ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
It's Not Enough to Look at the Stars

The whole room cornered Shaharel in solitude, no longer heard the voice of the mother calling, woke him when sleeping near the prayer times. No more preparing and always chatty set the eating schedule. Although Jama’ is trying to replace the position of Mother, but it is different. Almost everything you do is covered by Jama’.

“Beginy well Jam’, it feels left by parents?” Taanya Syharel at the dinner table.

“Waah, urang indeed nun sabudak letik teu aya bebiyangan do not know who my person is.” Jama’ still can not release the Sunda dialect.

“But it's only been a month Aa," she added.

“ Yes. Sepiiii Jama’..”.

“Makanya spit-cepet nikah Aa.”

Those words that Syahrel had not thought of yet, he was still in doubt with one waiting for a woman who brought his first sight and love.

“Maybe it's time I find out where Dita is. At once eliminate my loneliness.” Syahrel whispered to immediately continue the second target, after boarding the Hajj Mother.

“Jam’, will you help me?”

“Aduuuh disposable asked wae. Take care of who whenever Aa needs me.”

“We trace Dita's whereabouts how?”

“Dita?!! Who is Aa?”

Syahrel looks nervous. “Aaa…..Aaaa..Anu Jam, temen me first.”

“Good. When?!”?

“Besok”

After setting up the first few steps in the mission to trace Dita's whereabouts with Jama’, a strange mobile number appears on Syahrel's mobile display.

“Yes Hello? Wa’alaiku Salam.”.

Apparently the voice behind the earphone was Ms. Zahrotul Hayati, the clock coordinator’ haji on the pinta from the mother.

“Sound mother?...Mercifully.  Thank God.”

“Oh new ihrom. Seventh Plan Arafah.”

So happy Syahrel heard the state of the mother and had time to share the story of his new experience in the holy land. The initial series of activities of the new mother's pilgrimage entered the stage of Ihrom and planned to go to Arafah. Although Syahrel was worried at first, there was no news he received. After being explained, Syahrel only understood that

Mother was so busy worshiping.

“Jaga health well Mother. Wa’alikum Salam”

Soon Syahrel received a call from mother, it was enough to treat longing and bandaging loneliness that berlum used to be left behind by mother for too long.

“Aa, I slept first huh? Sleepy euy” Jama’ retreat self.

“Iya Clock. First of all, I still have a lot to write about. Don't forget tomorrow morning we execute our plan.”

“Means Aa is not in the office?”

“There is the usual Yoga that replaces me”

“Ok Boss. Urang kumaha juragan.

“Hmm.” Syahrel just threw a smile.

Jama’ also left Syahrel alone who is still engrossed with his laptop. A cup of warm sweet tea and a cigarette that accompanies Syahrel bercengkrama with thousands of characters. Jama’ is back soon.

“Aa, my room where?!”

“Yaa Allah Jam’!! You still don't know your room?!!”

“Hehehe..Understand Aa, tea from the mountain. Run out of his house oversize, so confused.”

“Freely you Jama’ want to use any room, as long as it is not my room and Mother.”

“Okeh. So can the kitchen? Hehehe..joking Aa.”.

Syahrel held back a laugh seeing the behavior of Jama’ and its decorated sheath he saddled on the right shoulder while hugging a bolster pillow.

“There's aja,"murm in his mouth.

                                                                                                ooo oo

05.30

WIB, House Terrace

There was still cool morning dew in the chest cavity, green leaves and some cool sparrows dancing on the branches of the spruce tree. A scene in Jakarta. Looks butterfly perched at the shoots of flowers and still willing to dance in the sky of Jakarta full of dust. Seen from a distance, some people are engrossed in running around small meet the sport center which is indeed a public facility.

Syahrel was after the Fajr Prayer and read the Qur’an, trying to take the time to run around in the yard. Jama’ was engrossed in his activities, washing clothes. Before long, a middle-aged man approached Syahrel on a bicycle and saw several bundles of newspapers tied behind the seats.

“Mas, Newspaper? Morning News, TEKNO magazine and news of the world of sports also exist.”

Syahrel could not refuse his offer, “ Newspaper Jakartanya there?”.

The man sorted out several copies of other newspapers, looking for the newspaper that Syahrel had asked for.

Kontan made Syahrel surprised, when he saw Rudhlof's name printed thickly in the main title. “WHAT IS THIS?!! Ask Syahrel at heart. As soon as possible Syahrel went into the house and looked for his mobile phone, writing one by one the names associated with his old workplace. After obtaining information, Rudholf died due to business outside the office related to entertainment and business goods sites history, especially this country.

“Really I don't think

with him” Still narrates in disbelief.

“Maaaa…..Maaaas..sepadaaaaa...!!!”The voice was heard from outside the house. Syahrel approached the source of the sound.

“Mashaaaallllaaaah!!!I forgot about Mas. I'll take the money in a moment.”

Apparently Syahrel had not paid the newspaper, almost half an hour of the newsboy waiting for him.

“This is the money. Just take the change, suppose the substitute waits” A Half Fifty Thousand changes hands.

“Waah, if you know this better I wait another half hour, let even a hundred thousand, just guyon Mas.

Thanks ya?”

“Heeem!” With a pouting face.

Before long Jama’ appears from inside the house, “ so we look for the address Dita?”

“So. After that, accompany me to.”

“Aduuuh, serem. Who died Aa?”

“My previous reviews.”

“Siaaaap!”Touch Jama’ as a soldier.

“I'm ready first. In half an hour we leave.”

                                                                                        ooo oo

Jama’ is behind the wheel, “First we where was Aa?”

“Dwelling. Not far from my old home.”

“Beres boss.”

Until Syahrel was in the residence of Mr. Anggoro, everything still looks like before not a little changed. But once still, there was no sign of life. Syahrel's eyes hunted every window and door. Hope to still meet the occupants.

“Helloooo...excuse me...!!”Shouted Syahrel from the fence bars.

Many times the sound of Syahrel is ignored, or indeed this house has been left

 its inhabitants? But it still looks clean and the yard is arranged green. Before long, a middle-aged woman appeared from behind the side door of the house with little hesitation she approached Syahrel.

“Ono opo toh Mas?”

“Truely this is the residence of Mr Anggoro?”

“This house is already on sale.”

“Haah!Already on sale?!”

"Yes, it's already on sale. Far sick and died abroad, I know from Mas”'s employer

“Died?Overseas?!!Who?!”?

“Pak Anggoro the.”

“Mba sure? Keep Confiscated?!”

“Who is Mas?!” Back asking.

“Princess Pak Anggoro.”

"Ooh if that's me not knowing Mas. Tell you what, for clarity try to ask my employer, briefly not call Just a few minutes, the woman returned with her employer, a pair of eyes looking at them with suspicion.

“Yeah, can I help you?”

“Truely this is the residence of Mr Anggoro?”

“Us used to be his home, but it has been sold.”

“If I may know, now where do they live?” Syahrel asked in agitation.

“Last heard back, they moved to Germany.”