ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Your Wounds, My Wounds Too

Luxury decorated rooms equipped with air conditioning, in front of the mirror a set of makeup tools neatly arranged, after stretching the pores of the face with facial fit and facial moisturizer.

Empty eye gaze, strands of hair unraveling straight. It was so beautiful that night. Swiping the face with two hands, streak until the hair stops at the base, tie the hair flat.

The rhythm of the footsteps slowly towards the bedding layered with soft and warm blankets, his eyes had not been closed.

“His life is simple, mature and obedient to parents," muttered Dita.

The song Un Giorno Per Noi is sung so harmoniously with the sereosa sound of Josh Groban trying to send sleep. Arriving at the Cinema Pardiso song sayup eyelids squeezed, lips touching two sides.

Elsewhere, a skinny man was stretched out on a mattress. Mother was lying on the side of a skinny man wrapped in gauze. Jolted awake in his sleep, Syahrel grimaced with pain in the head and the pain of a wound covered in gauze.

 "Why son?!" Mother woke.

“Slightly sick Mother.” Rintih Syahrel

“Lay down," Mother held the fragile body of Syahrel.

“Force to sleep.”

“Iya. Mother sleep alone Syahrel can be alone.”

“Mother worries, if indeed you still feel sick let Mommy borrow money Haji Arsyad to take road treatment.”

“Not need Mother.”

 Every shahrel felt pain, as soon as possible he rubbed it. Mother's face looks tired, her eyes are soft. Syahrel's eyes closed, slowly he slept. Mother is still awake until the sunrise of dawn sunlight which still stores moonlight.

Adhan also reverberated, after completing the rakaat dawn, body movements and sounds so careful to do the activity. Afraid of his voice and make Syahrel wake up.

Sunlight

gradually through the gap of the room, the cool morning dew is still felt

invigorating. Syahrel woke up, but did not see his mother in the house.

“Mother, mother....!”.

There's still nothing

answer, maybe he left the house earlier. But still too

morning, then where did you go?

Step Syahrel

trained, he tried to penetrate into the bathroom for ablution. Mother intentionally

to not disturb the sleep of Syahrel because it cannot bear to hear Syahrel complain will

the pain. For this reason, the mother secretly sought a loan of money for Syahrel

taking road treatment, mother worried Syahrel suffered internal injuries.

“Pak Haji, sorry to interrupt this early in the morning.”

“Ngak. Emangnye ade ape? Tumben morning bute ente to rume ane?” Ask Haji Arsyad with typical Betawi dialect mixed Arab.

“I want to borrow money because yesterday afternoon Syahrel accident.”

“Astaghfirullah..Dimane?” Mr. Haji was surprised to hear the news.

“But Syahrel is not ape-ape pan?”

“Alhamdulillah is still God give age. But there is a wound that makes me slice.”

“Ente need money cape?”

“Then can One Million Pak Haji.”

“Bentar ye. Ummi...Ummi...Ammi!” Haji Arsyad called his wife.

With two glasses of warm coffee, Ummi Halimah approached her husband.

“Ade ape Abi?”

“Please take money sejute, the Syahrel accident.”

“Masya Allah...When?!”

“Aduh you use nanye, udeh take sono moneynye first, rich Iseh want to mane aje!”

Before long Ummi Halimah came out with a white envelope. Zahra, his eldest daughter also approached, as if not to miss information about Syahrel.

“This is Bi of his money.”

“Iseh, this is you use aje first moneynye. The business of returning don't you think, the important thing is that your child is healthy first, if less easy come again come here. Kite juge concerned dengernye, ape again the Syahrel udeh many help mosque.”

“Begane pegimane?!” Umm Halimah asked again.

“Do not know how the story Sukir, family driver Pak Anggoro, can until grazing Syahrel. I do not know the exact incident, maybe Syahrel daydreaming while riding a bicycle. I was horrified from Non Sisil because he was in that car.”

“But none

one nursing academy, the daughter of Pak Haji Arsyad.

“Ente udeh kaye petrol, maen nyamber aje!”, taste Haji Arsyad.

“It's okay Mr. Haji. That's the one I'm worried about" complained the mother.

“Ya udeh, ane not ngusir you. Get Syahrel to the hospital.”

“Before I say thank you for Mr. Haji and family would help us.”

“Titip greetings to Syahrel ye. Tulung say maap, ane haven't been able to cool down.”

“Iya Pak Haji, Assalamu’alaikum," Mother also said to go home.

“Wa’alaikum salam.”

Fortunately there is still a generous Haji Arsyad who wants to lend money without giving interest. Mother A’asyiah a little breathing relief, she rushed home and immediately drove Syahrel to the hospital.

Arriving at home...

“Mother from where?” Syahrel immediately asked a question.

“Mother from home Mr. Anggoro, ask permission not to work today.”

“Indeed why Mother?”

“Mother worries with you Rel.”

“Nothing to worry about, Syahrel is fine."

“Already don't talk much, change your clothes.”

“Where are you going to Mommy?”

“Ke hospital.”

As a child, Syarel only complied. Not far away they walked a black sedan car. The car door opened, came out a beautiful girl with sunglasses, apparently Sisil.

“Where are you going Bu?” Sisil asked with a smile.

Mother was silent.

“Mau to the hospital," Syahrel interrupted the answer.

"I'll take ya?”

I don't know why you accept the offer, not as usual always cynical if

Syahrel is close to Dita. Maybe you think Sisil is not the daydream of Syahrel, for that mother does not refuse if Sisil who offers anything and looks more open.

Various diagnostics and laboratory checks along with other technical matters followed by Syahrel for the recovery of his health. Sisil and mother help the path of Syahrel who is still limped. Sisil's hands felt so soft, his fingers were flattened. Every now and then they exchanged glances, both bowed or changed views.

The sun was right on the crown, sweat began to drip profusely all over the body.

“Mother, how about lunch first? So that Syahrel can all take his medicine.”

“No need, delivered alone is enough trouble Non Sisil.”

“Ah, Mother overdone. I should have taken Syahrel because I caused Syahrel to be like this.”

Luxury sedans leave the hospital courtyard and stop at Padang's cooking restaurant. That day the tongue of Shahrel and mother was really pampered. It has been filled with an empty stomach, recovered stamina, time to throw the body back home.

More than half an hour to get home. Cecile

take them to the front of the alley because the road to Syahrel house can not be passed by vehicle.

From the opposite direction, with his hands flanking the fruit basket, Dita was surprised to see the plates and colors of the sedan he was familiar with.

It turned out that the assumption was right, the crazy oriental-faced girl who opened the door for Mother and Shahrel. Sisil's hand flanked the mother's fingers, followed by Sisil reaching Syahrel's arm.

 “Sorry yes Ma can not deliver until home.”

“Antar until here is enough for Non.”

“Thank you Dit,"Syahrel mispronounced the name, Sisil's face was a little grim. Mothers too

I heard Syahrel say that name.

“Sorry, I mean Sisil.”

The originally grim face, re-inserted a smile.

“Sama-sama. Sorry I am Rel because I am you so this.”

At the end of the road Dita is still waiting for Sisil to pass. I don't know why his heart didn't accept it. Unexpectedly, Sisil can be very familiar with Mother A’yiah and Syahrel.

“Make me angry. After all I am not someone who is Shahrel," comfort Dita in heart.