ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Him, Him or Him

With their presence, Mother is increasingly confused and risky. Surely they have more feelings with Syahrel. Guests come to visit or just ask about Syarel's health condition. Starting from the jama’ah mosque, the newspaper flopers, print media agents to the two beautiful girls

that's.

When leading up to the Maghrib prayer, the state is quiet and the mother can rest for a moment.

Behind the red of dusk in the afternoon, the sound of small children playing in the street was already absorbed in their homes. Only a few workers who go back and forth to go home activities. The girl's face, again present with a smile behind the window of the house. In his hands were two white plastic bags.

“Rel...,"call him in a spoiled tone.

“Dita? For a moment, yes,"Syahrel whispered and went out to him, afraid until Mother heard.

Syahrel rushed to open the door, twenty minutes more adzan maghrib reverberated, the extent of that is also the time left to be able to just say hello with Dita.

“There have been changes?” Ask Dita.

“Alhamdulillah, almost seventy percent, his bruises have also dried.”

“Praise God..," said Dita anyway.

Without them knowing Mother is paying attention from inside the house. Not once or twice did Syahrel hide this and the mother was suspicious of giving people a visit because the mother noticed it. Every day there is an innate that Mother herself does not know who gave it. From there Mother began to pay attention to the strange gelagat Syahrel, and rightly alleged Mother, it was the gift of Dita, until finally Mother airy chest receives everything.

“Why don't you tell me to come in like the other guests, son?”Ask her to surprise both.

“Bu, Mother!?”

“No need Mom, Dita just stopped by for a while," Dita replied with a little hesitation.

“In first Non, not good later when seen people”, mother began to receive Dita and equalize treatment like Sisil and Zahra.

“Come in, Mother tells us to enter”, reply Syahrel.

“Lain times only, after all already want maghrib”, firmly Dita.

“It's okay if that's what Rail wants. Mother first go inside yes .”

“Iya Mother.”

Syahrel is not a person who can hide everything from the mother, the mother's feelings more deeply touch the gurgle and behavior of her son.

Every time he hides a secret, Mother quickly knows all. Sholawat nariyah has been echoed in the mosque, marked five minutes later adzan maghrib is heard.

“Rel, I'm going home. Greetings for your bundle yes.”

“Will I tell you. Thanks yes Dit.”

“Sama-sama. Sorry I can only bring you this”, given the two bags. At that moment Dita left Syahrel.

**dooOoc**

After that incident, Dita met Syahrel more often and did not have to hide. Whenever Dita wants, no need to worry and fear mother reprimanding. Sometimes they seem to eat and joke together.

“Assalamu’alaikum,"heard a familiar soft voice.

“Wa’alaikum salam," replied Syahrel as he opened the door.

“Zahra?!” Greet Syahrel calling his name.

“Sorry Kak interfered," said the girl of Arab-Betawi blood.

“What's Ra?”

“This I brought multivitamin as prescribed doctor”, Dita's eyes look cold, her heart asked, “Who is this girl?”

“Thank you Zahra.”

“Sama-sama Brother. I said I went home first, just back from college, afraid Abi was angry.”

“Assalamu’alaikum,"talk gently to the girl and greet Dita with a downcast face.

“Syalom”, Dita also replied.

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Greetings to Abi yes!” Shahrel answered eloquently.

“Insya Allah I say Kak.”

The white-hooded girl left Syahrel's house with a smile and cheer, greeting the surrounding people.

Zahra's a jolly boy, hanging out with anyone knows no boundaries. What's more with the local mosque teenager, the daily study routine followed with solemnity. Not to mention every major Islamic day event, the beautiful sound is heard on the loudspeakers of the mosque, surau or wedding reception.

Haji Arsyad loved Zahra very much. Many of his business partners tried to steal a glance and some asked Haji Arsyad to match his daughter with their child but was subtly rejected by him, “Zahra is still a school. Later aje kalu die ude kelar schoolnye," that's what he often said.

Not long ago Zahra left the residence Syahrel, Sisil also took the time to just know the health condition of Syahrel.

“Excuse me..," Sisil knocked on the door of Syahrel's house, incidentally Mother just arrived after working at the residence of Mr. Anggoro.

“Non Sisil? When to?”

“Newly Mom. Syahrelnya there?”

“Before Mom saw," she sought Syahrel into the living room which was limited only to triplex walls, not even Syahrel found.

It turned out that they were in the backyard, busy washing dishes.

“Aduh Non Dita, no need”, mommy sighed dishes and cleaning soap from Dita's hands. Occupations

it's never touched Dita at home, all who do mother, then

from that mother forbid Dita washing dishes.

“Syahrel, you

let it go?”

“Sahrel has been banned

but Dita still forces.”

“Quick you guys forward,

outside there is Non Sisil.”

They're silent, though,

leave that job. Shahrel's steps immediately towards the page

homehouse.

“Eh, Sisil.

Please login!”, bargain Syahrel.

From behind the curtains Dita appeared.

“Sil..”, Dita greets.

“You're here too apparently?”

Syahrel also felt the symptoms that began to be unfriendly. Syahrel is not a person who likes to keep feelings in two hearts or give pseudo hope for the opposite sex. They all consider friends, nothing more. Whose business is chosen, let time write all.

Sisil's greeting began to differ, the atmosphere of the room was already tensely inflamed. Syahrel tried to warm the atmosphere.

“What do you want to drink?” Syahrel's eyes saw the three bottles of drink that Sisil had brought.

“Neither Rail, I happened to bring.”

“It just so happened to be three bottles yes, hahaha," Syahrel said.

“How is your wound, already dried Rail?”Ask Sisil who has started to open the conversation.

“Alhamdulillah is almost recovered, at most five percent more.”

“Which else still hurts?”

“This arm bone, if I try to move it still hurts a little.”

Dita was still silent, Syahrel's eyes noticed the look of his face that looks upset.

“Eh is already this afternoon. You guys are looking for a house? Not that I'm ngusir..”

“How much time is it? My watch was left in the car.”

“Five hours past fifteen minutes”, replied Sisil.

“I say goodbye to Rail," Dita's face is still bent grimly.

“You Together Dit?” Fresh Sisil.

“No need, I brought a car.”

“Which Munda Rel?” Sisil's eyes watched the middle space.

“After I call.”

When Syahrel called mother, they just fell silent. Sometimes I look at it cold.

“Have you gone home apparently beautiful ladies?”

“Iya Ma'am, it's afternoon," firmly Dita smiled.

“We beg to leave," Sisil added.

“Be careful of you," message Syahrel.

The house was deserted, only two people were left. The walls of the room also felt quiet and began to be lonely after three beautiful women stopped at this simple house.

At the crossroads, in the crush of the alley which is only limited to three people. Zahra, passed by embracing the holy book of the Qur’an in a charming Muslim dress. He meets Sisli and Dita.

“ Syalom," saya Dita. Sisil just took off a smile.

Zahra was silent and did not know what to answer.

“Wa’alaikum greetings," innocently Zahra replied.

“Where are you going?," Dita tries to adapt.

“Musholla.”

Dita fell silent, and threw a smile

“Where does that mean?" Sisil asked curiously.

“House of worship," replied Zahra trying to find the right term.

“Sorry, ana is too late," Zahra said.

“Oh, sorry," Taken a little condolences.

“Sorry yes Ana," replied Sisil who did not understand and misunderstood about ‘Ana’, he thought Ana was the name of the hooded girl earlier. Zahra just smiled a little and passed.

They began to fall silent again to the extent that the car they brought was exchanged with the one they originally brought because both belonged to the family who took turns Sisil and Dita wore it.