The Struggle for Love Different Countries

INDONESIAN EMBASSY

Tired of all day at aunty shopping, night om call to sit together in the garden behind the house. Om who does not talk much just want to ask about the lqtar behind the shahzad. After Nazulfa told Shahzad what he knew. Om was relieved.

"Ok.., tomorrow means you will go to the embassy to apply for a Shahzad visa, right.., tomorrow let's bring your own car." said om Sueb.

"Makasi om.." said Nazulfa girang.

Monday, exactly at 8.00am Nazulfa and aunt are ready and immediately on the way to the embassy located in Kuningan, Central Jakarta.

Arriving at the Indonesian Embassy building, Nazulfa went straight to the receptionist to ask for a visa application counter.

Nazulfa had received a queue number and finally the Nazulfa visa application map had entered. The officer said wait another week we will inform the interview schedule for you. Make sure your contact number matches the number on the visa application map.

They also went home..

There has been no news for Nazulfa for 5 days. He's getting restless. Today is Friday, why there is still no news.

Aunty saw Nazulfa restless also felt like taking a vacation.

"Nazulfa.., tomorrow weekend.., what if we stay at the top. yoookkk.." ask aunt.

"By aunty.., cool is also more than bored at home continues.." said Nazulfa.

"Ok later om go home let auntie tell you first where to know om busy can not come along." said aunt.

"Magiam emang aunty and children have not played to Puncak for a long time, but not our Bogor Peak, we go to the villa aunty on Puncak Sentul aja. ya. how Nazulfa.." ask aunt.

"Wowws.. Aunty now has a villa..??" ask Nazulfa kepo.

"Alhamdulillah.. There are tenm om offer land at the top of the centul, so we check the location is good. The same on is built this villa from all-wood materials to make it look more natural. It consists of room 3, bathroom 2, and a relaxing place at the bottom also above, so if there are events friends or relatives already delicious. While behind the villa, the aunt made the soursop orchard." explained the aunt to Nazulfa.

"Mashallah.. May the sustenance of aunty continue to grow, yes tan.." Nazulfa prayer.

"Aminnn.. Aminnn.." answered aunt.

They also play on the top of the hill, taking pictures with the view of the wealang. In front of the villa is very crowded people pass by using the motor trail. At night they turn on the music and karoke ria.

By Sunday night they were back home and the aunt's children were back in school tomorrow.

Monday morning Nazulfa sat on the back porch of the house. He's waiting for a phone call from the embassy. Why there is no news. It's been over a week Nazulfa's in Jakarta.

Fortunately, Nazulfa had asked for a number that could be reached at the reception during the embassy yesterday. Nazulfa decided to call the number.

"tiiitttt. tiiittt.

"Indonesian Embassy, Good morning." There was a voice across there.

"Good morning." replied Nazulfa.

"Some one can help." asked the owner of the voice.

"I want to ask, I have one week entered the visa application, but there has been no confirmation" replied Nazulfa.

"For visa applications, please wait until later there will be a confirming party" replied the information officer.

"alright. So thank you." Nazulfa closed.

"If you are still told to wait, why would they give you a number that can be contacted but only to say good morning doang.." Nazulfa grumbled.

******

"Rather than boring I'd better go around the complex. It's still early." Nazulfa thought.

Nazulfa also went around using a bicycle owned by teteh. In the morning many breakfast sellers at the end of the border complex with the village of dukuh. He also bought a car nearby. Nazulfa paddled his bike leisurely while looking at the large and beautiful houses.

The white house is open. It looks like the father and son of the homeowner are in front of the house which turns out to be Ustadz Al-Habsy.

The position of the aunt house is on the back and corner of the block. This complex is also a little land up and down. Because if sitting in front of the house we see the side of the house of others, and always seen someone swimming in the pool next to his house. That is why Nazulfa prefers to sit on the back porch.

Nazulfa, from the village, told his aunt about the owner of the white house at the end of their block. And it turns out that in this Housing many artist houses. Worth all the nice houses, the most ordinary aunt's house. Hehehe

At night Nazulfa called Shahzad to tell him that he was going to the embassy for an interview tomorrow.

"Prayer to me." - Pinta Nazulfa.

"I certainly pray to you, this is for the both of us, I can't wait to be with you Nazulfa." The words made Nazulfa a little blushing.

The next day at 8:00am, Nazulfa and his aunt were already on the way to the embassy.

Arriving there.., Nazulfa went straight to the information table to ask the interview room.

It was on the 12th floor..

They went straight upstairs but it was wrong, instead of the 12th floor even 14. They also have to come back down.

On the 12th floor of the room to the left as one of the officers.

By the way, they in front of the interview room were already crowded with young old people and some even brought a baby.

The officer asked Nazulfa to show evidence that he had submitted a request, and the officer gave a queue number.

Long wait until aunt Nazulfa felt hungry and decided to go down to the canteen. Waiting there is no use either. Only one person may enter the interview room. The others just wait outside.

Next to Nazulfa was a beautiful girl. He wears kajal. Nazulfa said hello.

"Sis.. are you going to interview too..?" ask Nazulfa.

"It's true... This is my third interview." replied the beautiful girl.

"Why can it be many times sis.." asked Nazulfa again.

"Since some interviews did not pass, this is the last time I interviewed if I did not graduate I resigned because I am from this city, we from Makassar quite a lot of cost. Maybe we are not a match." replied the girl with a sad face.

"Inshallah will pass this time sis.., but if you may know from which country the candidate sista..?" ask Nazulfa.

"He's Afghan" said the girl.

"And why did you take the interview..?" ask the girl.

"I will also marry a Pakistani man" Nazulfa replied.

"Your candidate is Pakistani...?" Suddenly the sister who was carrying the baby asked.

"What a big brother." replied Nazulfa.

"My husband is also Pakistani.., we met in Dubai and got married there to have a daughter" explained the older brother.

"Then.why still hrus interview kak. is not easy if you have a family then the visa is sponsored by your own wife.." said Nazulfa.

"It is not that easy, because we are married in Dubai and it has not been recorded that the husband until now has not been allowed to enter Indonesia. Especially if our husband has a work permit in another country will be more difficult to enter." that's the explanation of the brother.

Hearing all that, Nazulfa felt down.

When Nazulfa's turn came..

Nazulfa entered the room. He saw everyone in the room. There were about 20 people and Nazulfa was alone.

The process begins. Question after question thrown, not yet finished answering has been asked again. Immigration, tni, police, intel, psychologists, etc according to Nazulfa were all in the room.

They ask like this Nazulfa not to sponsor a future husband and will marry but rather like asking as if Nazulfa will bring in *******.

It was very difficult to get trust at that time, because there were many bombings in Indonesia. And Osama Bin Laden who was killed on Pakistani soil blacklisted the country on many countries.

Finally the interview is finished, just waiting for the results to be announced next.

..."***Love Does Need a Fight,...

...Without the Struggle of Love It Will Have No Meaning***"...