Ramadan Without Sua
The Restless in Makassar

Meanwhile, in the city of Makassar, a young man tried to keep working as a marketing in one of the star hotels in the city of Makassar. In this difficult pandemic, it is so difficult to get income. It was as if all the hotels had stopped operating.

"What about hospitality marketing strategies in this pandemic, Mr Ditho?"

At that time Mr. Steve as the leader of Paradise Hotel in Makassar asked Ditho who at that time served as marketing in hospitality there. However, even Dhito did not get the right answer. The situation that is happening now is really ensnaring.

"I'm sorry Mr. Steve .., but the current situation does not allow for visitors to stay at the hotel" explained Dhito.

At that time, all employees at Paradise Hotel had implemented health protocols by wearing masks. Which helped them to get exposed from exposure to the virus at that time.

It seems that Mr. Steve also had to take a long breath. Fully he also understands that the current situation is very difficult to attract visitors to stay at the hotel. Especially when described it is better to be at home or Stay at home. Many people are reducing their work outside the home. What can be done from home, is better done from home.

"So, how? Should our hotel be temporarily closed?" ask Mr. Steve.

Honestly, hotel operations are obtained from every visitor who stays at the hotel. If, no visitors will stay at the hotel. Most hotels have to go out of business. Hearing all that Mr. Steve said, all the employees at the hotel lowered their faces. The shadow of the termination of the employment contract is in sight.

"If the hotel is operating, all we can pay for is Cleaning Service and Security. The rest, will not be able to because so lonely visitors," said Mr. Steve again.

"Is there no other way, sir? Because, we also need a job to get a salary in this very precarious time?" ask Dhito again.

"We'll think again. All right, meeting for today. The rest of you can go home" replied Mr. Steve.

Dhito and the rest of the staff lethargicly walked out of the meeting room that afternoon. Honestly, there was really nothing they could do. Just waiting, hopefully the hotel management can rack the brain and create job opportunities for all employees.

From the city center of Makassar, Dhito chose to return to his boarding house. Once he arrived at his boarding house, Dhito took off the suit which was a uniform from the hotel where he worked. Then the man took off the mask he was wearing, and rolled up his shirt sleeves. After that, Dhito chose to lay himself on the bed.

"Yes Allah .. only a few years of work and hope to be happy Father and Mother at home. But now there is a pandemic like this. Please, servant, O Allah ...."

Dhito could only murmur in his heart, speak the name of Allah and ask Allah for help. For in this very precarious time, no one can help him but God Himself.

After that, Dhito saw his picture with his lover in the nightstand. Grab that picture frame.

"Ardhita .. a precarious situation like this. I don't think I'm sure I can ask you this year either. Moreover, the PHK is in sight. Is it better that I go back to Malang and work odd jobs there? However, you are in Natuna now .. is it possible that this month of Ramadan, we will not meet? Not sorry and sorry? I miss you, but I think I should change course, Dhita."

Really, Dhito is really agitated right now. His fate to work was also difficult. PHK is really in sight. Meanwhile, if you decide to go home to Malang, there is actually her lover, Ardhita, who is now on Natuna Island and serves at the Emergency Hospital that is there.