Ramadan Longs for the Holy Month
CAN YOU, ME?

"You're strong! You're strong, Ramadan..." Said someone behind me who was closing my eyes hugging a headstone bearing the name of my hero.

I began to slowly open my eyes with tears that almost hit the ground. However, I nimbly returned to rub it then turned to the source of the voice.

"Sir Ustadz!" My word.

Ustadz Zaki smiled as he gently rubbed my messy front hair.

"You are strong, Ramadan! God took the one you love so much, because God knows you are strong!" Ustadz Zaki.

"God cannot carry a burden beyond the limits of the ability of his Servant, unless God knows if we can deal with it" he said again.

"But why? Why should the people I love so much, Ustadz??" Ask me.

"That's because you can handle Ramadan" said Ustadz Zaki who made me speechless.

"I'm willing? Facing her?" My mind asks, not believing that God trusts me so much to get this test of life.

"Ustadz, why was my father put into the ground?" Ask plain Jalila.

"Because of that, it's destiny. If, we're going back to the ground, son!" Answer Ustadz Zaki.

"Hm... Then, will I also be put into the ground?" Ask plain Jalila.

"Yes, in time we will all return to the ground," said Ustadz Zaki who liked Jalila very much because of his questions.

"Well Ustadz, thank you for being aware of me. I'm going back to town A to be able to achieve the ideals of both of our parents who want to build an orphanage in this village,," I said without feeling like I was looking at my little sister.

"But, Brother?" I murmured that I could not bear to leave him alone.

"Let me and my wife help take care of her" Utadz Zaki said.

I began to return to the city of A with supplies and 300k of money that Ustadz Zaki gave me.

"Bismillah! By saying your name, Yes Allah. The Most Merciful, the Most Merciful..." I said as I rubbed my face with great determination, I walked back to the bus stop.

After arriving, I saw the bus my destination came and then I immediately entered it.

"Mas!"

Without me noticing, there was a woman in a long hijab calling me who had been sitting on the bus.

"Mas! Wait!" Shouted the woman who remained unaware as the bus was running.

I looked at the window and found a paper stuck in the window of the bus.

"Whose paper is that?" I murmured in astonishment.

*I WILL, WAIT FOR YOU AT THE COMPANY ABDIJAYA GROUP* the writing I saw behind the bus window.

"Is that really? Or just a scam??" I muttered in disbelief. However, I slowly slide the window of the bus and take the paper.

"ABDIJAYA? What company is that?" I muttered back.

"Famous company located in the city of A," said someone next to me.

I began to look towards the source of the voice, it turned out that there was an old grandfather sitting next to my chair.

"Normous company?! Sorry, does Grandpa know the address?" Ask me amazed and confused.

"Yes, I know. This is! Wear this to find her," said the grandfather, giving me a piece of paper.