ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
There is No Endless Search for the Path of Achievement
Drowsiness shackles, there is a one-hour sleep debt that has not been paid every day. The fragrant smell of the ground and the morning dew was still left, the coolness reached the recesses of the chest. The window of the car was left open, as breezy as the wet wind stroked the soft look of the face that looked so tired with the head leaning on the seats of the car, the thumb and index finger trying to reach the CD player. The index finger also dances on the previous rubber keypad in the remote control. Again Syahrel leaned his head, and music was heard in his ears. So soft is the voice of Marsanda who is often called Cha-cha, Syahdu performed the song ‘Mother.’
As a drop of morning dew...
As bright as the sun...
Look at your face, mother...
There is warmth in my heart...
Wudhu water always wet you...
The holy scriptures are always recited...
The soft voice was full of grievances and grievances...
Pray for your daughter's son...
(Chorus)
Oh
my mum...
You're women...
The one I've loved my whole life...
Forgive your son if something goes wrong...
Your sacrifice without reward...
O Allah forgive his sins...
Love me like you love me...
Give him happiness...
In the world too...
Syahrel was speechless, recalling the difficult times before, imagine the face of the mother and her skin began to look wrinkled, witness a struggle and evidence of fortitude in caring for and raising Syahrel alone. There was no feeling that tears had washed his cheeks.
“Ku naon Aa?!! Get panicked!” The concentration of Jama’ was slightly disturbed, occasionally he noticed Syahrel who was silent and shed tears.
“What's the problem Aa? If allowed, you can find out?!”
“No problem any Jam’. Just inget mama only.”
“Oh, so. Jama’ thinks Aa tea loba problem.”
Syahrel washed his face with tissue, “It's so big, I haven't been able to make you happy.
“Oh, urang aya ide.”
“What's the Clock?”
“Two months is his birthday right?”
“Kok you know?!! Though you stayed with us not long.”
“Don’t call me Jama’ ..If aing teu tau Bunda born!!”
“What did Zahra tell you?”
“Not. I saw the date at home. There is a circled number and below it is written the birthday of the mother.”
“So it means you have that idea what?”
“If I look at the tips, when the person he loves is his birthday, it was dibere surprise....continue to shout sutreeees!!! I see Aa," so far Jama’.
“Not Sutreees Jam, but surprise..”.
“Well, my pokonya wae lah."
“True also Jama’ suggestion. Once in a while give a surprise and a special gift to Mother," murmured Syahrel in heart.
“Mmm….But what should I give her? The clothes? I think you've had a lot…..I have an idea, but it takes a struggle. Alright..," he was still discussing with his heart.
“I work day and night, if not for mother, for whom else?”, blank stares and her chin propped up under the palms, wild eyeballs looking at the side of the road, it was like looking for something hidden.
“What do we not have yet?!”
ooo oo
Right on a special day, it was time he gave to the mother what Syahrel had been looking for all this time from his own efforts all he prepared long ago, without anyone knowing, including Jama’. Just waiting for the right moment to give it.
“Jam, after our sublime to the house of Umi Halimah. Pick up Zahra and we go with Mommy.”
“Where are you Aa?”
“Cute only. Your job is to drive, I'm the navigator, ok?!”
“Siap Aa!!”
Arriving to pick up Zahra and ask Umi's permission to invite Zahra to celebrate Mother's milad or birthday, Syahrel hinted Jama’ glide to a typical restaurant of the archipelago complete with vegetables and local menus. After that, stop by the electronic store there are some items that must be purchased.
Towards maghrib, a faint mega is seen on the western horizon. The tired faces of Zahra and mother.
“Rel, where are you going? It's almost in time maghrib.”
“Tomorrow until mother.”
“Jam, from the first red light density take left. Not far from the Central ATM there is a road portal, go into.”
“Beres Aa”
“Mother should be blindfolded”, Syahrel ties a black cloth blindfold to Mother.
“You are on Rel.”
Mother also obeyed the orders of Shahrel. In front of the door lips their steps stopped. Zahra and Jama’ were even more astonished. The key is already in hand.
“Bismillahirahmani rahim,Audzubi Kalimatillah Attaammati min syarri maa
khalaq,"tribbled the do’a voice from Syahrel's lips.
The door of the house opened, “mashallah, Brother Syahrel..,"Zahra smiled and cried. Dibusilah mother's blindfold, her tears were not able to arouse the crying of haru for the pleasure of the reserves he received.
“Syahrel...”, mother hugs Syahrel so tightly.
“Thank you son," his soft fingers touched the white cloth lying on the table.
“Aa maneh teuh geloooo..hebat pisaaan..ini the Jama’ mean Sutreees....eeeh surprise.”.
“This clothes ihram Bunda and this completeness of the administration is in a small bag”, While opening a blue bag with a bold arial font written jama’ haji indonesia. Complete with Big Suitcase, Small Suitcase, Umbrella, Stone Pouch, Sandal Pouch, Batik Uniform, National Uniform, Sticker, Waist Bag, Pocket, Flashlight, Small Scissors, Travel Guidebook, Backpack Bag, Pouch, Certificate of Hajj, Mask Depag, Bracelet Depag, Book Manasik Haji Depag, which has been provided from the Hajj organizer.
“Congratulations Mother," kiss Zahra on the right cheek of the mother with tears that are still flooded.
“Lusa Mommy started health check-ups, hajj training and rescheduling.”
“Insya Allah Rel, Mother must have followed her.”
“And this phone for us communication.”
Jama’ gives a tote bag containing a cellphone box that is still sealed neatly.
“Mother doesn't know how to use it.”
“Let me show you how later Mother," Zahra offered.
“Now Mommy rest first”, Syahrel lead Mommy to his new room.
The room is so spacious, complete with space for mothers to pray and dzikir. Not far from the bed, the bathroom was equipped with a bathtup, shower tray sink and marble toilet slab.
“If you feel this room is hot, This is the AC remote, the air conditioner”, Syahrel's arbor finger presses one of the buttons.
“Rel, Mother does not know how to use this all.”
“Let Zahra who will teach Mommy.”
“Kok take me Ka?
Suddenly Zahra appeared from behind the door.“I mean, you taught me the facilities here. Kan we are the children of Ra village, who do not understand the things like this.”
“Oh, what's wrong!If that's sih, I'm ready to help.”The sound of water splashing in the ears, his tone was welcoming although irregular but felt there was a coolness hidden behind the walls of the room. They also opened the door. It looks like a miniature waterfall complete with a pair of striated Koi dancing in the pond.
“Wah, the cold," said Zahra “Zahra, after the maghrib prayer let me take you home.”
“Iya Ka.”
“Esok day if you have time to stop here, let Jama’ pick you up.”
The cash was three rakaat, the lips were wet with dhikr and prayer. Gratitude is not brimmed from the sincerity of a man with all his efforts and efforts, now God has secured abundant treasure. Friends and parents who are so loving and loved. Goodbye dull walls, a fragile roof, a faithful bedding bedding that accompanies all fatigue and sweat. The home's courtyard still holds one quest for loss.
A torn sajadah that almost lost a picture of his mosque. “I will miss the sound of crickets, mouse squeaks, the moans of mosquitoes that tease me in the third of my night. O God, let this not all make me greedy and forget to bow down to You, thank you for a quest that now leads to a path of achievement."
Shahrel's tears washed his palms.