then it's not bise terime!”

“Do I disobey if I refute your opinion?”

“Rel, you also mean and not mean any. The Ridho of God lies in the ridho of the elderly. Jage your mother's feelings because udeh no longer ade place die nyandarin segale masale outge. Juanda, mr. you, udeh lame really died, so do not make your mother make a lot of thoughts," Mr. Haji's voice ransacked.

Shahrel lowered his head, flanking his hands to the sides of his nose.

  “Then I have to sacrifice my feelings and rights?”

"Tersere de ye. Ane tekenin, do not because of a new person you know, you durhakea ame a person who udeh humming and bigin ente.”

Do not know what else Syahrel should do, again he pasput all to time. Andita Sirait, the girl who has disturbed feelings, changed the attitude and behavior of Syahrel.

“God, don't you leave servant. Servant doesn't know how to

addressing this feeling, "Sahrel fell silent in prayer.

The night was getting late, Ummi Halimah approached Haji Arsyad. Syahrel also realized that it had been too long at the home of Haji Arsyad, he said,

Syahrel asked for permission to go home, not good to disturb the family Haji Arsyad.

“Rel, briefly!” Haji Arsyad whispered in the ear of his wife who was also a religious teacher. He took a piece of Fifty Thousand from the pocket of his wife's pants.

“This is extra money from ane who forgot ane kasih kemaaren.”

“Pak Hajj custom, this time I refused. There is no work I do. In fact I thank Mr. Haji for giving advice to me”.

“Take the Rail,"ummi Halimah also forced Syahrel to accept it.

“Sorry, not me resisting. But none of what I do. I beg you to pay

Pak Haji and Ummi," reached their hands one by one, with Syahrel's body asking for permission to go home.

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikum Salam," simultaneously they answered Syahrel's greeting.