ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Special Gift
Thank God, after I explained to you about my brother Jama’, he was able to accept it without the slightest refusal of his presence. So even Jama’ he can adjust to the environment around me. It did not take long to introduce Jama’ to some of my closest people, including Zahra and Ummi Halimah, precisely Jama’ can be hired at the place of business of the late Haji Arsyad family.
If I'm not busy in the office, I'm with them all day. It is beautiful to live this life if it is enveloped in brotherhood. Sometimes we joke, joking and whatever activities make us familiar with each other. Jama’ also slowly learn to teach and pray and daily prayers.
Mother and Ummi Halimah who taught him, to launch reading and writing and computers, Zahra and I who guided Jama’. My guess doesn't miss, Jama’ is smart. Every now and then I see Jama’ learning to drive cars and other two-wheelers. In time, three months Jama’ was able to master all. We can also accept the presence of Jama’, a child who is diligent and willing to work hard and his friendly and cheerful warfare, to be able to entertain everyone who knows him.
As with the mother, the presence of Jama’ is enough to accompany solitude. If I'm late to go home. There is one thing I asked from Jama’, not to tell my profession now, because there is one thing that will be revealed by itself.
“ Jama’, can you ask you ?”Jama’ told me this once.
“About what ya bun?”, Jama’ turns asking.
“Syahrel actually works what?”
“Anuu,.naon umpamina tuuh?” Jama’ searched for the sidelines, and tried to divert the conversation.
“Sell newspaper?”, mother tries to assert.
“That, perhaps,"so possible, means Jama’.
“Mother, urang permios heula, geus sleep.”
“Ya. Mother is only worried about her health.”
“Not to worry mom, Bang Syahrel strong tea.”
That's what Jama’ told me, he was afraid of lying and confused every time he was asked about my job. “Sorry mother, I do not mean to lie to mother, but I am worried that the business capital of the family legacy newspaper is no longer held by me.
the OoO
Today there is a meeting of several colleagues and other publishers, they offer cooperation. Right now my loyalty to the company that raised my career is tested. Some of them offered me to set up a media company and some asked me to do a movie. But they're telling me to move the workspace to a new company. There are some I can accept, offers to make a movie scenario. I got paid pretty big.
“I wait for the scenario Mas MF,", the burly man who works at one of the Production House closed the meeting.
“Oh yes, next week I have taken the script," while turning his head.
“Insya Allah Mas.”
A week I have to prepare a script, there are some story ideas that I try to bring up, Love So Two, Not Jaka Tarub for the comedy.
After returning from the meeting, Mr. Rismawan suddenly called me.
“Rel, I feel you have raised a lot of sales of this company. There are several options for you as a thank you. In the office there is an inventory of cars and laptops. I think you deserve all this, hopefully what we give becomes your greater motivation and responsibility.”
Honestly, I was surprised to hear all this, I couldn't accept the car offer. It's not because I'm too fancy or I'm an idealist, but the reason I just can't drive a car. But after I thought, there was Jama’ who could take him.
“Alhamdulillah, home economy gradually improving.”
Mr. Rismawan took me to the garage, not knowing how I could repay the kindness of the man who had the name of Lee Puk Chao's descendant. He pulled the cover of the car, Subhanallah, a new sedan car in metallic blue.
“I give you this, not free. This is because of your short stories and some writings and contributions that you have given to the company.”
“Thank You Sir. Masya Allah," Jemari Syahrel touches on each side of the car and its accessories and interior design.
“Don't forget to take care!”
I was confused how to bring it, there is no way I borrowed Mr. Yanto, the personal driver of Mr. Rismawan, to bring this car. If Jama’ does not know the way. The only way, Zahra, I asked you to bring me this car. But for a while let me put it in the office garage.
All the company's staff and employees, congratulate me on my new vehicle. Although there are also some who cannot accept the decision of Mr. Rismawan. But I'm not hostile to them, I try to be polite.
the OoO
Tonight, for the umpteenth time I have to go up to the roof of the house. Some pottery and bamboo where I set aside money, I have managed to collect it and now it is time for me to open the savings. There are eight pieces, and one large plastic piggy bank.
Through midnight I went up to the roof of the house, slowly I stepped up, afraid of the rage to wake the mother. Every piece of wood bone I stepped on, I made sure there was no fragile wood. As soon as he was careful, there was suddenly a head that was observing my movements.
“Preaaak!!” I broke a broken wooden bone.
“Kang Syahrel aya naon cecelingukan kitu?” Apparently it's the head of the Jama’.
“Aduuuh Jama’, don't be noisy!!!”
“What is kang?”
“Sst, don't be noisy. Cepet help me, put these all”, one by one I told Jama’ to lower the woe.
“Masaallooh pisan weight?”
“Do not be noisy, later Mother wakes up!”
When it's all over, I'm taking this all to the back garden. One by one I opened it up and Jama’ helped tidy up all that money.
“For what are these money?”
“For me to move to bank.”
It takes approximately two hours to complete the money is calculated. There are forty pieces of fifty thousand rupiah, one hundred pieces of twenty thousand rupiah, and one hundred and twenty pieces of five thousand rupiah. In total, six million six hundred thousand rupiahs. This is what I have to deposit to the bank as a fee for Mommy to ride Hajj. Although there is less, but I remain optimistic.
I deposited to the Bank some money for the mother to raise the hajj, I searched for information on the cost of Hajj for this year.
“Number of Hajj deposits next year, amounting to twenty-eight million.”
“Means still less twelve Million over”, I muttered.
“Airplane ticket number and passport and worship facilities in holy land, we provide the best for our customers. Here's the brochure!”
“Alright, thanks.”
“Come back," he threw a closing smile.
Syahrel thought about the rest of the money he had to pay, twelve million was not easy to find.
“I'm sure it can, where there is a will there must be a way," with a confident step, Syahrel passed and lost in the queue of customers who blend, with all banking activities.
The skinny man, too, passed by with his metallic blue sedan. Behind the wheel of Jama’ looks good driving the Blue.
“Where are we Aa?”
“I have a meeting with a German editor, to submit some of my manuscripts that they want to translate.”
“Means we are to the office?”
“Yah.”
As soon as possible Jama’ drove to the Gatot Subroto road area, continuing to rotate direction under the monument pancoran.
In the waiting room, two representatives of Ill Magazine from Germany were engrossed in discussions, no matter what they discussed.
“Srrrrt..tlak..”.
“Sorry,"Syahrel cut off their discussion.
“No problem.”
“Ribechsich, "thick-haired man, his eyes sharp at Syahrel with a finger grip
tightly, start an introduction.
“Musyfak.”
“Raudholf”, co-worker and language translator.
A bit of pleasantries with each other, well, talk about the news and some of the discussion is considered just as the beginning of the conversation. Until;
”Mr. Musfak, you probably know our goals and objectives here. there are some messages
that my editor wanted to deliver. among others, demand some orders manuscript, your work.because, consumers have been waiting for this. for that reason, we ask some of your manuscript”, we, terbata mentions Musfak, Jhon explained about his arrival to Indonesia which was none other than asking for some manuscripts Syahrel.
“OK, I have prepared several scripts,"some manuscripts that Syahrel has prepared, have now changed hands.
Adding to the ticking of the clock, almost an hour later, they chatted, The concluding word ended the discussion and told a little about German culture and various aspects of its culture. Until the development of the company that overshadowed the publication of Syahrel books and other publishing media.
”In fact there is still a friend of ours working as an editor there, he has the name Syisyi from Indonesia," with a stammering dialect, Rudhlof told about colleagues
his work came from Indonesia.
”But he couldn't come, because there were some obstacles and he just said hello to you," when he heard Rudhlof speak, it was enough to sleep for a while, But Syahrel tried to understand.
”Send greetings to Miss Syisyi," although Syahrel does not know the figure of Syisyi but he appreciates anyone who reads his work. Jhon simply nodded as if understanding their conversation.
”OK. To meet Germany.”
Their handshakes were so tight, as if the satisfaction of one mutually beneficial cooperation was already established.
”Thank you.”
Only a few hours later they were in Jakarta, after which they returned to Germany.
”Aa, saha it?” Jama’ asked about two foreign men who had just met Syahrel.
”Action from Germany," Syahrel flatly replied.
”Germany?” The German term is still unfamiliar to Jama’'s ears.
”Aing teu nyaho. Jareman?”
“Not Jareman but Germany ma’!”
Still saving one new term, Jama’ berahan leave Syahrel workspace.
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heidelberberg Castle, Baden Wuerttemberg Germany
A place of inspiration for writers, neatly arranged old buildings are more similar to castle buildings in fantasy stories. Although every physical cubit of this building has been fairly fragile, but there are some that are sturdy standing. To get to this place, must climb 303 stairs that have stood. Only then can we enjoy a long enough historical witness.
The ruins of the building are deliberately not arranged and rearranged, so it looks natural. A small old town in Baden-Wurttemberg, an autonomous city on the banks of the Neckar river. On both sides of the street lined shops, ranging from chocolate shops, furniture, clothes and shoes, cosmetics, cafes, jewelry, furniture, and so on. If we look at this long road, we will see a castle on a reddish-brown mountain, that is Heidelberg Schloss. From this castle we can see the beautiful city of Heidelberg then can enjoy the Neckar River and Alter Bruke (old bridge) from a distance.
This is for the umpteenth time, Jhon took me on a path. There were a few things he wanted to say, just four eyes. Along the way, this feeling was erratic, the heartbeat was irregular, the beat seemed to calculate the time dragged ahead.
“Darf ich etwas sagen?” Which if interpreted so,“can I say something?”
“Bitte," Dita allows it. My body rested on the wall Alte Bruecke berahan Jhon approached, the distance is only a few inches from me. For some reason, there are different feelings and not as usual. Beautifully moving clouds spread out, mega radiance tucked between the clouds that still look blue. I couldn't do much, as if stupefied by the fragrance of his body. Until finally, he intends to follow me, from the beginning I have felt it.
My lips were sighing, not a word I could say. Either happy or a new problem, which one should I choose. Shahreldah? Which is not clear news. Or Jhon?. Since the beginning of my footing in the Aryan nation's earth, has helped me adapt to the surrounding environment. The great dilemma between the promise and the reality of life I must choose and the consequential responsibility.