ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Killed Slander

Syahrel had not had time to change his clothes, he had just finished praying in the mosque and heart after returning home he was invited by Haji Arsyad to accompany him to discuss and exchange opinions.

But his plans were plagued by unexpected problems.  A group of people came to his house. His legs were shaking, his heart rate was erratic, a swish of cold sweat poured from his skin pores.

"What the hell is going on?What happened to Mother?!!" Asked Syahrel in heart.

After he did not notice the strange symptoms with Mother, but why after Syahrel from the mosque had many people visit his house, he ran to his house, and cried, he regretted leaving his mother to go to the mosque.

Not how far he approached the court, the figure of the girl he knew and he expected his love to appear in front of him. Although a little astonished but at least relieved his heart that was upset and worried about his mother, his tears were mocked with knitted skullcap from mother.

  “What's Dit, tumben?"Tanya Syahrel gladly welcomed Dita's arrival for umpteenth time.

“Already, don't talk much!!!”

“The more do not understand me Dit?!!”

“Topengs. Kind of religious people, but in your heart save the nature of animals!”

Syahrel was more confused by the temperament of Dita who he knew soft and kind, now changing wild girls, his words did not reflect a learned man. Two burly men stood behind Dita, his posture large and muscular all over his arms and shoulder blades.

“Be careful when you speak, do not bring religion in this affair.”

“Whatever problems I don't know," he added annoyed.

Mom came out from behind the door and cried.

“God's Cause, why Mother?,”

“Have son, it's good to be honest where did you hide Sisil?!”

“What does Nda mean?”

“They said you impregnated Sisil and hid him!”

Syahrel approached Mother and hugged her, wiping her tears that soaked her cheeks.

“Mother don't cry let me solve this problem.”

“Confidently, I'm not as cruel as Mother.” thought

Inside the house, Sukir, Karman and Mrs Rosdian stared savagely at Syahrel, as if ready to pounce on his prey.

“Where did you hide Sisil?” Ask Mrs Rosdian

“Where do you know, I hid Sisil?”

“Can't you speak well, like an educated person?” Added.

“For a person like loe there is no need in a good way," Dita throws mockery for

Shahrell.

“You will regret your accusation, Dita," muttered Syahrel at heart.

Dita felt victorious because she had an accurate witness about this matter.

“I asked, where did you get the information that I impregnated Sisil and hid it?" Syahrel's patience at the end of the line.

“Absolutely replied, where did you hide Sisil?” As one of the men suspected of being a paid bodyguard.

“Who are you and have what interests in this matter?”

The two men were furious and held back emotions, both hands had already clenched their fingers.

“This is a misunderstanding,"Syahrel defended himself.

Shahrel hugged Mother and tried to calm Mother who was not ceaselessly crying.

“There are no robbers who want to be honest," said Mrs Rosdian.

“Sorry aunt, where did the information that I thought I impregnated Sisil and hid it from?" Again and again Syahrel questioned this.

Sukir the speaker bowed silently and did not say much. Shahrel's eyes looked at all who were present.

“Pak Sukir," the name came out of Dita's mouth. Syahrel expected it.

“Pak Sukir, said back to ask the father. What do you take away from my talk and Sisil?”

“A...aa..anu Den, Non Sisil hamil” That skinny, thick-moustached man answered her nervously.

“Well, that's right. But do you know the intent and purpose it came to my kiosk?”

“No Den.”

“Why do you assume I impregnated him and more cruelly you accuse me of hiding him, where is the fact?” Syahrel tried to give understanding and seek the truth about it.

“No Den, I do not accuse so.”

“Then why would you come to me, as if judging me thus and who I love you should be dragged into this matter?”

“Have not talked much show where Sisil?” Dita back to mumbling. Syahrel did not expect the tether girl his heart was wild.

“Please check my house, if it is true I hide Sisil please take me to the authorities or you guys want to judge me, please!”

Two bodyguards were inspecting the entire house, not long after only a quarter of an hour. Because of the narrow house. And both reported nothing they found.

Finally with their bare hands they left the residence Syahrel, without an apology .

“Any, a person who claims to be educated but there is not the slightest bit of ethics," he was annoyed.

Syahrel's eyes did not let Dita's departure, well only the eyes that accompanied Dita to the end of the door, the girl who made her curious until this moment, with this incident Syahrel tried to understand the state of Dita.

ooo oo

My task is now to believe that mother so that her mind does not get stuck with the problems I face, I can not see the mother moody and restless in her sleep. My eyes do not stop to see the reality of the mother's sleep is not sleeping, her eyes save the language of a mother who can not sleep well when her child is in trouble.

Almost five minutes after the mother cursed her eyes that have not been closed behind the blanket

lacerated. I'm sure every parent wouldn't let their child put their poor veil in trouble, though there's not much they can do, but their anxiety becomes the language of the love and warmth that he gives.

As with Mother, my tears often I wipe when I see Mother sleeping, I regret not being able to divide the only parents.

I often make my mother cry, with my actions that I accidentally did.

Still remember the accident that occurred some time ago, when I failed to control my bike, until I was dragged by Mr. Anggoro's car. That was when I, Sisil and Dita first started to look familiar. Not only did it leave a wound, but it also left my feelings that until now I did not know what I was like.

At that time also the tears of Mother fell because she did not like my closeness with Dita in particular. Perhaps the fundamental reason is the difference that makes Mother heavy to accept all this. I think the tears that come out into tears that should no longer come out of a person whom I consider the soles of the feet of blessing, because under the soles of heaven I believe it is placed.

It turned out that my hope was other than reality, today I made her heart hurt again. What a great regret to me, such an ungrateful child. The more I promise, the easier it will be to deny.

Syahrel has not finished his daily record, a foreign voice disturbing the peace of the night.

“Prranggg," the glass of his house overflowed someone who did not die of identity and face shape.

The nerves of the feet as if no longer attached between the bones, cold sweat began to pour out. In the dark Syahrel ventured closer to the source of the sound. A stone wrapped in white paper.

“LHO HAS BEEN TEASING GW'S LIFE."

The word is written in the stone wrap, the shelf knows who it is.

“Fortunately Mommy did not wake up.”

Syahrel is not so serious about responding to this, but there is no harm in anticipating the possibility that will happen. This must have something to do with the problem Syahrel was facing. But consider the wind then, if he thinks too much, this will be a heavy burden.

ooo oo

Still wet talk at the residence of Pak Anggoro, about the disappearance of Sisil. Today all the families gather, both from the parents of Sisil's birth, and the big family Anggoro.

Discussion is only one, where Sisil is. Eight heads are so serious in one table that Mr. Anggoro often uses to hold small meetings with his co-workers.

There was no smile coming out of their lips, their eyes were so cold looking at each other. Mr. Karman, Bi Darsih and Mr. Sukir also participated in this discussion.

Sukir coolly tangled with his Hand phone that he hid under the table, Mang Karman and Bi Darsih look also saturated follow the agenda today.

Maybe they are not used to this kind of thing, the way they solve problems, just a casual conversation, not like what they like now.

Mrs Inge was shocked when she heard her son was pregnant, she did not expect. Sisil, who was known as a well-mannered and obedient child, suddenly turned into a wild child. What happened to my daughter? Big question mark on the heart of the mother.

The results of this meeting drew one conclusion, the search for Sisil to his close friends, as well as looking for information from the closest relatives, did not rule out the possibility of Sisil living with relatives.

And the next meeting is two days ahead. When everyone left the room, only Sukir was still engrossed in struggling with his Hand phonen.

“Kir, maneh teah tacky pisan kaya just got HP,"synir Mang Karman with his Sundanese accent.

“Iya, until tacky Kir," Bi Darsih added.

“Come back on duty, the show mitingingannya already finished," gap Mang Karman.

“Sampean-sampean iki sirik course”, Pak Sukir defended himself with a style of speech, emphasis only thick with Javanese.

They also left the room, Sukir was still cool typing SMS, his fingers looked stiff, he spelled one by one letters from the mobile phone keypad. Often Sukir whispered when he received a phone call.

“Kir, which other helper is jenenge satroni? Inget bojo sampean in Klaten there!" Sindir Bi Sarsih in a seductive tone. Sukir ignored, he continued talking from his cellphone.

Mrs Inge was seen dead of Mr. Anggoro's residence after saying goodbye to the two. Convex tear bags look enlarged, probably because tired of thinking about the whereabouts of his daughter.

“Why don't you tell me the same mama son, if you have a problem," complained Sisil's mother in heart who almost lost her compass in looking for her.

“Mama won't scold you. Where should mom look for you. Go home son," she added.

Little one

Lady Inge is separated from Sisil, at the request of her brother, Rosdian Sirait.

According to tradition, if the married couple has not been given children, it is recommended to take care of the child as a lure.

This tradition is believed to be decades old. This recipe is fairly efficacious, almost the average of those who believe this, managed to have offspring. Either justification according to religion has not been found the law.

eoOo

For two days Mother did not talk to me much, her lips only spoke to the extent of reminding me to pray and eat. The rest was just silent, making me estranged at home even though we were just alone, if the mother was silent like this to whom I was talking.

I realized that even though it wasn't entirely my fault, it wasn't clear who was right and who was wrong.

There are things that make me sad, since the incident that night, mother left her work at the home of Mr. Anggoro.

Although there has been no decision that the mother was dismissed, but she has her own reasons. I dare not question this, because it was the result of me.

The heavier the life dependents, if true

Mommy stopped working at Pak Anggoro's house. I can't ban it, it's Mother's right. To be sure, I regret this incident, instead of making her happy I actually made my mother threatened to lose her job.

My nights are getting more and more restless thinking of the right solution to get out of this problem.

“Yes Allah, now I feel how weak I am. Forgive all my khilaf, "I raise my hand in the silence of the night, for it is only at night that I find the correction of life.

O Rabb, do not give the test which I am unable to bear.

Have mercy on my fragile body in its limitations.

O possessor of tranquil souls, Lord All-Hearer of the cry of the hearts of his people, Do not let me dim in Your love and affection.

Do not torture my mother for my mistakes.

O Rabb, are not enough tears of regret that come out of these two valves to be representative for my regret.

You Know how much I intend to make Mother happy, but the greater the desire the greater the wind.

Often I see Mother wiping her tears because of my mistakes. Give me the strength to make him happy, do not take his age before I can put a smile on two lips that are always wet with a prayer for me.

O Rabb, in the blessing of the silence of the night, please allow my prayer.

The pen is still attached to the fingers, Syahrel's eyes are closed and before long he fell asleep, already often this he did.

Tears still wet her two eyelids. Fifteen minutes later, “bletaaakk”, the sound was repeated on the second day.

Syahrel woke up, spontaneously he opened the window, looking for the source of the sound of the footsteps of people who ran. As alert as well, his footsteps moved toward the object thrown by the mysterious person.

Again a piece of paper, this time the bold writing is blue.

I KNOW, YOUR LIFE IS NOT CALM. JUST LIKE ME. MARKED ‘ HEARTS THAT YOU NEVER KNOW’.

This sentence made Syahrel pensive for a moment and asked his mind and heart, he never hurt anyone, but who felt he had hurt his feelings. Who is secretly harboring feelings of love of this magnitude.

“Dita, Zahra, Sisil?!” Syahrel remembers the opposite sex friends are just the three of them.

“Dita?”

This incident appeared since the arrival of Dita and her family to the house, if Dita did this, I am flattered. What I felt, he felt too.

“Ah, but it is impossible to admire a man so much. After all, as far as I know he loves his classmate”, heart and mind are taken into consideration for this.

“Zahra?” Shahel began to ask his heart again.

She was a godly girl and from a respected parent, it was impossible for her to do something stupid like this. If indeed he wants to find more than me too much.

Haji Arsyad the smartest man looking for his daughter a life companion. The proof, although he is still in education many men who try to propose to pin a wedding ring on his ring finger, so it is impossible Zahra.

“Or... Sisil?” Terka Syahrel at heart.

Ah, there's no way Sisil, obviously she was pregnant by the man I saw with her at the restaurant. Now I don't know where it is, and because I'm dealing with this problem.

“Then who is it?" There is no longer any suspicion of Syahrel, because all this time close to him, only Sisil, Dita and Zahra, although only friends.

A few seconds his mind was empty, his fingers were still holding a canned letter, originally Syahrel thought what he was experiencing now could only happen in films or soap operas, now he experienced the same thing.

There was not much Syahrel could do, the two papers he put together in the folds of a notebook.

“Yes Allah, what trials are these”, he lamented as he breathed deeply. Lately Syahrel lack of rest, the skin of his face looks pale.

From that moment on, his stomach was not filled with food, his hunger he fought only with a glass of warm tea or sweet iced tea.

Almost before dawn, his eyes no longer dim sleepy. He is restless with the problems he faces, his mind is struggling to find a way out, slowly he finds the steps he must do.

“Start later tonight," he jolted with a slight smile.