ONE LOVE, TWO CONTINENTS
(Not) A Message of Love

The sun is so hot is not an obstacle to stay active. Downstream employees are also workers racing against time and work systems. The roar of the vehicle's engine clumped smoke from the exhaust and the factory chimney welcomed morning in a corner of the capital.

We can no longer find dew and soothing morning air, all replaced with motor vehicle fumes and chimneys from manufacturers turnover trillions of rupiah that ignore the morning sun smile.

Kayu bike still drove sending a message in the Indonesian news today. Dozens of newspapers from various media must get into the hands of customers before they start their respective activities.

“Bismillahi tawakaltu ’allah. Laa haula wala quwwata illa billah, "pronounced intention and prayer in endeavour. Live episodes from round after round we have to face. Let the director arrange a theatrical performance of the life story of the creature from the north to the south, all can not be separated from the scenario of death, sustenance, and, soul mate and there are still many destiny lines contained in the episode of the mystery story of life that we do not know.

The human designation that we may think is good is not necessarily according to Him good. So do we think bad, many lessons of goodness that He showed His servant. Man only plans, He is the determinant of all.

Many things in life that we consider impossible become very possible because of Him. How Mr. Media, Adam Malik started his career from just being a daily newspaper operator to the end of his career as the number two person in the republic.

There are many more national figures who moan and pursue a career from scratch, only those who are able to open the veil of time and the meaning of a belief in the way of life.

Adam Malik, the idol of Shahrel. All he knew, tried, tried, prayed and finally until the peak of helplessness in tawakkal, surrendered himself to Him after completing the conditions as a human being.

 Today Syahrel had to keep the promise to give Dita the order, Syahrel had to take it to the agent.

“Mas, piye order kulo?” ask Syahrel.

“Playboy magazine Rel?” babble Mas Agus while showing the magazine.

“Ngawur genengan, slovenly magazine tho iki?!”

“Sorry, wrong!” Mas Agus smiled because he knew Syahrel was a caretaker of the mosque and was well known among the newspapermen.

“Iki pesenan sampean.”

“Piro?” tanya Syahrel with Javanese language.

“Mahal Rel, outer magazine.”

“Ra popo, piro tho?”

 “Comrade doso gangsal ewu.”

Syahrel is not free to be friends with Mas Slamet, a meatball who often hangs at his stall, so he can speak a little Javanese. He took four sheets of ten thousand and a sheet of five thousand.

“Matur nuwun sanget ngggeh Mas Agus!”

“Sami-sami Rel.”

Syahrel's eyes were fixed on the wall clock, fifteen minutes more magazines he held must reach Dita's hand. As fast as he could, the agent's distance to Dita's house was almost a kilo. Syahrel made the best use of his remaining time.

At four o'clock in the afternoon he finally arrived in front of Dita's house. In a garden full of orchid collections, magazine-booking girls look so fond of plants.

In addition to orchids, Dita also likes to collect dolls or Fido Dido characters. Syahrel deliberately waited until Dita finished watering his orchids. Ten minutes and finally finished the wait.

 "Yeahyaan!"shahrel shouts distract Dita.

His eyes looked at the front of the courtyard gate. The closer to Dita, the more confused and nervous Syahrel, but not like first met Dita four days ago. Now it has slightly reduced his heart thump and is starting to get a little familiar.

 “Bring my order Mas?”

 Syahrel took Dita's order from her briefcase.

“This is the magazine.”

 “How much does it cost, Rail?” surprised Syahrel heard his name called.

“Fourty-five thousand Dit.”

“For a while yes, I take the money first.”

Five minutes of waiting, a step that ayu make Syahrel hope to have it. But the heart says something else. Afraid, anxious about the newspaperman's unwelcome love. Again a matter of difference.

“This is the money." Dita gave a piece of money fifty thousand.

“Where are the college assignments Dit?”Syahrel dared to ask.

“Preview of journalistic theory and writing news.”

 “Iya, how do you know?”

Never take part in free training on writing high school time news. The concept of 5W + H should not be included in the intro of a news story," explained Syahrel. Dita was also astonished to hear his explanation.

"Crazy, the newsboy knows about making intro in the news." Mumbled Dita in the heart.

Fad try me test ah, he said again in the heart. Curious as to how far Syahrel understood about journalism, rough guard prestige. International University students lose out to newspapermen?

“Know about anatomy news no Rel?”

“Iya, know. The parts that make up a news story, right? The section consists of headlines, leads/intros, then the body of news.”

Before Dita asked Syahrel directly explained part of the anatomy of the news. Dita was amazed by Syahrel.

“But in news writing the most common and often used form of an inverted pyramid with an interesting closing sentence at the end of the writing," Syahrel continued his explanation.

Dita became increasingly aware of the limitations of her knowledge. During this time he only assessed Syahrel as a newsboy, without him realizing Syahrel's knowledge was so broad. To the extent that things that have not been learned on campus even Syahrel can describe it appropriately.

“Great You Rel. Rarely do I meet a smart guy like you, apparently I misjudged you," praised Dita who made Syahrel flattered.

 “Ah, your praise is excessive Dita. I only quote from existing theories, not necessarily if the practice I can afford.”

“Ah, you are low to raise the quality right?”dita Guyon.

“Why didn't you go to college?” Dita continued the question.

Syahrel. Want to answer unable or the cost is too excessive, as if begging for love.

“How not to undo my intention to go to college, the lecturer just asked me," replied Syahrel intending to insinuate Dita, cover up his status.

“Broast...new praised little direct fly.”.

“Sorry, right kidding...”.

“Rel, the day after red date national holiday.”

"Yes, continues?” ask Syahrel.

“Help me to finish college, will you? I'm sure you can definitely help with those college assignments that I haven't finished in a long time.”

Refuse, but sustenance. Accepting Dita's offer, it looks like Syahrel put another feeling.

“I thought about it first huh Dit?”

“Ya is already.”

“Oh yes, almost forgot. Here's the change" Syahrel gave a sheet of five thousand rupiahs.

“Already, just take it for you. In her thoughts have been tipped off me huh?” Canda Dita's.

Completed Syahrel's work today, complete the promise. Once again pedal the bike casually, he rethought the offer.

 “If I accept Dita's offer, how do I deliver it and when can I meet Dita again? Waiting for three days is long" he said in his heart. Without a second thought, the bike turned back.

Faced quickly, afraid Dita hunted into the house, mumpung not far away Syahrel walk.

“ Borrow!!!” shahrel. Dita looked over and approached him.

“What else is it?” Dita throws a smile.

With a gasp of breath and a feeling of shame Syahrel replied, “I accept your offer.”

“Have you thought about what you were thinking?”

“Already.”

“Two days left I wait in front of Mini Market Yuda.”

Unexpectedly, the magazine sent the title of a long romance story. Sometimes not always waiting leads to frustration. Many people say that waiting is a boring job. For Syahrel, waiting is a special gift for those who understand the meaning of the test of patience.