Ramadan Without Sua
One Year Passed

We don't feel like weeks have changed. The moon has also changed with the moon. Since coming to Ranai, Natuna, now. One year that Ardhita lived was full of tears. A year that kept him away from home, and there was no sign of when he could return home.

One year with different types of covid variants. One year with casualties not only one, but up to thousands of victims who have fallen. I can't count how many tears were shed. How many children separated from their Father or Mother, because one of them fell in this plague. How many parents lose their children, or children lose their parents. It cannot be measured anymore how much sadness is happening.

Pandemic times always have their own stories. Even more so with stories full of tears. However, there are a pair of human children who are still trying to survive in the midst of the onslaught of the coronavirus. Yes, they have Ardhita and Dhito who always maintain a relationship with the phone in hand. Always giving news, always showing love, even though really can not meet.

"It's been a year, Dik ... One year that's really not easy huh? We have never been apart before. In the past, when I was still working in Makassar alone, I would try to go home once every four months, so that I could meet you," Gibran said by bringing the phone closer to his ear.

"Yes, it's been a year. Month after month change until this longing piles up," Dhita replied.

"As it was just yesterday we welcomed Ramadan. Ramadan without us both. In a few months you will return to Ramadan, this time is it possible that you will return to Malang, Dhita?" ask Dhito.

Actually, the plane has already started flying. The good news is that the vaccine for covid is also being tested. Therefore, it has now entered a new era of normalcy. To be sure, anywhere still have to use a mask and also apply the health protocol or Prokes.

"True Mas Dhito. Not feel. That means I've been in Natuna for over a year" she said.

"Yes, I really miss you, Dik," replied Dhito.

It was an honest confession from Dhito. It's not easy to keep your heart when the distance is so far away. In the last 13 months, they have never met. Real hard. However, both of them still have to wait for the right time for both.

Dhito expressed the greatest desire of his heart. His heart's request to Ardhita. Plan that has been delayed for a year. He wants to reach an agreement with Ardhita. Putting two hearts together in a single, household-named biduk. End a relationship that has been established in the space of four years and bring it to the marriage stage.

"I'll try, Mr. Dhito. God willing," Dhita replied.

Indeed Ardhita also holds a longing in her heart. Not only for Dhito, but also for his parents. Especially a few months ago, his father was exposed to covid. Thankfully after being in the Hospital for two weeks, Mr. Harja was able to recover and get together again with his mother. So, Dhita also felt the need to reconcile her own heart. He wanted to hug his parents. All the despair in his heart really moved his heart to be able to go home.

After all, constantly on Natuna island, Dhita felt her body healthy, but indeed her heart was quiet. There are inner needs and affections that cannot fulfill them. Kangen house, kangen parents, kangen with Dhito too. The feeling of kangen can only be satisfied when they have met the people they care about.

"really? I'll wait for you in Apple City" Dhito replied.

"God willing, I will soon arrive in Malang. However, it must be isolation first for two weeks," replied Ardhita.

At that time, for every person who from afar and back to their home city must each be isolated by the government in a halfway house or shelter for two weeks. In that period of time, they must exercise and follow the swab. When the results of the swab are negative, then they are allowed to go home.

Will Dhita decide to go home? What should Dhita bet so that Ramadan next month can meet with his parents and loved ones?