ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Curious

“If I knew where Dita was. Maybe he'll be proud of who Syahrel is today."

His head leaning on the plane bench, he looks tired after his performance in the Berliner Esemble with local German historians.

“Yes Allah thank you for everything you have given me.”

Laying his eyes asleep, quite far away from his trip this time, Jakarta-Germany and the day after Syahrel had to visit Baduy, there was little coverage he had to do. Although now he is well known and some of his work can be accepted in the community. But it does not make him have to abandon his proposal as a journalist. If not from Mr. Rismawan, maybe Syahrel who is now still a teenager who spent time in the stall and struggling with the mosque.

                                                                                            the OoO

I noticed a whole bunch, and some windows or vents. I looked around, if the hospital security was a little off guard I intended to leave the room. Because I'm curious about the figure of Musyfak, because I'm sure it's Syahrel. I felt the aura of his body so close to me, I began to feel that Syahrel was near me, when I first read and translated all his works into German. Because the style of language used by Musyfak is the same as Syahrel writing that I have read. On that basis, I had to meet with MF, however.

I tried to set up a strategy to get out of this room, my eyes still watching the supervisor and the hospital staff. But I could not walk, all over my body was weak, my eyes were twitching. I have to get to the Berliner Ensemble. Now at seven in the evening Berlin time, a new show begins, the show for MF works is only 60 minutes long. I tried to restore my strength.

I think I've been able to continue my mission, now I have to sneak past the receptionist and the three hospital security rooms. My first step, how to get through it. I can fool them by pretending to be pregnant. Not long before reaching the reception room there was a maternity room, I tried to find something that could help my disguise.

My body slipped, from one wall to another. Until I finally got into the delivery room. Quite relieved, there was not a single nurse who took care of him. In front of me hanging the uniform of a lab worker, I can wear it. Now that I have to get out of this room, I'm wearing a protective mask so my face doesn't recognize them.

My heart trembled erratically, my steps a little hesitant and so cautious. Afraid my disguises are known to them. I bowed my face, both hands I put in my pocket. Two guards suspected my guts, they followed. My pace got faster, once in a while I found an empty room, I tried to take cover from their pursuit. From the door I was still observing the two officers, the blood was flowing so profusely, the heart was beating faster. The faster I walk, the faster the two of them follow in my footsteps. My eyes also look for spaces that I can make a hiding place. Sweat began to wet my entire body, the drops hitting my nose and my two lips. I couldn't run, the more I tried, the more heart pain felt.

At the end of the hallway, there was a crossroad, I ran small so I could sneak up first. When they're off guard, I'll hide in some room. Ssssllesat, I managed to take their eyes off. Both are hesitant to decide the path. “Praise God, I'm finally more free to get out of this hospital”.

I looked at the clock in the corner of one of the rooms, surprised I saw it. Twenty minutes to go the show will be over. I gotta get out of here fast enough time for me to just take off

I was curious, about the young Indonesian writer, even though I did not see the show.

“Oh, my God!”They appeared again in front of me. I had to run. A few meters away the gate is already visible, some taxis are already cornered parking there.

I was finally able to get out of the place, and rushed into the taxi.

“Mr. Berliner Esemble zwischen mir in.”

I leaned back, I took a deep breath. I finally escaped their pursuit. Not far from the distance between the Hospital and the performance venue, it only takes fifteen minutes or at the latest Twenty minutes.

“Beeilen Sie?”, I asked him to increase speed.

                                                                                    the OoO

When I arrived at the performance building, the audience gradually left the building, marked the end of the show. I rushed to the waiting room of the show. In the hope that I can meet Musyfak.

I lined up with the crowd of onlookers, it was hard to get to the guest lounge, the place was at the end of the stage. About twenty meters from the entrance, I had to pass through the crowd of spectators one by one. I can get to where I mean.

"Yes, stattdessen wird man im Krankenhaus?!" One of the organizers was surprised to see me, suddenly in that place. Because they know I'm

in the care of doctors.

”Wo ist John?”, I immediately asked where John was.

“Er war bis zum Flughafen indonesische Schriftsteller, brachte," I was surprised to hear, I immediately chased after them, maybe not too late for me, just to erase my curiosity about the figure of MF. I'm sure he's Syahrel.

I went back to the taxi that was driving me, "Sir, ich zwischen Berlin Schonefeld", I asked him to take me to the airport.

"Nun Lady", a taxi driver in Germany, I think is a professional driver. They are able to deliver passengers based on their condition, besides they memorize the road route, their taxis are equipped with mapping navigators, road map instructions, complete with 3G monitors. Well, the rates are pretty expensive too. But I am satisfied with his service.

                                                                            the OoO

In my anxiety, I was still curious about the figure of MF. I was disappointed, when I arrived at the airport I only met Jhon.

“Syi, why bist du aus dem Krankenhaus?

"Es tut mir leid, John, ich will nur die Figur des Schriftstellers in meinem Land sehen,” Jhon nodded and understood what I wanted.

"Du bist schon spat, hatte er gerade ausgezogen," Sir Rubby interrupted my curiosity, his finger brandishing the plane that brought MF back to his country.

"Beruhigen, ich habe unterlagen."  Jhon tried to calm my curiosity about who MF was, and wanted to give me some photos of the documentation, because I couldn't watch the show.

I could only see the plane that was taking them back to the homeland winding down the runway, marked buried by all my curiosity. About a writer, who I edited for almost a year.

I also wait, the photo documentation that Jhon promised, although I can not meet him at least I can erase my curiosity through the photo.