Ramadan Longs for the Holy Month
OMAR MISSING?!
"Thank you, cake. But, how did Grandpa have this address?" Ask me.
"First, Grandpa worked there," said the Grandfather smilingly watching myself receive the paper.
"Hhh..." I murmured as my eyes drifted to the paper.
"Bismillah!" My mind is excited.
After a few minutes, I finally went back into my messy contract.
"Why do I feel like something's missing??" I muttered in astonishment as I continued to pay attention to my things.
"Astagfireullah! Omar!" was!" My screams were surprised to remember that the last time Omar was with me was at the police station.
"Of my! Where is she??" Ask me, with my heart beating fast_worry.
"I have to find her!" I muttered back as I ran out of the contract to the police station.
"Hey! Pay the rent!" Shouted a rented mother behind me when I saw myself running.
"I'll pay!" I answered without looking, I continued to run with all my might looking for her.
"Where are you, Omar??" My mind wonders, I'm worried if he goes back to what he used to be.
"Huffin..." I was breathing heavily as I reached the police station that day.
"Uncle!" I said look for Uncle Tedi who wasn't seen inside after I came in.
"Pak Tedi has been fired from his post" said a policeman who made me look at him.
"Uncle... Being fired?? Is it because of me??" My mind can't believe that the guy in the suit used to be able to get my uncle fired.
"Then have you ever seen a dreadlocked young man around here??" Ask me.
"Hmm... Like, ever. However, the man had gone towards the narrow alley," the policeman said, pointing out_a small alley on the right side street.
"All right! Thank you," I said as I ran back to the small alley that was quite far from the police station.
"That boy, his face is like someone I know" muttered the policeman who saw myself entering the alley.
"W-what, huh?" My surprise when I saw that little alley was a dead end.
"Why did he walk here?" My mind was astonished as it walked slowly toward the trash that was strewn everywhere.
Grekk... One of my feet stepped on a canned bottle.
"Da-blood?!" I muttered while looking down to see the tear of the shirt with red liquid stuck at the end of the bottle cover.
"I have to report it to the police immediately!" I muttered as I came back out of the small alley because I was sure that the tear was Omar's shirt.
"Sir! Please, find my friend!" I said after I confronted the police.
My gaze turned towards a name near the front pocket of the policeman's shirt.
"Sir Herman..." My murmurs squinted my eyes at the writing.
"Herman Shamsuddin!" Said Mr. Herman dashingly he nodded while showing off his good name.
"Puff... The first time I heard there was a stylized person by the name of Shamsuddin," My mind laughed.
"Well, Mr. Herman Syamsuddin," I said as I followed Mr. Herman to find Omar "My brother..." My inner.
Mr. Herman asked a variety of questions, which I can answer well.
"Alright, we'll start a living... Please wait," said Mr. Herman, telling several other police officers to search for Omar using my own drawings.
"Of my! Brother, come!" My mind as I imagined it in my mind, if he was curled up alone with his body shaking on the side of the road.
"I'll come!" I said the one who couldn't stand it, while following the police who wanted to find Omar.
This morning with the sun radiating its Surya, has been replaced by the moon happily accompany us in the dark of the night....
Evening has arrived, Omar is still not found. And finally the breakup stopped
time until tomorrow.
"Hmmm... Omar, where are you??" My mind asks.
...I'm reminded.....
...When a man.....
...With ragged clothes calling me.....
...I was alone then.....
...Don't know anybody.....
...Whoareyou?...
...Why did you call me?...
...We're not even blood, though,...
...However, I felt it again......
...Feels family.....
