ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Love What Angkot

A pretty heavy decision must be taken by Syahrel, he does not want to see the mother crying again. His shoulder felt tight in the chest. Shahrel promised in his heart, abstaining from making mother cry again.

“Mother, forgive Syahrel," while holding warm your arms.

“Don't love you lulled nak.”

“Iya Mother. Syahrel pamit street. Assalamu’alaikum," while driving on the official bike.

Still imagined Dita's temperament. Their relationship was only for a moment, but not too far to know him but there was not the slightest distance. Once Syahrel paddled his bicycle, newspapers were thrown from his home to his customers' homes.

Unlike usual, bowed eyes pay attention to the road, especially when going through the house of Mr. Anggoro, the bike was pedaled as fast as possible as if it did not want to pay attention to the house that a few days ago made him curious about the longhaired crazy girl.

Advice Pak Haji Arsyad ringed in the ears.

“Remember the Rail, do not because the person you just know, you durhake ame a person who udeh humming and bigin you," Haji Arsyad's speech stored in the heart.

Although the mouth said to stay away but the hope to meet Dita is still Syahrel

later. Trying to remove all mannerisms, lying little heart to say ‘I love dia‘.

“Tin tin..,"long horn surprised Syahrel.

“Woi….! Loe's eyes are blind?” Shouted the man in the car. Auto open glass, sweet girl smile panicked.

"Rel, sorry yes!” The girl approached immediately

Shahrell. Fresh blood came out from the temples of the eyes, his gaze was blurry. Syahrel was closed, unable to lift his head. The mustachioed man also panicked after knowing the employer knew Syahrel.

“Sorry Non, he daydreams," the man defends himself.

“Quickly take him to the hospital!”

At the temples of the eyes there are six stitches. Syahrel's body collapsed on the ER bed, several times he had fainted. The girl nervously awaits an explanation from the doctor about Syahrel's condition.

“Doctor, my friend is okay right?”

“The condition of his body has not recovered properly. Bleeding problem in the wound we have overcome, just wait for the results of CT scan.”

“How long?”

“Two hours from he entered the laboratory room.”

“But he's okay Doc?”

“Hopefully nothing happened," replied the Doctor with a smile, calming his panic.

“Keep how Doc?”

“Just wait for the CT scan results, okay?” The man in white left the ER page.

In the hospital hallway, from the entrance an old woman wearing a black veil walked hurriedly, behind the old woman a beautiful girl accompanied her footsteps.

“Where is Syahrel?” Ask Mommy.

“There is inside, but can not enter first before there is a CT scan result.”

“How happened, Sil?” Dita anxiously asked Sisil.

“Pak Sukir hit a Syahrel bike at the intersection of the front road of the complex. Syahrel daydreamed, we have given a horn but he did not hear," Mother also heard the explanation of the girl who is usually called Sisil.

Her tears welled up in the eye. Sisil tells the chronological story. Mother also did not stop praying, begging for the safety of Syahrel.

Two hours and fifteen minutes, the nurse called Syahrel's family. Mother, Sisil and Dita.

“This is the result of CT scan and just waiting

dr. Irwadi explained," before long the doctor who was waiting came too.

“Mother parents of Mr Syahrel?” Doctor Irwadi.

“True Doc.”

“Thank God there are no internal injuries," he observed a transparent plastic sheet from the photo of the beam

X.

“Tonight it is likely that our Lord Syahrel will be able to go home," thank you they said.

“Dok, have we been able to see the state of Syahrel?”

“Oh, can... Please.”

Inside the room, drooped a thin body with pale lips. In the eye temples gauze and plaster stick.

“Mother..,"lesu Syahrel greets.

“You okay son?”

“It's okay Mother.”

“Rel...,"a soft voice came out of Dita's lips.

“Dita..”.

“Sorry my driver huh?” Sisil interrupted.

“Ah is fine, I am careless.”

“What do you feel about Rel?”

“Only a little pain in the temple Mother,"finger trying to touch the wound.

“I redeemed the medicine first huh auntie?" Sisil's offer because this is already his responsibility.

“Thank you son,"with a shady look.

“I'm sorry," is still stored on Sisil's face guilt, panic accompanied his steps to redeem the prescription of the drug given Doctor Irwadi.

Dita could not say a single word, the incandescent gaze of his face joined in praying for the healing of Syahrel.

Mother's gaze was so cold to see Dita sitting next to the body of the sluggish Syahrel. Sometimes Syahrel tried to sit leaning, but the condition of his body is not possible.

Dita's fingers suddenly held tightly to Syahrel's hand which was covered in a blanket of black lines.

“Sabar ya Rel," said Dita with a raucous voice.

Syahrel just nodded his head as he let go of the soft touch of Dita's fingers because he again remembered Hajj Arsyad's advice.

“Sorry...," Dita slowly let go. Mother was busy cleaning the minor wound on Syahrel's leg, as if not watching the incident that had just happened.

“Already Mother, Syahrel already feel a little mengingan." Syahrel sighed the mother's hands that were endlessly washing her wounds. Sisil arrived at the Flamboyant pavilion of room 302 which Syahrel occupied.

“This is the cure," Sisil came with a stinged breath.

“Thank you, Sil. You've been too kind, "thank you Syahrel looked at each other.

“You're ready to go home Rel?”Sela Dita with a cold look, as if she did not want Syahrel's heart to turn away from her.

Shahrel nodded his head, signaling he was able to rush home. Mother led Shahrel to walk, trained to leave the room.

“My car's file is Rail,"Sisil made a quote.

“Better you check first papa car there is a blister or not. If something blisters, you have to take responsibility or." Dita is a little threatening.

“Let us take a taxi only," replied Syahrel.

“Do not, your condition has not recovered one hundred percent of the Rail," said Dita.

“Let you be with Dita, I go to the workshop first with Mas Sukir9"Sisil relented.

Forced Syahrel to choose to come with Dita. Mother just follow their will, the important thing is to be back home and as soon as possible Syahrel health can recover as before.

During the journey, not a word came out of the mouth of Syahrel and mother. The atmosphere was a little awkward. Until finally Dita ventured.

“Tante, stop by the fruit store first huh?”

“We go straight home!” Answer Mother.

“Oh, yes already." Dita felt a bad welcome.

Inner Shahrel screamed, understanding the goodness of Dita, but there is a mother who must be obeyed with humility. Syahrel felt that there was a gap in his heart that he wanted to give.

Yes, there is a saved word waiting for the right time. There is a stifled pledge to say. But all there are keywords that reach the lover, prayer and sincerity from the mother.