Ramadan Longs for the Holy Month
WHY, ARE YOU LIKE THIS?

"You sit there quietly!" Say Ramadan which makes the man recite, then sit on his backpack.

"God! Have a friend like that?" Inner Ramadhan while continuing to clean the dust and cobwebs scattered where.

A few minutes after cleaning the dust. Ramadhan turned his head towards the man who continued to play the zipping read of his backpack.

"Astagfireullah! Until it is damaged," said Ramadhan with gawking saw his zipper read broken and then detached from his bag.

"Eat, eat, eat, eat," the man said, hinting at his hand eating.

"Is he hungry?" Inner Ramadhan while checking his wallet, it turns out there is only 5k money while the savings money has been exhausted not left to pay the contract for a month.

"What kind of money can you buy?" His mutter was confused while looking pity at that person who looked very hungry.

"Hungry, I'm hungry," said the man regardless of Ramadan.

"Hey! Where you going?" Say Ramadan by following the man.

"This is not a free food place! There, go!" Banish a mother wearing an apron in front of a food stall.

"That guy?" Gumam Ramadan.

"Hunger, I'm hungry!" said the person regardless of the mother, he immediately entered and ate the food of customers who were eating.

Happ... Happ... He devoured the food of the visitors and made the stall immediately messy with the customers afraid who finally went one by one.

"We'll just go!" Said all the customers who were disturbed by the person's situation.

"God! You huh?! It makes me lose!" Said the seller's mother by pulling the man's dreads rough out and then pushing him to fall on the ground.

Bruuks...

"Astagfirefull!" Ramadhan murmured that he could not bear to see it and helped the man stand up.

"Who are you?! His friend?! If he is, clean everything!!" Firmly the mother who wears the apron.

"I-iya ma'am, I will clean up, however, is it permissible for him to get a bowl of rice?" Say Ramadan politely.

"Geez! Yasudah, may! But, if you've already cleaned everything up!" Said the mother.

"Good, Mom. Thank you," said Ramadan politely, inviting the man to sit on an empty chair.

"You shut up here, I'll clean it," he said, taking some cleaning tools and starting to clean them.

A few minutes after Ramadan is over. The seller's mother cynically gave the man a bowl of rice.

He saw the man eating it devouringly even without a side dish.

"It turns out he was very hungry," The inner Ramadhan was pleased.

Krukka... Crew...

"Maybe this can hold my hunger for a few hours," he murmured back by settling on the man's face.

"I think his face looks like he's not Indonesian," Inner Ramadhan was astonished with the man's dirty black face.

"Wouldn't he, Papuan or African times huh? As far as I know the color of his skin is the same as his," The mind of Ramadan is guessing.

"Eehh.. What is he doing?!" Shocked Ramadhan when he saw her go near a big tree and opened her pants and came out a yellow liquid behind her body.

"That's it... Astagfirullah!" Said Ramadhan who realized his immediately turned his eyes away.

"Uwee's... Wanted to vomit!!" Mumbled.

"That mother, should I ask for a job here??" His inner self when he saw that mother was back at the service of a customer who had just arrived.

He began to approach the mother with a little fear.

"Sorry Mom, can I work here for a while??" Say it politely.

The chattering mother turned to him, then returned busy making orders.

"It seems not to be," Inner Ramadhan was sad as he turned and walked back to the man who was dancing Riya in the middle of the street.

"Wait on! Quickly bring this order shirt!" Said the mother who made Ramadhan immediately with swift flipping and then brought the order.

"As long as it is enjoyed, miss," said Ramadhan friendly with his handsome look makes the customer immediately baper.

"The base is friendly and handsome," the female customer's baper was happy.

"Sir, if he's here, I'll come every day to buy your merchandise!" Said the woman's customer who first came to the bleached mother's shop.

The mother just kept quiet and kept making orders that were getting crowded with Ramadan there.

"It's not usually my sales that many buy like this," The inner mother blambered it, began to be overwhelmed to prepare more and more orders.

"What's your name?" Ask the mother after all the orders are done.

"Ramadan, buk," she replied.

"Ramadan, nice! You I accept here, but, that's if you can change your friend's appearance a little bit," said the mother blandly as she watched the man swinging on a guava tree.

"Okay Ma'am, in shaa Allah," answered politely and smiled at his new friend who was very funny.

"Bright..." Until the customers get a very funny show from his new friend.

"He's so funny! however, why did he become like that??" The Batin Ramadhan iba.

"Why, are you like this??" His murmur is back.