ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Choking Trouble

Almost a few weeks I lost time to share my story with Haji Arsyad and my mother. Due to the unclear busyness, I spent it with Dita. The feeling of longing for the advice of both, I always wait. I also miss the food that you make for me, sometimes he did not mind to give me a rice with his finger, so unfortunately he.

I also look forward to the warmth of gathering with the family of Haji Arsyad which I have considered part of my family as well, I will defend anything that is the right of the family. The grace of Zahra, the friendly smile of Umm Halimah. After I attend the youth study tonight, I will visit Haji Arsyad's residence.

But only then did I move from where I followed ta’lim Ustadz Su’adi, bad news I received.

“Rel, Hajj Arsyad is sick.”

That news I received from Robi friends ta’limku. It is outrageous that I got the news that Haji Arsyad was sick I received from others. But indeed I pay less attention every time the congregational prayer I do not find him imitating prayer, indeed lately I have always been busy, the congregation that is left behind the prayer rakaat.

At first I thought, Haji Arsyad was busy with his business. Because he often left congregational prayers because he was out of town. Usually also, if only a mild illness he is still trying to follow the prayer. That means he has severe pain, so he cannot attend congregational prayers.

I straightened out my plans again, visited him. I had to get to her house as soon as possible, but halfway.

“Den...Den Syarel,” there is a voice calling me. My eyes observed the figure of a middle-aged man who was covered in darkness.

“Oh Mas Sukir, what's wrong?”

“Den, danger. You've seen Den Syahrel and Non Dita alone in the city park, but only tonight you have time to convene Non Dita. Now he was crying again, scolded Master, "so excited Mas Sukir told about it.

“Keep how about Asked Mas?”

“Don't know Den, I only gave that information to Den Syahrel. Because I consider this bad news and I do not want to happen again Non Sisil. After all, indeed when I met you guys, I again mengupirin mister from the immigration office. But it was raining heavily, sir so lazy to come down. Besides, he's busy with his business letters."

“Where is Mr Anggoro going?”

“Dinas to Overseas.”

Syahrel interrupted his talk.

“Thank you for the information Mas.”

“Sama-sama.”

“I say goodbye first huh?”

“Oh Yes Den” Syahrel put the news aside for a moment and now he should soon maybe visit Haji Arsyad.

“God willing, Mr Haji what pain?” Ask Syahrel when he arrived at Haji Arsyad residence.

“Demam Abah high sis," replied Zahra who has been accompanying him for several days.

“Already taken to hospital?”

“Pak Haji never want to be invited to the hospital. He's an anti-drug Doctor.”

Haji Arsyad's body was drowned, his eyes cold and teary. He can still speak, but there is not much he can say.

“Rel, please cover your feet with a blanket.”

Syahrel also quickened what he wanted.

“Pak Haji why not go to the Doctor?”

“From the first time I did not believe the Doctor, sometimes they just suspected the disease," stung Haji Arsyad explained why he did not want to be treated by a doctor.

“But at least there is more intensive handling Pak Haji," Syahrel tried to persuade him.

“Free Rail, from two days ago Ummi also suggested to perikasa to the Doctor, the basic Pak Hajinya alone is sinking," the Ummi Gap, meaning Pak Haji remains stubborn.

“If this continues, many activities that Mr. Haji left behind," Syahrel still trying to persuade Haji Arsyad.

“.............................,” Haji Arsyad was silent, I don't know what he was thinking.

Before long, “Call the Hanan”.

“For what bah?” Zahra asked who had accompanied her brother.

“Ane ask anterin him to hospital.”

Hearing his words, Ummi Halimah as soon as possible called Hanan, a neighbor who was also the personal driver of Haji Arsyad. Zahra prepared the equipment to be brought. Syahrel while accompanying Haji Arsyad while massaging the legs of a man he already considers as his own parents.

“Rel, two more days mosque tower dome standing. Because it is being renofed. But ane noticein there is a little problem of cost, the duty you love money the same Yahya or Mursani. Ane wanted to hear the sound of the dawn prayer after Ane came from the hospital," Haji Arsyad's voice became more severe, occasionally coughing.

“Do not think too much about Mr. Haji. Later if it has recovered then Pak Haji returned to take care of the mosque.”

“Ente asks for money with wife ane, the money is already ane readyin. I don't want to stay in the hospital.”

Upon the arrival of Ummi Halimah and Mas Hanan, they consulted the hospital to be referred. Some alternative considerations besides Ummi also think about the facilities and services of the hospital. Zahra has also finished preparing some Abah clothes and prayer equipment and other equipment have been packed in one bag.

They also chose Mitra Husada Hospital. An expensive international hospital that became a reference for Ummi Halimah apparently. Syahrel also joined the Hajj Arsyad family.

Syahrel is no longer awkward with Zahra and Ummi Halimah, because he feels he has become a part of them. Moreover, Syahrel felt indebted to the family of Haji Arsyad because of their kindness, after all when Syahrel was sick so their attention.

c OoO

As soon as possible Ummi Halimah takes care of the administration of the hospital, while Zahra, Syahrel and Mas Hanan bring Haji Arsyad to the ER room for initial examination. They are waiting for news and results of the investigation

 laboratory of the Doctor who handled it. Ummi Halimah continued to accompany her husband during the examination, but there was a separate room inside for one family representative.

“Mother's husband is only soy sauce, his blood pressure is low. For several days this must be hospitalized to restore lost body fluids," explained the Doctor written on his identification tag dr. Hanif Irsyad.

“There is really no serious disease Doc?”, Ummi Halimah worried about her husband's illness.

“Captains only Mom. Maybe because of the many activities but not balanced with a balanced diet, nothing else.” Doctor Hanif reiterated the disease experienced by Haji Arsyad.

c OoO

From a distance a pair of eyes observed their behavior, so cold and cynical.

“If you have been able to prove it, I want you to pick me up to tie loyalty.”

Syahrel did not expect the sentence to come out of the soft lips of a girl who he had been harboring feelings about her.

“What do you mean Dit?”

Dita did not have time to answer the man who noticed them, it turns out that Pak Anggoro as fast as lightning approached his daughter.

“Dita!" With high tones and widened eyes.

“Iya pah.”

“Not dry Papah said at home, now you've done it again. What can you count on from a man who is just a mosque errand boy and a newsboy!” Pak Anggoro rose apitam, saw Dita caught the eyes together with Syahrel.

Syahrel tried to calm down and control emotions, his lips murmured and said, “astaghfirullah ‘al adzim”.

With a little save of tears, Dita left Syahrel. Syahrel was still silent and could not accept this fact. Unbecoming speech out of a person who notes bene a former representative of the people and learned.

Footsteps dragged, tears that came out Syahrel refuted with his finger. The economic situation that cornered the man with a mature brown skin, his mind regretted the departure of the father who did not tell him about his property and a word for him, even though only the encouragement of life that is now hard he experienced.

“Masya Allah, ka Syahrel sought after apparently hiding here!!” Zahra's voice erased the sadness, as quickly as possible Syahrel hid the tears.

“What's Zahra?”

“I want to go home, in a few days I'm graduating. So Ummi had Zahra prepare her own equipment and luggage that I brought back here tomorrow. So, brother Syahrel want to come home?” So soft and spoiled was the voice of the girl who was about to finish college at the medical school.

“Second sister used to be the same Ummi. Zahra just go to the car first, after all there is a mandate Mr. Haji that I have to convey.”

“Ya already, I wait ya ka.”

Syahrel searched the room where Haji Arsyad was treated, although there were few obstacles. He or she should ask the receptionist or nurse, find out where the person he or she respects is resting.

“Achimedes Pavilion number one," the woman in a white uniform shows the room Haji Arsyad.

“Assalamu’alaikum," Syahrel entered the room.

“Wa’alikum greetings. Where have Rails been, Ummi nyariin you?”

“Street as of Ummi. Sorry Ummi Pak Haji entrusted the mandate to me, regarding the mosque dome money.”

Seen Haji Arsyad so soundly asleep, the infusion tube is embedded in the skin of his arm, may Allah give him healing and his disease was lifted, Syahrel mendo’akan man.

“Ummi has prepared from the start of Pak Haji asking the tempo of the day. Here's the money.”

A large envelope was taken Ummi from his bag, “Please convey it to the mosque committee ya Rel. Previously Ummi and his family apologized for not being able to go to the mosque again, convey Ummi greetings to the committee.”

“Iya Ummi, God willing I say. And send greetings to Mr. Haji I have not been able to accompany him, because it has not paid well with Mother.”

“Ummi surely convey.”

“Assalamu’alaikum”, Syahrel begging farewell.

“Wa’alaikum salam.”

There are likes and sorrows, we cannot expect what will happen and what we will face. Every second circumstances can change, faithful minutes of divine mystery are not capable of us guessing. We only plan, but God is the determinant of the end of the plan we expect.

Syahrel was still pensive, feeling he was erratic and did not know what to do. Every time he remembered the words of Mr. Anggoro, at that time his lips spoke Istighfar.

“Don't get too tired Zahra, get enough rest and pray a lot" Syahrel told Zahra.

“God willing, sis.”

They were separated, Zahra shut the door. Shahrel gradually disappeared with the dark of the night, his face bowed and tried to arouse the spirit to seek and toughen up against the bitterness and sweetness of life.

“What can you count on from a man who is just a mosque errand boy and a newsboy!!! This word is stored in his heart and mind as a motivation for life. No need for anger to be repaid with anger, no need to fire with fire, open your heart and open the thought discourse to realize, that this is life.

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Show Shahrel in his kediam after taking Haji Arsyad to the hospital.look Mother is still awake.

“Assalamu’alikum.”

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Where's son, new clock coming home?”

“Sorry mom, I'm not saying goodbye anymore. Haji Arsyad in hospital.”

“When?” Mother was surprised to hear the generous person was now lying in the hospital.

“Jam nine nights.”

“What pain?”

“Doctor diagnosis said only soy sauce only.”

“If you can and you have time to deliver Mother to visit. Now rest, boy.”

“Iya nda”