ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
The whole of the Sky Stretched

"Rel, for your first assignment covering the origin of the city of Jambi. All accommodation has become the company's responsibility. But we want the results you do not disappoint us!” One file on several regions and cultural variations of Jambi was given by Mr. Hermawan as navigation Syahrel.

Thank you I said, hearing the assignment I was happy but there is one trust that I have to bear, the visit report and the results of writing. Hopefully I can carry out this task. And this is the first time I've ever traveled by plane, not knowing how to do it and how to administer it, I'm blind.

Want to ask but a little heavy I said it and where should I ask. All the employees in this place nobody I know. I only know a few terms, like boarding pass, take off and

landing is all I often hear and what is meant airport tax only I do not understand at all. Ah, I'll ask you about this with Zahra, hopefully she knows.

But how should I talk about this to my mother. I do not want to let Mother know that I gave up my original work, because the stall I placed was actually Mother's labor to revive my family and school first. Anyway, I want to keep this matter a secret from Mother because there is a surprise that I want to give to Mother, Mother,

Well, the bamboo piggy bank where I hid the money for my mother to go to Hajj. Almost three years I collected the money, I don't want you to know. I want to see you proud of what I've been working on so far, hopefully making her happy. The cost of the Hajj ride each year soared, for now only what I heard from the late Hai Arsyad can reach tens of millions.

But my determination is unanimous, I want at the end of the age of Mother who is almost fifty years old, he can enjoy the facilities that I will give later. Ah, man only plans, but God determines everything.

                                                                                the OoO

I saw Zahra pensive at the end of the porch, could he have thought of his late Abah?

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikum greetings. Uh Syahrel tumben-tumbenan want to stop by?”

“Ah, you can't. How to use tumben?”

“Taking out since Abah is gone, brother Syahrel rarely visit home.”

“Sorry. Not that brother Syahrel forgot, but there is a little busyness that you have to live.”

“Oh.”

“Ummi where's Ra?”

“Maybe more break inside, one day Ummi is busy taking care of Abah.”

“You are disturbed if brother Syahrel visits home?.”

“Ah, not really. What's wrong?”

I was a little awkward talking about this, afraid Zahra would laugh. But let me not be ashamed later, “not to be ashamed to ask astray in jalan”.

“Zahra promise first, if brother tells you not to laugh.”

“Iya deh Zahra promise.”

The girl raised her two index and middle fingers as a symbol that she was committed to her speech.

“Begini Zahra, sister there is a little work to Jambi.”

“Enak dong take a walk,"I haven't finished talking Zahra has interrupted my conversation.

“Not for sightseeing. I'm just telling you the same story, please promise not to tell anyone!”

“Aduh kak Syahrel promises only.”

“Ya already sister not so story.”

“Iya Ka, Zahra promise.”

“Good.” I continued the story of my arrival.

“Kakak don't want to get on a plane, but Syahrel's sister doesn't know how?”

“Ah.ha.ha.ha,ups!”

“You reneged on Zahra's promise.”

“Sorry Brother, I'm not laughing at Syahrel. Zahra remembered Zahra's friend who was wrong to board the plane because he had just boarded the plane.” Zahra was seen defending herself.

Seeing Zahra laugh I feel happy even if it makes you think a little. Zahra alone I asked about it laughed what other people I asked.

“Ok.ok sis, Zahra will ajari.”

“In the beginning of coming to the Airport, you must reserve a ticket on behalf of Mr. Shahel or register again with the officer who usually lined up as a teller at the Bank. Well out of it, brother Syahrel gave the ticket and identity of the brother Syahrel. New brother will be given a new ticket that there is a seat number that will be the seat of Sjahrel on the plane. Zahra asked, KTP Kak Syahrel is not for life?”

“I mean Zahra, sister Syahrel already udzur?”

“Not so, usually if any passenger has a lifetime ID card it should not board the plane.”

“Loh how can I?”

“Kan Kak Syahrel knows, if the person who has a ID card for life is an old sign alias udzur so worried jangangan.”

“Hmm... so you're cheating!”

For the second time I was bullied by Zahra's taunts, but I understood it, it was just a distraction from Zahra.

“He..He, kidding Brother. Don't be too serious, later KTP brother so for life loh.”

“Lanjut.”

“Then there is an officer who will check the ticket, then Kak Syahrel to the checkpoint of luggage, I just put my luggage Syahrel and automatically he will walk. Anyway sister see people only, after that the big brother's limbs will be examined using a metal detector, inget do not bring a sword.”

“Loh really!!, why?”

“This was not the time of the prophet brother, who everywhere carried a sword.”

“Ah you are, after all for what Sis Syahrel brought a sword!”

“Who knows Brother Syahrel recklessly!”

“Lanjut.”

“Then before entering the waiting room at the domestic departure or domestic departure terminal Kak Syahrel must pay the Airport tax. After that, you just wait for customer service to indicate the aircraft that will take Kak Syahrel flying. When you arrive on the plane, do not forget the seat number. After that, beautiful flight attendants will accompany Kak Syahrel's departure to the destination.”

“Hopefully between theory and practice is not much different.”

“For sure brother, more or less like that. Oops, almost forgot one thing that Brother Syahrel should remember.”

“What the hell?”

“Hhhh...By-by.”.

“I think what!”

“I can't promise Ra.”

“It's okay brother, I'm just kidding.”

“But I'll try.”

There's no way I'll forget Zahra's kindness, what I promised I'd bring her.

“Where is Brother Syahrel going?”

“Jambi, but I beg you not to tell anyone, Thank God I was accepted as a writer in a media. Although the honor is not much, but this is my ambition that I have to achieve.”

“Alhamdulillah, may luck accompany the career of Kak Syahrel.”

“Amien.”

Every time I look at Zahra's face, it makes me sad. Because I know how it worked when the deceased was still around. Now there was no place for him to indulge, and I tried to understand Zahra's character.

“Ra, it's night. I'm getting permission to go home. Greetings to Ummi.”

“Siap boss.”

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikum salam.” Zahra softly replied.