ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
Two Heart Eyes

Before leaving Syahrel took the time to buy some flower pots complete with moon orchids and some of Dita's favorite Fido Dido dolls, that's all Syahrel still remembers.

“It turns out that Aa romantic tea pisan euy. "sindir Jama’.

“This is all I still want Jam, the rest do not know.”

This time no longer have to bother looking for Dita address, after all still Jakarta area everything can be easily found as long as you dare to ask, so do not get lost on the road.

Syahrel was surprised, he found the address of the house he was looking for was sealed by a bank. It is clear that some officers put a stake with a board that says HOUSE IS SEALED AND IN BANK SEIZURES.

“What is this Aa?!” Jama’ also looks shocked and confused.

“Entah Jam’. Try us to go inside, meet Dita first and ask this.” Jama’ back to back

steering and Syahrel walk through the yard of the house. At the checkpoint Syahrel was stopped by a security guard.

“Who do you meet?”

“Mrs Dita Sirait.”

“Where are you from? Can you show me your identity card?"The officer in the blue white uniform. Syahrel took out his wallet and showed me the ID.

“Please enter, incidentally Mother Dita has just returned from the hospital.”

Syahrel did not want to talk much and he soon met Dita, the girl who had been an inspiration and encouragement for life, the woman he so longed for love until now. If Mr. Anggoro does not separate them, maybe Dita persists with the circumstances that bind him. Now, despite all the ties that stand in the way, there are no more gravel rocks that block the road, no crossings. Everything Syahrel already has, the dream for the mother has paid off, only one more of the big plans that have been so mature Syahrel prepared, both mental and material.

“Dita, I came with a pinch of love that I had long kept, because I was ashamed of the circumstances, just because the poor did not deserve the love of a king's daughter. Now there are no more differences that become a barrier, welcome and hug warm my love.” That hope appeared accompanied by a terrible vibration.

“Mas, please come in. Ibu Dita is already waiting in the living room.”

“Thank you.”

Jama’ also accompanied Syahrel steps with its metallic blue sedan car. Now Syahrel is standing right on the lip of the door leaf. The heart beats erratically, blood feels flowing. Syahrel took a deep breath and started knocking.

“Dita...Dita..Excuse me.”.

“Log in, unlocked," Dita's voice rattled.

“Bismil was born Rahmanir Rahim," the doorknob was clenched in the fingers of Shahrel and Jama’ was busy with luggage for Dita's gifts.

All in all, Dita sat on a wheelchair without bruises and cuts, only unable to lift her still weak body. A book lay on his lap, Schnee auf die Sahara, the work of Musyakirin Fakir (MF). Her cheeks were wet with tears washed away. There is a remnant of visible weakness, a fragility of life that he is unable to bear himself. There is a story that is held back, a love that is lost hidden. Syahrel's lips silenced a thousand questions, his hands holding a sprig of moon orchids.

“Dita?”

“Syahrel!? How are you doing? Congratulations on your career! You have now become a brilliant adult man of his career," Dita tried to hide all his problems and suffering, she wiped away the tears with her soft palms.

Slowly Syahrel approached Dita with a very heavy step. Jama’ stands sculpting, almost out of words. Witnessing a long wait, a friend, brother, and teacher in this life for a name that cannot be lost from his heart. Details of Jama’'s tears also witnessed a script of the story that he actually witnessed directly in front of him.

“I'm good, you alone? I'm all this because of you and indeed for you.”

“Honey yes all lost and not according to what we planned.“

“Mooomyyy..“ With her hug.

Shahrel turned his head to the sky, “Yes Divine, is this the provision you gave me? Is this the answer to my long wait???“

“Sorry Syahrel, this is my situation now, a widow with one daughter“

Syahrel eyes flaunted to see a figura with a wedding photo of Dita with a man she knew.

“Jhon Rudholf is my husband and this is the child he has entrusted.“ Dita stroked her daughter's black-brown ramp with her blue eyeballs.

“Do you still want to accept my current situation?My time is soon, soon the house and its contents will be taken by the country“

Syahrel was silent without a sound and a word came out of his mouth. He still did not expect it to be like this.

“I will return to Bogor and tomorrow must return to Germany.“

Dita passes with a devoted aide pushing a wheelchair and her daughter Keyla Nicol is led in Dita's left hand. Syahrel simply fell silent and was silent watching them pass.

With a disappointed heart and hope of his hidden love, Syahrel also left the house that is now no longer inhabited.

                                                                                    the OoO

Syahrel's thoughts of fear, anxiety and worry are now one. Added with Mother

which until tonight Syahrel did not receive news. Until sunrise he was still awake, unable to close his eyes.

“ Hasbunallah wa ni’mal vice.”

Sufficient is Allah as our helper and Allah is the best protector.

“No doubt I picked up Dita to stay in Jakarta.”

Syahrel rushed to the bathroom to get ready to go back to the rainy city, Bogor. In the middle of the trip, a newspaper peddler at a red light gave bad news.

“Something happened in a row accident on the Jagorawi toll road. Dozens of people were injured, three people were killed and one toddler was the victim of the accident.”

Syahrel immediately bought the newspaper and searched for other information from the internet.

“Masya Allah, Dita is included in the list of names of victims," she jolted in heart.“Clock, turn around. We go directly to Cipto Hospital.”

Gas pedal stepped on, Jama’ sneaks among other vehicles, cutting and looking for alternative roads so as not to get stuck in traffic. Tracing the Tugu Tani road, turn the direction and from the red light take the left, straight continue right in Taman Ismail Marjuki not far away Megaria and finally arrive at the parking lot of Cipto Mangunkusumo Hospital.

Jama’ looking for vacant land for parking, Syahrel rushed directly to the ER, trying to find information on customer service and immediately asked the name of Dita, a victim of a consecutive collision on the Jagorawi toll road. Officers directed Syahrel to the mortuary.

“The name is already in the morgue, Mas try to trace the directions to the morgue. There's already our officers holding all the victims' data" the officer explained.