ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
There is No Hil Mustahal
Thank God, praise God that everything can finally be revealed. God shows that He is always on the side of the truth. One problem can be solved, said Haji Arsyad who somehow returned all his kindness.
At first I did not expect the ways of completion that Hajj Arsyad took, his movements and behavior I could not understand, but there was only a way out that was somewhat strange. Many times I asked him about the things he did, which I thought were incompatible with the logic or reason of human reason.
So take the journey of Moses who studied with the Prophet Khaidir. Whenever the prophet Khaidir did something that Moses said was outside of humanity, he would often break it. But there is wisdom behind the actions of the prophet Khaidir, whose existence still holds the contradiction. Likewise with Haji Arsyad who every time acted could not be read what he wanted.
A lot of wisdom behind this event, what we plan is different from the reality, what else if we do not plan, maybe even more messy. Here I realized, to be more sensitive to understand and appreciate and understand who women are and what they want.
I do not want to convict myself because I am guilty of not addressing Sisil's feelings, nor am I a big selling point. But I am not the kind of man who easily expresses the feeling of love.
Honestly, Sisil belongs to the category of beautiful women, physically she has many advantages, especially her beautiful curves, when viewed from the angle of normal men in general, not to mention, not to mention, the chin has a hemisphere parallel to the line of the nose and lips.
There is another thing that makes me think a little, yes about Dita's feelings when hearing Sisil's explanation. Apparently Sisil's pregnancy was the work of the person he loved. I felt the screams of her heart and still remembered a while ago when Dita told me about her relationship problem.
I'm sure he still harbors feelings of love for the man. Come to think of it, life is full of puzzles that we can not read the possibility that will happen, what the writer wants. But it is enough for me to say for a moment all praise to God who has freed me from the slander and the events I face.
the OoO
“Rel, what else is it?” Sapa Dita who suddenly surprised Syahrel from behind the window of the stall whose size was only as the head of an adult.
“Eh Dita! More about TTS nih.”
“I'm not interrupting?”
“Ngak. What's wrong?”
“Just aja, want to take you for a walk.”
“This time sorry Dit. Not that I rejected your offer, today there is no income at all. Maybe because it was raining this morning, so people were reluctant to leave the house or stop by for a moment to buy a newspaper.”
“Hmm..begini, as your newspaper I pay. How?”
“Where are you going?” Not yet Syahrel answered Dita's offer, he asked back.
“I'm sorry, we find another atmosphere yuk!”
“Why don't you ask for the company of others?”
“Your brother, or a college friend might be,”.
“Rel, it's a Sunday. They also have their own busy lives. Anyway it's been on semester break, okay!" Dita replied to him in annoyance.
“Yaudah, wait a minute. I tidy up the kiosk first.”
“So dong.”
So displeased Syahrel to close the stall, his income decreased slightly. There is a cost burden that he must bear, since Mother no longer works.
“Dit, if this continues I can lose customers.”
“Kan not too often I ask you to please.”
“Where are you going? Home is not too late afternoon well!”
“Have come. Not gone already talk home.”
“Not so, I have to arrive at the mosque before adzan maghrib.”
“I know. I have to go to church later in the afternoon too. There's a Sunday school meeting.”
“Means sunday school?”
“If in your religion semacem.., Al qur’an park, play group.” level.
“Oh, njai you mean?”
“What is njai?" Dita first heard the term njai.
“Reading and studying Al-qur’an.”
“Not Rail, so if in my religion the term njai is the same as. Probably almost the same as a canticle or a compliment.”
“Not Dit, if the canticle is the same as sholawat,”
“Sholawat. What is it?”
“Holy singing, sky voice." Answer Syahrel.
“Like this well, salamulloh salamulloh ala toha rosulallah..”.
Dita follows the sholawat rhythm, but his tongue is stiff and spelling is irregular.
“Begini, Salamulloh Salam ala Toha Rosullillah.”Syahrel tries to justify the word and its rhythm.
“Kok you know that chant?” Syahrel continued his question.
“On TV is often played, if the fasting month.”
“Rel, if we chat continue, when will you close the kiosk?” Sindir Dita's.
Hearing Dita's insinuation, Syahrel slightly let out words, his hands began to work. One by one the magazines and newspapers were put into crates, where Syahrel used to store merchandise.
“Alhamdulillah, it's tidy," Syahrel patted both fingers right and left hand.
The kiosk was closed, Syahrel was still checking around the stall. Fearful there is still a gap open. Dita was already sitting in the steering wheel, Syahrel tidied up his clothes and checked the luggage and lock stall.
“Aready Sir?” Sindir Dita from the car, as if to take her boss away.
“Siap Bu. Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim.”
The black sedan drove elegantly, the rotation of its tires looked certain to walk carrying them wherever they were headed.
the OoO
“Actually I want the same story you”,Dita started the conversation.
“About yesterday's incident?” Syahrel guessed.
“Yes that. Honestly, I've heard Sisil is pregnant because of a man who doesn't know thank you. I want to tear Sisil and Ivan.” in the face
“That name is again what Dita calls," muttered Syahrel in the heart.
“Learn to be a person who can accept reality, no matter how Dit,”
“What we think is good, is not necessarily good according to him. Similarly, the opposite" added Syahrel advising Dita.
“But they don't think about people's feelings.”
“Dit, are you also thinking about their performance?”
“You mean?”
“When you shared the story with Sisil you understood Sisil's feelings and when you removed Ivan from your life, did you also feel his feelings?”
“ ......” Dita was silent thinking about the question as well as the correction for her.
“No. All I think about is the expression of the feeling I feel.”
“So teach, if they act like that. Or maybe because of the circumstances that forced them to establish a relationship. The intensity of the time they met was also the cause of the relationship.”
“Kok you know?”
“The logic, everything you complained to Sisil about Ivan, was directly or indirectly conveyed to Ivan. And finally what you hug becomes the subject of their chat and finally well like this, the matchmaker falls in love.”
Tucked a mocking smile on Syahrel's lips.
“Ah, you are usually ngeledek.”
“Not badgedek. After all, it was Dit.”
Dita was a little nervous controlling the steering wheel.
“But Ivan could ya?”
“Not the heart. But he's unconscious,"guyon Syahrel.
“You mean, she was filthy during my relationship. Wow, this is an outside insult in his name.”
“Tag Dit.”
“Just relax Rel, I'm used to kok.”
A few minutes into silence, not a word came out of their mouths.
“Kok I feel comfortable with Syahrel... Ah, this is just a moment!”, said heart argument trying to discuss feelings and circumstances.
Dita stole a glance, his eyes set staring at the hue of Syahrel's face.
“I have to go back to my original consequences. Holding my promise to Mother, I will not break my promise. Let me just admire Dita without having to have, but I love. Do not Shahrel, remember your promise, do not make Mother cry again," feelings and thoughts argue, the heart talks about love, but his mind answers another and contradicts feelings. Syahrel recalls the promise and tears of the Mother.
“Rel,” same time,”dit”, Syahrel calling Dita.
And both of them remained silent.
“You first," Syahrel lets Dita speak first.
“Nothing, I just want to say, soon we'll be until.”
“I think.”
What came out of Dita's mouth turned out to be different from what Syahrel thought.
“What do you think Rail?”
“I think it's still a long way.”
“I kira.”
Dita also expects Shahrel to say something that makes him flattered or at least praise the clothes he wears. Without Syahrel realize Dita's appearance is different, not as usual. Today he held a brown blush dress marum, combined jeans with accessories some bracelets and necklaces look so beautifully attached and there is a little interesting, Dita wearing high heel shoes, and, an unusual sight.
“What do you think Dit?”
“I think it's close. Uh, turns out the place I mean is still far.”
Dita tried to divert what was thinking in her mind.
“This guy doesn't know what a girl feels. Or indeed he did not save the feelings of affection for me”, Dita re-think about the feelings that are now turbulent in the heart.
“Dita, can I ask you this once?”
“ Syahrel was silent again.
“Come Rail, say the word love to me," muttered Dita in heart.
“Mmmmm, where are we going Dit?”
“Nonton.”
Missing again Dita's allegations.
“Watch what?”
“Watch a cat fight!!” Reply Dita with high intonation and upset but tucked a smile on the lips.
“Kok you're upset Dit?”
“Running you naaanyaaa. Just sit sweet and let me take a walk. You know I'm again for.”
“Oh yes I forgot.”
Returning to driving, this time the speed was increased, and the speedometer needle seemed to be vibrating unstably.
“Dit, can you slowly take it?”
“This has been slow Mr. Syahrel.”
“Danger, if anything happens I have not fulfilled sunnah rosulku.”
“You mean?”
The gas pedal is lifted slightly, no need to step on the clutch. Sedan owned by Dita Autometik, berahan speed also decreased.
“I mean..I'm not married.”
“Oh, you have marriage thoughts also Rel?”
“All normal people must have thoughts of marrying.”
“Good..good.”.
“Absolutely you didn't think of it?”
“It seems like I'm still a long way off thinking about it, still traumatized. Anyway no lucky guy got me.”
“Her time is too selective.”
“For me, looking for a life companion it needs to be selective. With a reason not to be disappointed later. And one thing you should know is that Rel, that I'm not the kind of girl to fall for. But if it is dear, my loyal will never fade.”
So excited Dita explained about companion life.
“Oh, you mean not to repeat back what you are experiencing now?”
“Hmm, maybe," replied Dita flat.
“Well, if you yourself how about Rel?”
“How do you mean?!”
“Yah, about life companion.”
“...............,” Syahrel was stunned for a moment.
“The meaning of life companion, for me. Hmm, he became my place to lean on when I was tired and when I fell, where I shared hard or happy moments, he was my lover as well as my life friend. She is able to understand the nature of a woman, and certainly she loves the same mother.”
“If judging from your explanation, there is one more question for you Rel. For you physical appearance it is necessary not?”
“Before, I explained to you first what the criteria of a companion life is like, this is based on the book I have read. There is 4K, First faith, second offspring, third power, and last beauty.”
“All have a relative understanding," he added.
“All I thought, you are not the type of man who does not think about the future, it turns out that choosing a life partner only already has the concept.”
“Well, if you are alone?”
“For me the criteria of my future companion, enough he is able to make me comfortable.”
It turned out that Dita's statement was so short and concise.
“For physical?”
“No need to be handsome, free to have a handsome life companion but he does not make me comfortable and importantly also he is proportional.”
Their conversation looks serious.
“Other differences?”
“What does it mean?”
“...........................,” words are strung together but heavy to pronounce.
“Materi, you mean? For that one problem, Papa often taught me, if looking for a future husband he must have independence and business stability.”
Syahrel felt cornered with Dita's short and dense expression, the heavier for him to express feelings that had been stored away in the heart.
“Maybe things like this are better, than me expressing my dear feelings to Dita. There are two possibilities that I will face, the first possibility, if Dita does not accept, maybe her attitude will change and away from me, this will close my chance to be able to see her beautiful face. And even if I was accepted to be her lover, there would be many problems that I would face. But until when do I save this feeling.” In daydreams.
Syahrel was pensive and thought, his eyes looking out. As if he wanted to scream withstanding the difficult feelings he expressed, the heart said love but the reality he would face was different.
“Finally to also.” Sentak Dita surprises Syahrel in daydreams.
Space Billboard movie billboards that will be aired so big, studio one featuring action films starring famous outside artists, in studio two there is a screening of comedy drama, studio three mystery films.
“We want to see what movie Dit?”
“Cats fight.”
“Ah you are still joking. I last saw it in the cinema about three years ago. I got awkward getting into mall.”
“Can there be me!”
They also stepped into the theater building that looks so exclusive. Each wall is arranged wall or beautiful tapestry, not to mention the floor, a stretch of red carpet makes visitors seoalah become king. Smiles and greetings of the officers warmly welcomed, as if we were part of their family. But there is one thing that makes Syahrel heart flabbergasted and racing, apparently Dita ordered one VVIP room, not because of the expensive price but the comfort that Dita was looking for.
Now only Dita and Syahrel occupy the room that was deliberately prepared for the family. Syahrel's mind was uncertain, two teenagers in a dark room, let alone humans who entered, mosquitoes were not allowed in the VVIP room.
Before entering, Syahrel said Istighfar many times. Far from his original guess. Syahrel only knows the cinema as usual, visitors occupy the seats that are already available, each studio filled with almost hundreds of visitors. But it is very different from what Syahrel now lives in. The room itself, with a large plasma screen, with an exclusive sofa complete with blankets.
“Astaghfirullah ‘aladzim, What is this place?”
“Studio VVIP, there is something strange about Rel?”
“Maybe for you this is ordinary, but for me this is quite strange. I just sit on the floor yach Dit, let you sit on that couch.”
The whole room is full of shades of maroon, as well as the sofa, which is actually two sofas made into one, without restrictions. The sound of audio is so loud in every corner of the room accompanied by light settings that can be arranged according to the wishes of the visitor.
“Rel, I've been expensive to choose this place, so please appreciate me.”
“Sorry Dit, not I refuse but I'm afraid.”
“Fear what, afraid I bite?”
“Not. I'm a normal guy and so are you. I'm worried that there will be a short relationship aka konsleting.”
“Yeah, I also have a Rel.” limitation
“I hope you understand.” Syarel asks Dita to understand who she is and who Dita is.
Syahrel remained steadfast with his stance, until the film finished Syahrel remained sitting on the floor and Dita so enjoyed the screening of a dramatic film that was so charming, directed by young domestic directors.
“When can I make a story this great?” The sentence appeared after Syahrel watched the film.
“Not the path of your life is a story that is greater than the film?”
“Because the way of human life is a mystery known by God," added Dita continued the talk of the hands of Syahrel.
“Poor Anji who can't have her love Cindy.” Syahrel recalled the characters in the film.
“If it happened to you how did Rel?”
“I will be hard to face
all the. After all there are still many women besides Cindy, there is Bella who is also
expecting her love Anji.”
Their comments about
the film was cut.
“Eh, by the way I
going to church, I take you home first, then I go to church. Ye
where do I want to go?,”
“At Dit mosque, already want to be by maghrib.”
“You are so obedient to the rules of religion. Until the problem of watching you associate with religious problems. Rarely do I meet a guy like you Rel, lucky I get to know you. If it wasn't for the umbrella, maybe we couldn't be this familiar.”
“It was excessive, I was like a man in general, but if not for religion maybe my life could no longer be controlled. Does not every religion teach the value of goodness and virtue?”
“Betul. But many also abandoned the teachings of the religion, especially the association of teenagers today, more aware of me and regret the sins that I have done. Lucky I can know people like you Rel, even though we are different religions, but as long as I know you, there is not the slightest nature of hating the religion of others, especially your obedience worship.”
“Alhamdulillah, once again Dit, your speech is excessive. I'm a regular and normal man.”
“Honestly, I rarely find a guy like you.”
“Honestly too, soon we'll be until.” Syahrel diverts Dita's flattery.
“Thanks ya Rel already want to keep me all day. And here's your newspaper replacement money.” Dita took a piece of money a hundred thousand rupiah.
“Not that I begged Dit, but this is for the sake of the continuity of my business and family. So I accept your gift, but again I also say thank you.”
Then Syahrel came to where he meant, the courtyard of the mosque.
“Cautious Dit. My message, obey what you believe, and realize in life, you will find the meaning of life. And once again you have taught me to know luxury. Hehehe, let me not be tacky if I go to the cinema like that. ”
“Sama-sama Rail's. Assalamu’alaikum Pak Ustadz," said Dita.