ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
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Only two hours Syahrel slept, now he has to go to the mosque. There are two tasks that he must fulfill. The main task of caring for the mosque and the second task of providing information belonging to Haji Arsyad and the family for the construction of the minaret dome of the mosque, which later four loudspeakers were placed there, the report said, thus the adhan and the cry of the mosque can be heard by the surrounding community.

With a glint of eyes that still narrates sleepiness, Shahrel set foot to fulfill the obligation on God and man. Although the morning prayer is relatively little, but very heavy to do. When engrossed in sleep must wake up to hear the sounds of the sky echoed by the muezzin. For those who are used to working on it, lightly step up and perfect the ablution.

But rarely seen the mosque is filled with morning prayers, even though it is crowded only during Ramadan. Another case with Syahrel, perhaps because the habits fostered by the mother and her awareness from childhood, make her accustomed and become an inseparable part. A day without dawn, one day he regretted.

Two rakaat tahiatul prayer even mosque he did, but there are still two rakaat sunah qabliah dawn prayer he included. Then, the obligatory prayer he did preaching. This time he no longer heard the sweet voice of Hajj Arsyad when chanting short verses during prayer, so typical if he led prayers. Now he lay in a room full of anxiety, a place where moans and moans almost filled the walls of the room.

After Ustadz Yahya imitated and a series of puja and praise were delivered through the arsy, hope in prayer also moistened the lips of worshipers. Likewise with Syahrel, a teenager who is faced with the search for identity, to know who he really is and how he must interpret the meaning of life.

In prayer he kept the word that was thrown from the mouth of Mr. Anggoro, the soul was in contact with the situation. Trying to whisper to God, asking for a clue, a sure step to achieve the perfection of worship to Him. Not to forget as a prayer he delivered for the father who was gone, and for a noble woman who now lives with him. Tucked too, the names of Dita and Haji Arsyad in prayer, I don't know what he asked.

“Yes Allah, grant the prayer of the servant. Where else would I whisper be complaining and grieving if not to You.“

The closing prayer was said, he washed his face with his fingers and ended the attack of the word hope, complaining and grieving. Ask to be able to stand up to all the trials that will be faced. He also moved from his place. Now his task is waiting for Ustadz Yahya to complete the prayer, because there is a mandate from Hajj Arsyad.

“Pak ustadz, this is a deposit from Pak Haji. He can't deliver it himself. Because he's being treated.”

“Iya Rel, I have heard from Zahra when crossing the road before going to the mosque. Insha Allah, the dzuhur prayer jamah mosque wants to visit him. I accept the information, hopefully Hajj Arsyad can patiently face the test of Allah. Dzazakumullah khaeran. “

They were separated, but Shahrel had to carry out his daily duties. Tidy up the mosque, then rushed to buy newspapers and magazines.

Perhaps due to lack of sleep, Syahrel prefers to rest in a kiosk rather than doing other things. The man's body was lying on top of the bamboo hall, blank stares at the ceiling.

“Zahra's love, tomorrow he has graduated but the circumstances of his parents force him to be independent," Syahrel thought of Zahra's remarks at the hospital.

Syarel soon slept. Have not had time to dream of coloring sleep, the voice of a man with a Javanese accent woke him.

“Den..den...wake up," Mas Sukir tried to wake Syahrel.

The line of eyes he tried to develop, examining the figure of the man who woke up his sleep.

“Oh Mas Sukir, what is tumben?”

“Sorry Den, interrupt break until. Non Sisil Den!!”

“What's with Sisil?”

“Anu Den..anu..died earlier dawn.”.

“Innalillahi,..keep the body where it is now?”

“Directly brought to Medan this morning.”

“Dita tagged?”

“Non Dita not coming. Because tomorrow graduation.”

“And another one that Aden should know!”

“What Mas ?”

“After graduation tomorrow, Non Dita forced the master to come to...anuu...opo well, so lali me Den!!!”

“Anuu...., overseas it opo yes...”.

Syahrel could not wait for the word that came out of Mas Sukir's mouth.

“What Mas?”

“In the meantime, read more.”

“What Mas?!!”

“Oh Yes Germany.”

“Until when?”

“Enda know Den”

“Mendadak. Today I was ordered by Mr. Anggoro to take my passport and flight ticket.”

Syahrel increasingly did not understand the situation of all, Dita went by recounting a word that had not been able to understand Syahrel.

“Already Yes Den, just want to convey that information only.”

Since the incident Sisil, Mas Sukir often convey all the information about the development of the family of Pak Anggoro.

“Thank you for the information," Syahrel was weak to hear the news, the further apart Syahrel was with Dita.

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Two ungodly tidings reached the ear of Shahrel. He was confused what to do, regretting the situation was not useful.

“I have to see Dita before she leaves for Germany.”

Although not a single newspaper was sold, he had to close the stall for a while, his pace as much as possible accelerated.

“Mumpung Pak Anggoro is not at home," he said in his heart.

The distance from the kiosk to the residence Dita quite far did not dampen Syahrel, despite lack of rest but Syahrel should be able to meet Dita. The scorching sun stings the eyes and skin, visible wrinkle on the forehead Syahrel trying to fight the sun.

But no one was seen in that luxurious house, “Masya Allah, I forgot Mas Sukir said Dita to campus”, Forced Syahrel turned around, his hope was empty.

Still harboring remorse for his stupidity, he limped tiredly back to the stall. In the middle of the road he met Ustadz Yahya.

“Rel, from mana”

“Resident to the home of a friend Mr. ustadz.”

“Rel, can I ask for help?”

“Nolongin what Mr ustadz?”

“Help me lift the dome of the mosque tower. I am looking for Mr. Sharif, said his wife he again has a renofasi job. I also visited Haji Arsyad. So I ask that you also keep an eye on the installation.”

Syahrel could not refuse.

“Previous sorry so troublesome.”

Syahrel hid his condition, but the task of the mosque was his responsibility. After all, this is what Hajj Arsyad wants. He wanted to hear the sound of the Adhan heard from this dome.

Enough time-consuming work, he left the stall until he closed earlier not a fraction he could profit. But how else, Ustadz Yahya asked, the second influential person in the mosque after Hajj Arsyad.

By evening Syahrel returned home, just cleaning the body and changing clothes, then he returned to the mosque to perform maghrib prayers, as well as seeing the results of hard work lifting the dome, he said, because it can be used to listen to the sound of the cry that reverberates, then he must complete the prayer isya, then Syahrel can rest with enough.

“Rel, the possibility of Haji Arsyad is already at home tonight”, said ustadz Romli, secretary of the mosque manager.

“Pak ustadz know from where?”

“And we all looked after him. Ustadz Yahya does not tell you?”

“But.”

“Your mother also joined our group kok”

“Thank God if it is true so Mr. ustadz.”

No change with the past, Syahrel had to turn off the lights and check the water filler. After that, he was free to do something else. Hearing the news of the return of Haji Arsya paused his intention to rest. He should visit her.

                                                                        e OoOc

Tomorrow is the day that Zahra is waiting for, not only Zahra but thousands of students who, after being tired of struggling with books, hear the bribes of lecturers to give materials and assignments, and ended the thesis that became the cover of the evidence of the results of the science that they kais during in college. It is a pride for those who taste the discipline and specialization.

Attended by the gentleman and taulan and those closest to them, while wearing toga, clothes of greatness for them

which actually bears the title strata one or the other level. Kekhusyuan and khitmad followed the agenda of the event until later the embedding of the ribbon, punctuated by the submission of diplomas and other administrators.

Uhf, if I had been given the opportunity, maybe I had been far away from studying abroad even though, that hope seemed to be impossible for Syahrel.

“Happy well tomorrow will be graduated, prospective doctor," Syahrel gave the greeting to Zahra who was tidying up her toga clothes.

“Thanks kak.”

“That's where Zahra is?”

“In the middle room possible, enter aja kak.”

“Iya”

Zahra also accompanied Syahrel to meet Abah or Haji Arsyad who was lying down.

“Assalamu’alikum”

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Uh, you Rel?”

“Iya Pak Haji, so interrupt his break.”

“Ah, it's okay, if you are looking.”

“How is Pak Haji, already meningan?”

“Alhamdulillah, Rail,”

“Until home what time is Haji?”

“Hour half six, this afternoon," so heavy was heard the voice of Haji Arsyad.

“Thank God, enough rest Mr. Haji. Let's recover quickly.”

“Iya, ane also realized too shorn activities and less rest.”

“Already, Mr. Haji rest only. I also beg you to go home.”

“Thank you for cool down. Uh, just now ane denger mosque speakers so loud. Already finished the dome?”

“Alhamdulillah already Pak Haji, thanks to Pak Haji also.”

“Ah, the labor jama'ah.”

“Includes Mr. Haji as well.”

“Rest Mr. Haji.”

“Ya ane want to rest first, so that ane dawn can hear the sound of adzan. Already too stretched ane body, it should be a lot of breaks Rel.”

“I beg you to say hello to Mr. Haji. Assalammu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikum salam.”

Syahrel found Zahra again.

“Ummi where's Ra?”

“Possible break, soybean kak.”

“Kakak go home yes Ra, greetings the same ummi.”

“Insyaallah Zahra convey.”

“One more time congratulations on the graduation.”

“Ah, What brother the hell, tomorrow is the show.”

“Yes all means.”

“Heheheh, termikasih kak.”

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikum salam.”

A series of tiring activities completed Syaherl do, now is the time to fulfill the right to the body stretch tired. The sleepiness he could no longer endure. Arriving at home, Syahrel really can no longer support the body and finally.

Bismika Allahumma Wa’amut, tightly closed retina and eyelid.