ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Reaping What Is Planted

“Where do I hide this disgrace," Sisil looked agitated and surprised at the corner of the room, squeezing his stomach. Two blue strips are clearly visible in the pregnancy-sensitivity kit, the wrapping strewn across the floor. Tears he could not bear, screams of regret were held back by his cries. Hand fingers squeezing wet unraveled hair. The walls of the room seemed to judge his actions, every corner spoke as if.

His mind was reminded of the events in the hotel room for the first time, before the man had seduced Sisil in the car, probably because the weather was raining so hard and almost late at night, he said, there was a reason at that time, Ivan was included in the group Sisil for off-campus tasks, the activity took a full day, until late at night.

If Sisil rejects the seduction of the man he knew on campus, the man who was originally just a friend sharing a story, about a girl who is none other than his own cousin, maybe this will not happen. Sisil is caught up in the romance swept away in his sympathy and admiration of the girl who has a look like this Pakistani girl with the man who is clearly Dita's former lover.

Sisil also became a mediator when the two were at odds. Sisil trusted Dita to keep the confidentiality of her relationship with the man from her parents. Sisil also knew all the developments and problems faced by Dita with the man of German blood. Sisil also washed Dita's tears when she was faced with two choices, between her parents and her lover.

Now Sisil also hit him from behind, storing thorns in husks. Giving off pseudo warmth in a hug. Not realizing what they do will hurt the girl who is already burdened enough his life in the grasp of parents, the girl whose horn motion is always watched.

Sisil is also the supervisor of all Dita activities on campus, with whom Dita is friendly until the smallest activity must be included in Sisil's report to Rosdiana Sirait, Mother Dita and aunt of Sisil.

Two months Sisil kept her pregnancy symptoms from everyone, not only that which made Sisil shocked and confused what she should do, she said, after hearing the man who had stored the seeds of his zombie love returned to his native Germany. So far, there is no news of the man's whereabouts.

Where he had to tell, should Sisil be frank with this situation to his parents and relatives, including Dita. But Sisil has not been able to accept the risks he will face. What's more, if his uncle Pak Anggoro heard the possibility that happened, Sisil will be finished at that time. He was evicted from the residence of Pak Anggoro. And what people say later, if this disgrace is smelled by the press partners and neighbors around the house, the reputation of the Anggoro family is at stake.

Sisil's cry grew even more so, after he tried to contact the man who had destroyed his future, but there was no answer from Ivan's phone. With tears in her eyes, she spoke mutely to the mirror. As with the walls of the room, there was no answer he received.

“God, I'm sorry," cried the girl who had just been pawned. If my body is forbidden to touch Your love, ask forgiveness begging for the love of the wrong I have done. Or am I unworthy of protection. I'm your lost sheep, the crying broke again.

Repeatedly Sisil screamed, soaking in his solitude. His mind struggled with evil whispers. The razor is already in his grasp, but his mind answers this is not the best way. If only the suicide had received an official injection in the account of the words of the monk and holy priest he might have taken this path. However, any religion forbids it to do so.

His body drooped limp, his tears could no longer be refuted. His fingers squeezed the blanket, as loud as he screamed. His screams were held in tears. Confused, not knowing what to do. Sisil rested, his arms together, his face under the cross. Her tears kept flowing. O son of the Holy Spirit, son born of a fatherless mother.

Help me in the problems I face, I realize I was wrong and now I am imprisoned in sin, Lord, You are not deaf. His eyes were dull, there were too many tears that Sisil let out. Again, no answer was found.

Sisil did not think long, as quickly as possible he washed his face with water.he rushed out with the clothes he was wearing.

“Mas Sukir, hurry between me!” Mas Sukir did not wear a work uniform.

“Where to Non?”

“Have not asked much!!!”So upset Sisil.

In the car, powerless Sisil held back his tears. In the heart of Mas Sukir asked, what happened to his master this one. But he did not dare to ask that.

Sisil's only destination was one, looking for Ivan to where he lived. He believes Ivan is still in Jakarta. Mas Sukir was only caught up in the orders of his master.

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Have not stepped on the hour of rest, the sun is not yet upright in the navel. Syahrel fell asleep in the stall. The stall door is left open, so that when there are buyers Syahrel can directly approach. However, not long ago he fell asleep a female voice called out to him.

“Mas...mas.....mas," was too loud the woman called Syahrel, but she ignored the voice.

“Mas..buy," finally Syahrel jerked awake.

“Sorry, what's wrong?”

“This mas, the intention of selling anyway?!”, the middle-aged woman looked annoyed.

“Niat mbak.”

“Still in the morning kok sleep.”

“Sorry, I slept less last night," Syahrel rubbed his eyes.

”Kalo want to sleep at home just”, said the woman with a Javanese accent that still sounds faint.

“You bought what newspaper mbak?”

“There's Pele Boiy magazine, for my husband?” With the English spelling mixed with Javanese language that is still messy, the woman asked for an adult magazine. The husband smiled behind the wheel of his sedan. It is estimated that the woman was about thirty-five years old and her husband was forty-five.

Strange things Syahrel found in the morning. Syahrel tried to believe himself, was he dreaming?, Syahrel holding his cheek. Apparently this is real nature, maybe because he felt astonished by the two couples. And Syahrel also limited the sale of magazines and newspapers for things that are less educational, not because he is a mosque teenager. But Syahrel had another reason, because the stall was located right on the protocol road. So unsightly, if he sells the magazine.

“Sorry, it looks like Pele Boiy's magazine has run out"Syahrel followed the spelling of the slightly open-dressed woman. Between his face and his appearance.

“Tell me from earlier, let me not be tired of waking up next." the woman passed by leaving a pique.

Not long after the woman left, Syahrel's eyes saw the Caucasian man wearing black glasses pass in front of him. But where?, when? Syahrel tried to remember who the man was. Shortly after the man who made Syahrel curious passed away, he was suddenly startled by the presence of Sisil in front of him.

Unlike usual this girl approached me, there must be a need that Sisil was looking for, terka Syahrel in heart. Not yet he thought about the Indo man, Syahrel was made to think back with the arrival of Sisil who without invitation came to his reot stall.

“Rel, help me....," Sisil cried.

I don't know what dream Syahrel had in his sleep, three strange events that he encountered a few minutes ago. The middle-aged woman who was upset that the magazine she was looking for did not exist. After five minutes after the strange woman passed, a curious man looks Syahrel passed in front of her. And now, a beautiful girl approached him, crying.

“What's Sil ? Who was the accident ?” Syahrel immediately asked about the arrival of Sisil

“I'm pregnant!!” Reveal Sisil without thinking about the people around him maybe because he no longer knows what to do and to whom he complained. Sontak Mas Sukir was surprised after hearing a statement that made him curious about the cries of his master earlier. Syahrel also led Sisil to talk about it in his stall, considering this a personal matter.

“How can this happen Sil?”

“Long when I tell you from the beginning, it is obviously my fault that drifted in the seduction of the evil man. The man who, in the name of love for his lust," Sisil's emotions burst.

“Who is that guy?”

“My college friends," Sisil covered the identity of the man, probably because he was afraid that if Syahrel found out, this news would be heard to the ears of Dita and the Om Anggoro family.

From the silent ignorance Mas Sukir noticed their behavior. One, two times Sisil hugged Syahrel.

“Then why do you suddenly trust me to listen to this?” Syahrel found out, the arrival of Sisil surprised him.

“It was my goal to find the jerk, but on the way I saw you. Just be spontaneous, 'cause I'm afraid to accept this fact.”

“More I can't do anything Sil!”

“At least you can hear my complaint.”

“Then where did the man go?” Tanya Syahrel.

“ ......!!.....” Sisil was unable to answer, his tears flowing back. Syahrel tried to calm him down, he tried to discuss the others.

“We Already know?” Intentions thwart the conversation.

Strange, the stuff just gets harder. Syahrel looked confused, there was nothing he could do. Cuddling Sisil in the embrace was not able to do. Unknowingly Sisil leaned his arms against Syahrel, only this time he felt the warmth of a woman's embrace. Honey, the girl he's now in his arms isn't the girl he meant.

Astaghfirullah thing’adzim, heavy for Syahrel to receive this kind of treatment. Smell all over Sisil's body making

Syahrel is wrong. One side of Syahrel views this is no longer normal will arise slander later, on the other hand Syahrel also considers it is spontaneity from a girl who is facing problems that are difficult to accept.

Mas Sukir neglected to see his employer hugging friendly with Syahrel, the man he hit the other day. His little heart said this could not happen.

"Sich Non Sisil willingly handed anu’nya, ups, sorry love I mean, only to a newspaper man on the side of the road, the son of a washerman anyway," said Sukir in his heart.

" Or it could be, Non Sisil was used by him. After all, many people know that Den Syahrel diligently worshiped, did not rule out the possibility he wiridin Non Sisil, until Non Sisil melept rich chickens want to be cut, resigned! The case again." Mas Sukir's bad thoughts were lodged in his head.

“Already Sil do not you cry continuously, tears are not the way out”

Shahrel interrupted Sisil's tears of pity. Sisil washed his face for the umpteenth time.

“Again I want to ask you." Syahrel ventured.

“But you promised not to cry anymore" Syahrel said.

“Yah, I promise.”

“That guy I met when you had lunch at the restaurant padang across from the KOSTRAD complex right?” Finally Syahrel also recalled the man who disturbed his mind. If you can be honest, Syahrel was a little jealous at the incident at first.

However, her feelings for Dita covered all her suspicions during this time which considered Sisil also fell in love with her.

“…….???.......Sisil recalled the question Syahrel had meant.

“Yes," Sisil nodded, but still hid who the man really was.

Their conversation stalled, because I saw the Zuhur adhan reminding humans to stop

all activities. Calling for a moment to remember all the favors that God has given half a day to the creatures. Syahrel cut his talk.

“I want to rest for a while, already in time zuhur. Do you still want to stay here for a while and I say goodbye to going to the mosque. Or do you have other activities you want to do?. Please do, sorry I'm not driving away”

“I continue my original purpose Rel.”

“Where are you?”

“Finding the man.”

Syahrel was aghast from his talker and thought of Sisil's expression just now, and he recalled the man who several hours ago passed by his stall.

“If the man you mean, the Caucasian man I met at that restaurant. A few hours ago I saw him through this road.”

“Which direction?” There is a speck of hope that Sisil got, if indeed Ivan has not left Jakarta. His index finger pointed out where the German-born man had gone with his luxury sedan. Syahrel closed the stall temporarily, probably for half an hour.