Ramadan Longs for the Holy Month
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Hay🤗 meets again with author adindai🤗
this time the author, made a novel specifically for Readers who are fasting in the holy month of Ramadan that we have felt back😊 (In Shaa Allah, Until Lebaran)
This story tells of a man who longed for the holy month of Ramadan and he wanted to go home in the month where he was born.
Not long ago, Cuss.
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IN A SUKASARI VILLAGE THERE IS A SMALL HOUSE MADE OF BAMBOO WITH RICE FIELDS SURROUNDING THE PLACE.
"Dad! I'm going to wander off to fix the fate of our family to city A!" firmly Ramadan with a strong determination he was ready to leave to wander to the city of A with a backpack.
"Be careful son, I will always support you" said Mr. Ilman who was sitting limp in a wheelchair.
"Sister!" Shouted hysterically a little girl who ran over to Ramadan and hugged him.
"Hiks... Hikss.. Don't go!" The little girl named Jalila cried hysterically in the arms of her beloved sister.
"Cute sister, take care of Daddy, will you? don't misbehave! brother will return home," said Ramadhan who did not have the heart to see the tears of his sister.
Kruunk... Kruunk... He heard a voice from his sister's thin stomach, and made his heart sad when he realized that the sister was starving.
"I'm sorry Brother, deck!" Inner Ramadhan because it has been some days his sister and father who is sick have not eaten a mouthful of rice.
"Dad, when father and Lila were hungry, come to Uncle Tedi's place (owner of the garden where he had previously worked) " Said Ramadan by looking at his father because he knew Mr. Tedi was a good person who would want to help his family.
"Don't worry about us, you go! looking for a job that can change the fate of our family," said Mr. Ilman limply and gently.
"Hiks... Hix... Huahh!" Jalila's cry broke again when she saw that Ramadan had let go of her embrace and walked out of the house.
"Abang is back on deck! With the good news for you! and so we can eat good!" The determination of Ramadan in the heart by walking through every muddy road surrounded by rice fields that are very soothing to the eye.
"Have a photo!" Ramadan said by issuing a cellphone that is not luxurious but, very meaningful at the gift of Uncle Tedi.
Czechoslovakia! Czechoslovakia!
Kruunk... Crruk... There was the sound of her stomach worms singing riya, indicating she was hungry.
He took out a loaf of bread which he brought as a preparation for his journey.
"There is only one, I better eat a little" Inner Ramdhan cut a little bread and re-entered it in his backpack.
Nyamm.he ate it voraciously because it had been a few days ago he always fasted to eliminate hunger.
After a trip far enough from the village to where the bus stop up to 10 kilos he traveled, did not make a broken spirit! although food and drink supplies are now a little leftover.
"That's coming!" Ramadhan murmured when he was sitting waiting for the bus that finally came and soon entered his.
"Eehh.. mas sorry, can I sit there??" Said a long-veiled woman in a beautiful manner with a mole on her nose.
Ramadhan looked around and there were no empty seats and he saw the woman looking exhausted.
"Alright, please mba," said Ramadhan kindly while standing and holding the handle that has been provided for people standing on the bus.
"Thank you, mas," said the woman, sitting with gasping breaths.
Ramadan is not a problem, he only focuses on his goal of going to city A to find work.
"Where's the fuck is the problem going?" The woman asked however, not heard by Ramadan because the bus had stopped at its destination.
He had walked to the driver to pay and got down immediately. However, there was her luggage that had fallen off and been taken by the woman.
"It seems, he loves his family very much" the woman muttered with a smile at the picture of Ramadhan's family in his hands.
"May we meet again," The woman's mind was hopeful.
Now Ramadhan again walks through the city of A which is very crowded with people passing by with their respective affairs.
"It turns out the city is very crowded!" Ramadan murmured by breathing dirty air due to the motor that had just passed through it.
"Ohuuk... Uhuk.. However, it turns out that there is a lot of air pollution here," Inner Ramadhan when he first felt the smell of motor smoke that is usually not in his village.
"Hey!" Shouted someone from behind him.
