Separate Fence of God

Episode Two

[Many things make me want to change every time I say I love you, many ways I do that we can be the same. You know Shi, every time I go to Church I pray for the permanence of our relationship. Ask the Lord Jesus for blessing to bring our story together until later]

The clear thread back I can not hold when reading one WA chat from Adi. The man who broke my heart when I tried to forget him.

The ringing of the sound of a cell phone ripples my long daydream. There was the name of Adi who called. I immediately shifted the green screen and placed it on the ear.

"Adi, may I ask for a request?" ask me directly while holding this stuffing.

"Tell me, I'll definitely do anything, Shay," he replied.

"I love you, Adi. Can you go to the religion I hold? Making that gap of difference disappear between us, can Adi?" my door.

"Yes, you know, I love you, and I love the religion I profess, I don't want to betray my Lord" he said.

"Then, what about our relationship? Do you want to end it?"

"No, Shia. I don't want to end it. I love you as much as I love my God, and I don't want to betray my God. Don't give me a hard choice, Syifa." Sounded at the end there he sobbed.

"Then, how should we do?" Back I asked.

"What, if you come into my uniform?

"No. I cannot betray my God, just like you, we do not want to turn away from the religion that is inherent in us" I replied sobbing.

"Then what, Shay? Do you want it to end?"

Ended up? Nay! I don't want that.

"I don't want it to end!"

"I am the same, Shay. What if we just get married?" bring Adi.

"Married? Are you kidding Adi? Where can we get married while the bastion of difference is so strong and we both do not want to get out of that fortress."

"Yes, give me some time to consider all this. Can you wait again?"

"Of course Adi. I'll wait, I'm sorry I always ask in a hurry without thinking about the relationship we've built all this time."

"Here you go, you take a break, tomorrow I pick you up at your usual place" he said before turning off the phone.

It is like walking in the middle of a pitch-black night without a single bit of lighting. You could have fallen to the bottom and been killed in it. Just as I was living a difficult destiny it took time to align it.

After Adi's phone connection was cut off, I lay looking at the ceiling of the room closely. Until drowsiness began to greet me in beautiful dreams that were intoxicating.

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Morning has dawned bringing warmth to the morning Mentari, giving hope to every life that rolls on. In the morning I was ready and left the house without saying goodbye and then met Adi in the usual place we made a promise.

No need to wait a long time, Adi came with his motorbike off, he smiled at me before getting off the bike.

Today Adi is wearing black jeans while a white T-shirt is wrapped in a jeans jacket. Seen his face more and more charismatic with a little beard some strands adorn the face of his handsome. I was transfixed a few seconds before my consciousness recovered when Adi grabbed this body. Habits that never disappear when we meet or before we let go.

I hugged him tightly, as Adi rode his beloved motorcycle, times like this were once I enjoyed. When there is no longer any distance between us, holding her tightly while talking to the world we are a pair of hearts that are whole and strengthening.

It only takes fifteen minutes to get to Adi's place of worship. St. Peter's Caterdal Church - this is where Adi will worship her Lord.

"Shi, I go in first yeah," said Adi while taking off my arms.

He dashed into the Church with vigor, while I sat in the Church court watching the people pass by to this Catholic place of worship.

From within came the sound of bells and songs praising their Lord. Sometimes I unintentionally chant the song, without the intention of wishing to pray to the God I worship.

Sometimes I feel envious when I see young couples go hand in hand to Geraja. Sit next to each other and pray the same prayer. Worship the same God, without having to go through a difference.

While waiting for Adi, I went into one of the stalls, then ordered cold tea. It became customary to wait for Adi to leave the Church.

"Neng, this is the tea" said the owner of the stall I used to call Mbok.

"Thank you Mbok, tumben stalls deserted, usually this hour is rame."

"Yes Neng, lately Mbok stalls deserted wae, but it's okay, God's wrestling is still giving life so Mbok can still open the stall," he said while wiping the glass.

"Yes, Mbok. I have to be patient, especially this rainy season people are lazy to come out," I said as I sipped tea.

"Neng, are you still in touch with your boyfriend?" ask her.

"Yes, Mbok. Still."

"Loh, are you sure Neng?"

"Keep assured Buk, Adi is a good candidate for Imam for me." I was so sick of saying that sentence, without realizing the Mbok's curse made me realize there are things that can not be combined in terms of differences.

"Seek a candidate for a priest according to the religion you profess, Neng. Let it fit and clop. The Mbok can only pray that you marry a man of one faith." His advice, as it passed, left me.

I went back to being silent about every word the Mbok said. Digesting back every sentence that comes from everyone who always blames our relationship.

I chose silence, until without realizing Adi had finished performing his worship.

"Come, Shi!" bring Adi.

"Where are we going today?" ask me while stepping out of the shop.

"We're going to the bookstore. Looks like it'll be fun" Adi broke up.

I just nodded in agreement to whatever Adi was going to do. Because I believe he's a responsible man.

I loved Adi for an infinite amount of time, and promised to be someone who was always by her side.

Adi's motorbikes cut through the city streets, as breezy as the wind was so felt that it even flew my hair down. Along the way we both fell silent to enjoy this togetherness that does not know until when we will survive, but I hope forever.

There is nothing painful but being separated by differences of faith. When love unites two people of different ages, degrees, castes, even the most sensitive and sacred thing to mankind in the world is religion, and the most difficult thing is different religion. Not we want to be born different, but reality and destiny are what lead us to live all in difference to be reluctant to be separated.