ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Don't You Call That Name

There are unfinished tasks Syahrel does, there are promises he must fulfill. Although his entire body was painful, especially in the groin, Syahrel had to fulfill that promise.

The weather outside looked cloudy, there were no stars, no moons, just gusts of strong winds ripping through the pores.

The sound of crickets was silent for a while, maybe they knew there would be rain coming down, how else, Hajj Arsyad order magazine should get to his hands tonight.

Although the possibility of Haji Arsyad can understand the condition of Syahrel to give another reason for not arriving at the order magazine for Zahra tonight. However, the man who is held is his promise, so that there will be no hisab in the end later on for his disavowal does not fulfill the promise.

Syahrel does not want to fall into the category of hypocrites if he promises to always deny. Syahrel was afraid of it, besides if the magazine sold there was a sales profit that Syahrel could set aside.

“Mother, Syahrel please permission to deliver Hajj Arsyad order magazine to Zahra," Syahrel kissed mother's hand, asking permission.

“Go Rail, but remember the time yes nak?” Mother's forehead frowned, her eyes were swollen.

“Iya. Masya Allah Mother, Syahrel forgot," Syahrel rushed to take a bag of Klengkeng fruit that he bought this afternoon.

“This Syahrel buy Mother's favorite fruit.”

“Thank you son. Jazakumullah khairan.”.

Although only a bag of fruit but for the mother of attention Syahrel is the most important for him.

“Mother, Syahrel road yes. Assalamu’alaikum," Syahrel again asked for permission.

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Remember the message Mother yes nak.”

“Iya Mommy," she frowned because she was worried about letting her own mother.

Wearing a jacket, outside the weather conditions are uncertain. Syahrel's footsteps felt heavy, each joint felt pain up to the soles of the feet.

Syahrel imagined his body crashing on the bed while listening to his mother tell him about his youth. Syahrel is happy to hear the situation in the past which was all short, there was no electricity and looking for food to just be difficult.

Sometimes only small tubers that mothers eat or ketela tree substitute rice if he does not find rice one day, can also shoot cassava leaves that are used as vegetables.

Ten more meters Syahrel reached the residence of Haji Arsyad. A luxurious house but in contrast to other luxury homes that are bounded by ten meters high fence. The house of Haji Arsyad is so beautiful, many fruit plants that live in the yard of his house.

There are some tame animals that he maintains well, such as Bekisar bird, turkey chicken and Rabbit he let live wild in a spacious cage.

Collection of orchid plants live lushly surrounded by miniature fountains, the sound of water gurgling so harmoniously heard during the night silence, decorated with garden lights that lit so beautifully incandescent. Badrun, Hajj Arsyad employees who look after and maintain all.

“Assalamu’alaikum," greetings heard a knock on the door leaf. Many times Syahrel said greetings, inaudible to the occupants of the house.

Maybe the distance from the living room and family room is so far away or Syahrel's voice is inaudible. This is the last knock and greeting that Syahrel will say, if there is no answer also forced Syahrel must return home.

“Assalamu’alaikum Pak Haji!!” Say it again, this time in a loud voice.

 A shadow of someone approached him.

 “Wa’alaikum greetings, briefly...!" The hooded woman opens the door.

The soft voice was recorded right in Syahrel's mind. He guessed in his heart, it must be Zahra's voice.

“Eh, Brother Syahrel," rightly suspected Syahrel, the voice was indeed out of the thin lips of Zahra.

 “Hajnya Pak exists?”

 “For a while, Brother, I see first. Please login Kak.”

“Let me wait outside only Zahra.”

Zahra left Syahrel for a moment. Zahra's face looks bright, her small lips are so wet, her eye bags are decorated with black folds so dazzling.

No need to preen excessively because Zahra is quite beautiful in face.

Before long Haji Arsyad found him, Zahra also accompanied his steps.

“Assalamu ’alaikum,"Syahrel reached for Hajj Arsyad fingers and placed the surface on the forehead.

“Wa’alaikum salam, ' replied Haji Arsyad in a raucous voice.

“Sorry Mr. Haji interrupted.”

“Kaga ape-ape, let's tell you to come here, bring magazinenye?”

“Bawa Pak Haji, 'show order magazine Haji Arsyad.

“Berape money?"

“Fifteen thousand Pak Haji.”

 “Zahra, fetch money Abi or you minte first ame Ummi.”

Not until Zahra into the house, Ummi has approached him.

“Mi, bring fifteen thousand change not?”

“Ade nih kalu dua puluan mah," Ummi Halimah gave the money. Syahrel's looking for money in his pants pocket.

“Udeh, kaga useh ente bawahin, angep aje postage.”

“Thank you Mr. Haji.”

“Same-same.”

“Then I beg pamit.”

“Ente want to go to mane? Rush too? Belons

also diadonin dodol..," meaning Haji Arsyad has not been treated to drink or snack.

“It's been night, afraid of interrupting Mr. Haji's rest and family.”

“Ah, bise aje ente! Udeh kaye bajaj ente driver. Your life is full of pleasantries, say aje you want to rest, hehehe," chirped Haji Arsyad who was tight when talking.

For those who are new to know, they may think negatively about their words. It is the language of the Betawi people.

Syahrel blushed shyly, as if his heart was talking, “Pak Haji know if I want to rest.”

“Ya udeh, kalu certainly want you. Important ane kaga ngusir ente ye.”

“Ummi, Zahra, please say goodbye first," they just nodded, Zahra replied with a smile.

“Assalamu ’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikum greetings," they answered compactly.

 “Thank you, Brother Syahrel," said Zahra. His hand was holding a magazine.

“Sama-sama Zahra.”

The rain slowly began to fall. When viewed from the street lights, the,

the water is clearly visible.

Syahrel hastened his footsteps to get home before the rain fell more heavily. Syahrel covered his head with the jacket he was wearing.