ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Between Ciboleger and East Germany

“Rel, what are you doing out there?Never did you know," Mother has long felt

shahrel, who often left him alone.

“Trust me mother, there is no high me who broke the rules. I'll help a friend.”

“Bakn't mom don't believe, son, but don't be too often you leave mother alone, don't you worry if anything happens with mother?”

“Mother, don't think like that, I'm worried too. But solely all this I do for us.”

“Mother lonely nak.”

A drop of tears fell on the nose, Syahrel so warmly embraced mother.

“One day you will know, what I did for Bunda”, he said in his heart.

“No need you give me a lot of money, material sufficiency or whatever it is son. A little but blessing and halal is enough for mother.”

“Insya Allah mother, what I give to mother is halal.”

Maybe you are worried about the money given by Syahrel lately unlike when he worked as a newspaper trader.

“And one more thing that you are worried about, if out there are you still tense to perform prayers nak?”

“My mother dear, there is no need to worry about the problem. Syahrel is still aware of who the shahrel is and what the obligations of Syahrel are with Allah.”

The more tightly the two embraced, indeed lately a lot he had to do, sometimes he spent the night in the office because of the writing material he had to finish. As often as that Syahrel left the mother alone.

“Mother, I rest first. Tomorrow I'm

have to help my friend again.”

“Sleep son, don't forget to pray.”

So gently mother rubbed the head Syahrel, he never considered Syahrel had grown big. Mother's treatment, still consider Syahrel a teenager.

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Welcome To CIBOLEGER (Daily Note )

Welcome statue, stand firm. The figure of a simple family of farmers and their two children welcomed the arrival of local tourists and foreign tourists. The spiritual feel is so. My coverage this time, reviewing the community and culture side of Baduy and social patterns, a new challenge that I have to live. My next trip, from Ciboleger to Kadukedug village, this is the initial pillar of the journey of duty and tourism.

In the village of Kadukedug I met a Jaro Dainah or other terms the head of the hamlet. From him I dig up information and special instructions or studies of abstinence, prohibitions. Farming, the main profession of the local community. There are 50 villages in Kanakes village, Leuwidamar District, Lebak Regency, Banten, this village is located about 123 kilometers southwest of Jakarta. The sun was scorching, at the end of the road visible mirages obscuring the view.

The heat is also visible from the strands of street lighting cables that expand. The throat is choked, it may be too hot. A cup of palm water, enough to remove thirst.

“Sruuuup, clear.gleg...gleek....gleeek....gleegk...aaaaah."

Alhamdulillah, the throat is slightly wet because of the palm water, the juice from the base of the palm tree is filtered. It tastes almost the same as sugar cane, but what distinguishes between the two, about the aroma and the thickness.   Calories lost from the body have been replaced, and the journey I continue there are three villages in the inner baduy that stretches from north to south that I have to visit.

Thankfully there is Jama’, the adopted son of Jaro Dainah named Kang Aropat. He still understands Indonesian, although the dialect is still mixed Sunda dialect dialect Sunda–Banten I stop the trip for a moment, and find a resting place.

“Kang Jama’, I want Dzuhur Prayer. There's a musholah around here?”

“Teu Ayya Aa," means nothing, only a little I understand Sundanese.

I chose another alternative, praying over rice paddy irrigation, I found peace here. For a moment I contemplated, a vast expanse of fields and rice fields spread out, under the endless sky. Subhanallah, Great Thou art O Rabb.

“Ready to continue its march Aa?” Jama’ also felt it had recovered its strength.

“You don't pray?”I turned around to ask.

“Aa's subordinate," she answered him briefly.

“What is it?”

“Not a religion, but a belief we hold.”

“podo wae Mas,"murm me in heart.

“Sunda Teak Institutions.”

I try to be tolerant of what he has.

“Can be explained, what is New Teak Pass?”I'm curious.

“Sunda Teak Bundle or our people used to call it Sunda Wiwitan.”

“Means?” this is something new I need to learn.

“Everyone is obliged to keep a mandala. That mandala, the sacred region where our ancestors lived that was predetermined by the kings.”

“Animism apparently," I tried to examine.

“Continues!”

“Sunda Wiwitan is based on the worship of the spirits of grandmothers. The core of our trust is indicated by the existence of senile or absolute customary provisions that we believe in everyday life.”

“What is senile?” the more curious I was made.

“Observice or compliance," replied Jama’ with Sundanese accent.

Tau termnya, "Lojor heunteu beunang cut, pendek heunteu beunang spliced.”

“That means?”

“Long is not cut, short do not connect," Jama’ again explained.

“Can be more explained," I do not understand these values.

“For example like this Aa, busy in this place, in the field should not use chemicals or other plow tools, such as with animals or machines. And allowed only with tugal, or bamboo tapered, pokonya all what is.”

“Oh I get it now.”

“That's Aa, Nyaho teu?”

“Nyaho," I replied as usual.“Then where do you believe that the ancestors were able to give a miracle or help to the people of Baduy?” I had to be a little annoying.

“From the stories of the Quail and our parents," a difficult answer I received.

“I mean, from where do you believe ancestors who died tens or even hundreds of years ago can help the people of Baduy?”

“ .....................," Jama’ was a little confused by my remark.

“Look, in front of you there is a tiger that just grabbed my leg and you managed to kill the tiger. Do you think it is possible for the tiger that you killed earlier, to bite me or you again?” I used the philosophy of parable, so he could understand.

“No.”“What's your reason?”

“A dead.”

“And there is the Spirit, which can be bit?”

“Be steady Aa, Spirit can't squeak, scare might be able to." From his words I have opened the discourse of logical thinking.

“...............................," the black-head-bound man was stunned and silent, then he shook his head, automatically giving a statement of justification.Slightly I ignored my work, in order to straighten the eyes of a young man, and, locked away from dwarf thinking, Jama’ is a smart child.

“How old are you now?”

“Five Hundred Twenty One time Full.”

“......................," I fell silent, and was a little confused by the answer.

I calculate the age of Jama’, my reference is that the full moon appears every fourteen days. Five hundred and twenty-one divided by fourteen days, the result is seven thousand two hundred and ninety-four, I divide by one year three hundred and sixty-five days, approximately nineteen-year-old Jama’.

“Your life is approximately nineteen years.”

"Maybe.”

“Indeed you don't know calendar or year count?”

No,” I don't want to continue this question, considering the closer the sun slips.

“We continue our journey Jama’.”

“Good.”

It takes four hours Baduy In inhabiting three villages which are Cibeo, Cikartawana, and Cikeusik. The distance between Cibeo and Cikeusik village can be reached for about four hours on foot. The roads in the villages of Baduy Dalam and most of Baduy Luar many in the form of climbs with slopes between 45 to 60 degrees.

Baduy Dalam surrounded by villages Baduy Luar. The village directly adjacent to Baduy is Ciboleger. The travel time of Ciboleger to Kaduketug-kampung Baduy which coincides with Ciboleger is only about seven minutes. The air in Baduy village is clean and fresh. One of them is because the Baduy tribe abstains from using transportation, therefore the smoke from the exhaust is not found in this village.

For Jama’ this kind of journey is common, but for me this is a challenge that is arguably challenging. While enjoying nature, we exchange information all the way to personal matters. Jama’ is so enthusiastic to hear my profession, for him what I am doing now also gives one new thing.And there are things that surprise me, when before Maghrib forced me to pray on the way, all of a sudden Jama’ stood by my side following the prayer movement.

After the final salamul, I cried moved.“Aa, I want to learn this.”The whole jungle seemed to be blowing a fresh breeze for me, millions of angels as if praying while saying greetings,

Assalamu’alaikum wa ahlan khaeran yaa Ahlul Jannah, I was moved to tears, the man I just met this afternoon with his unshakable faith, now turning three hundred and sixty degrees. Allahu Akbar, I praise You, the owner of the heart. It is so easy for You to desire, O Rabb.

“This is what is the name Aa?” Jama’ really public.“It's called salat.”

“Sholat is what Aa?”

“Father or sign of Gratitude we will enjoy the blessings given by the Owner of this Nature.

“Who is Aa?”

“ALLAH.”

“ALLOOH?” Jama’ followed my words.

“You really want to learn?”

“Iya,' she nodded her head.

“Without coercion?”

“......................., "he nodded again.

“ My mind cannot be dead who can help, they are not able, how can help me.”

“What became my Clumsy to be able to learn”

“One thing, do not lie to ALLAH and Muhammad as his emissaries.”

“If it is, hopefully I am ready.”

“Follow my speech.”I began to recite two Creeds for him,

“Asyhadu ‘ala ilahailallah.”Jama’ followed him, though,

“Asyhadu ‘ala ilahailalloh," slightly stiffened his tongue.

“Waa Asyhadu anna Muhammadar Rasulullah.”

“Waa Asyhadu anna Muhammadar Rasulullah,"Jama spelled it.

“Barakallahu alaikum wa rahmatallah alaika," I said and at the same time prayed for him, but instead he followed my words.

I also smiled,Jama’ said, “thanks Aa”.

Now that he is my brother, whoever bullies him is tantamount to harassing me, I am now his guardian.

“Aa, can I come to Jakarta?”

“ .............................," I fell silent, my mind glazed over the atmosphere of the house and the neighborhood.

“Jama’, I slept on a mat. My house is not as big as you think and Jakarta is hard.”

True sense and heart I invite dialogue.“But now Jama’ is no one else, he is now my brother and he is my responsibility also”, hearts are at odds considering the circumstances. With sincere intentions, I finally let it go. For the next problem, let me talk carefully with Mother, hopefully she can accept.

My journey ended in the village of Cikeusik, Baduy in. Here are just a few pictures that I took and the rest of Jama’ explains it. Good organizational structure, social patterns and their customs and culture.“Here the highest leadership is held by a clan of Aa, and the kekuunan officer under a Jaro dibajna menjapankeun kegajuan everyday government”, at length Jama’ explained the structure of government in Baduy Dalam.

Subhanllah, so beautiful God created the difference and variety of Culture owned by this nation, very dear if not guarded and maintained. My journey this time further strengthened my faith and one thing that I will not forget, now I have a new brother he is a smart teenager, although it looks a little primitive but all of it can still be improved little by little. Moreover, Jama’'s stature does not characterize him as a citizen of Baduy, he is able to acculturate with the modern lifestyle. Seen from the way of wearing, holding books and some other electronic devices.

Funnily enough, he was caught off guard when the camera's blitz light flashed, as quickly as possible taking shelter behind the trees, much like Tarzan's film.

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**Weimar, East Germany *(**Daily Activity Dita )

This is my coverage for so many times with Jhon, he who takes me around the city, and often takes me to places that are charming and romantic. Jhon is also the one who mihurku when I am sad or bored working.

I enjoy this job, spelled out work but like sightseeing. What else if I get the rubric of culinary tourism. Our visit this time to a museum in the city of Weimer, in this beautiful old city, the first German Republic, after the collapse of the monarchy.

The city's name is enshrined as the Weimar Republic, where the German constitution was drafted and approved. This old city is located not far from Erfurt, the capital of Thuringen State. The city in the former Democratic Republic of East Germany was the birthplace of the philosopher and culturalist Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Now the house is used as a museum, as well as the intellectual center of Germany.

So cool is the air, coupled with the beauty of the Baroque style building, not far from this place stands also a Schiller Wohnhaus, or Schiller House, a small town that is so beautiful with old buildings that are so neatly arranged, even though it looks a little quiet and gripping.

Lilies begin to look flower buds, adding to the romantic atmosphere. Jhon also took some examples of images for the cover of tomorrow's magazine, even if he found the right background for Hunting Photo, he called and asked me to pose. Every now and then he parsed my hair, his fingers touching my forehead and ears gently. I saw the gaze of his eyes that held a little secret, which I did not know the meaning of any of this.

My eyes were clouded, staring at his blue eyeballs. The smell of his masculine body pierced my nose and nerve center. Like he was drugging me with his good looks. A sprig of Lilies, she slipped in my ear and her breath roared in my ear, my instincts as a normal woman felt a great touch that I had never felt.

Surrounded by the beauty of Weimar city, the flowers are scattered, and the beetles also stop at the crown, ah beautiful spring. I put my heart and my body in the arms of Jhon. I remember Syahrel, the man who could not speak the word love, the man who I admired cleverness and the man who did not understand the body language of women. If he knew how I felt, he might express his feelings.

“I'm sorry Syahrel," his eyes closed and dissolved in a romantic atmosphere. Flowers also ducked powerless to resist the whispers of the European beetle.

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Baduy, Banten ( Note of Shahrel )

My gaze was filled with the beauty of flowers in the middle of the thicket. My conversation stopped, my eyes engrossed in seeing a butterfly wooing spoiled on a flower crown. Strange, in the middle of the grass and shrubs, grew a sprig of wildflowers. So beautiful, before long the butterfly went came a large beetle, stopped and tried to suck the flower sari. It is friendly to the natural ecosystem, so harmonious and harmonious. Again I said in admiration, Subhanallah, Most Holy of You O Allah.

This is my last day in the village that holds the treasures of my country's culture. Where differences can harmoniously coexist and so harmoniously. It turns out that differences can be fused in one natural singing verse.

I gathered and prayed in my last prayer, in the midst of an animist society, I established the tawhid ritual. Not to clean up the strain, or to highlight the religious prowess my ancestors fought for, a dozen centuries ago. But because I appreciate the diversity of beliefs that exist.

From here on my birthday, I brought a very valuable hand, a pearl that appears in the middle of the rapids, now clearly visible price, Jama’ my friend and brother.