ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
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At the end of the road there was a girl carrying an umbrella wearing a broad-accented vest wrapped in a small t-shirt with her arms open, she walked so beautifully. Syahrel did not blink, noticing clearly whether the girl was Dita or not.

The closer he approached, the more uncertain Syahrel felt. What should he say first in case he comes face to face with Dita?

“Mmm, Billed yeah? Last night you missed KTM," said the first.

"Ah, too to the point," Syahrel argued inwardly.

“Mmm, want to find mommy well?” the second word.

"Four at heart, too rough and not

gantle," he argued again.

Without Syahrel knowing Dita is in sight.

“Cowok, this is the umbrella I borrowed last night, thanks yes," said Dita.

“I, yes," she replied nervously.

“Say to nyokap thanks too,"sela Dita.

Dita also passed with a smile. The series of words prepared by Syahrel messed up the arrangement, until unconscious KTM that would be given did not reach Dita, with the courage of Syahrel chasing Dita.

“This is yours isn't it?” ask Syahrel a little bravery.

“Oh, right. Well, if there is no KTM, I can not join the practice later. Thanks very much!”

“Who is your name?” Dita stretched out her hand.

“Call me Syahrel," she replied a little nervously.

The cold heat Syahrel made, especially when the skin of Dita's palm touched the rough hand Syahrel. A little inferior, but what can be done, all has happened.

The sun was already stinging above the head vortex, Syahrel almost forgot that he had to sell. If because of Dita he forgot work, what will he eat later.

With a different feeling than in previous days, Syahrel was a little passionate about peddling newspapers and sending to his customers' homes door-to-door. Nearly thirty houses were subscribed to the newspaper with Shahrel.

Until also Syahrel in his last subscription house, in this house Mother works as a laundry lecturer or cool language daily homesteader. But today Mommy droops tired at home and does not work for a while. Pity also mother, age has entered the head of five, should have retired from work.

The house where the mother works is very luxurious, the gate is decorated with dragon snake ornaments, the supporting pole also looks sturdy and has a spacious yard. The luxury car of the owner of the house adds a symbol of how rich the homeowner is.

My guess, this is what the mother meant by the house of Mr. Anggoro, a legislator, the representative of the people. But why is Dita so simple? Because I know Dita always pacing back and forth to campus without using the facilities owned by her parents.

What a rare thing to find in this era, a student at a luxury university whose registration money only uses foreign currency, must be willing to overheat and crammed in the bus. Strange, but real.

After ten minutes after Syahrel thought about the figure of Pak Anggoro and Dita, suddenly the man in the daydream Syahrel appeared from the door of the house. The man was born in North Sumatra forty-five years ago. He is tall and handsome with slightly curly hair.

His shoes and clothes were more than decent, he put a note book in his hand.  From the look of his face reflected his harsh disposition.

The man then got into a ready service car an hour ago before his departure.

A small kiss closes a substitute greeting to his wife, Mrs Rosdiana Anggoro. It looks harmonious family Mr. Angroro. The service car immediately drove, leaving the yard so spacious.

Mercy New Eyas eight-colored series silver drove in front of Syahrel, suddenly the car stopped and saw Mr. Anggoro waving his hand towards Syahrel.

“News!!!” his yell. Syahrel approached the luxury car using his old bicycle.

“Take it for you," Anggoro passed with a haughty face as if he did not need money.

In Syahrel's heart murmured, “Such different from Dita's cheap smile.”

As soon as the eyes continued to look, the car of the representative of the people disappeared. Finally finished also the task of Syahrel this morning, but there is still work that awaits. Now the pedal bike must be paddled to the protocol road. There is a 3x2 m² kiosk rented by Syahrel, where he continues his efforts.

Dozens of print media are neatly arranged with news headlines that are almost the same topic. All raised the case of infidelity of the state officials' children who are involved in love triangles, as a cursory rumor circulating.

It has become commonplace in life, often people are tempted by the trust they carry. Cases are nothing new in most cases.

Rest assured, the verse of God that is not contained in any religious scripture, the discussion that becomes the sunnatullah is about one phenomenon of God testing his servant with three things namely property, throne and women.

Long before the case became news, in history it was clearly proven how these three things undermine the harmonization of existing norms, in addition to the person given the test.

We re-read the history of Qorun, the tyrant who became proud of his wealth. It is said to be unable also to carry the keys to his storehouse so that dozens of elephants and horses were deployed.

But God's gift to him made him forget the true nature of man.

Not to mention the ordeal of the throne or the power that God gave to Fir’aun, the influence is so great for Egypt and the Sinai Peninsula.

But what God gave him made him deny the fitrah and the place of his return. With arrogance he said Ana Robbukumul’ala. Then behold how his pride drowns him in the weakness that awakens him as an ordinary man and acknowledges the existence of the Supreme power of the All-Mighty.

But unfortunately the opportunity ended when his lips came to faith at the end of his death. Amantu Bi Robbi Musa Wa Harun's.

Still in the land of civilization, the beauty of Cleopatra waged war between Julius Caesar and Bruthus because it was triggered by the seizure of the universal queen. Remember also how the woman subdued the heart of an Adam A. S., who ate the fruit of the khuldi on the persuasion of Eve. Or the story of a Laila ballad driving crazy Qais in Laila Majnun.

Now the same thing happened to Syahrel, Dita figure changes the daily life of an administrator

this mosque. In between the emptiness, in the crowd, the simplicity of Shahrel is remembered by Dita. If it wasn't for the umbrella, there would be no more reason to meet Dita. Did Syahrel have to disguise himself as a college friend? That's very unlikely.

Dusk looks shady in his contest in West Ufuk, his red mega blush like the lips of twilight girls in Yogyakarta. Body crumple after working all day wrapped in prostration in a grateful fardu. A plate of rice and a mouthful of water release thirst and hunger.

One day of work, just before dusk Syahrel feel the pleasure of vegetable lodeh and tempe orek made by mother. Complete is the perfection of the favors that God gives today.

Seen Mother alone on the edge of the bed, sometimes her eyes look bright.

“What is troubling Mother's mind?" ask Syahrel in heart. Approaching Mother with joy.

“What's Mother?”

A little surprised, Mommy immediately tried to change the hue of the face. Mother also answered Syahrel's question.

“There's nothing, son. Oh yes, the daughter of Mr Anggoro has returned the umbrella?” It seems like the mother's effort to divert the conversation.

“Already Mother, this morning.”

“Mother thought has not been returned, so tomorrow all mothers take.”

“Mother, Syahrel would like to ask a little. Is Dita the biological child of Mr Anggoro?”

Now it was Shahrel's turn to divert the conversation.

“Why? You like ya?” ask Mommy.

“Not so Mother... If Syahrel sees, another character and temper Dita with his father. Dita is so simple. Syahrel saw in his KTM, Dita was studying at one of the international universities. As far as Syahrel lectures there pay his semester money only using foreign currency. But why did Dita willingly heat up and crammed in the bus? That's what makes Syahrel ask what Dita son of Pak Anggoro because the character of his papa is far opposite to his son.”