365 Days Towards Halal

87# 303HMH (lost )

Early in the morning, there was a knock from outside the door of Queen's cottage. Lazily, Queen got up from her seat and opened her cottage door. Raka, who was standing in the doorway, smilingly looked at Queen who seemed disheveled because she just woke up.

"Well, how did you wake up?" Raka asked with a confused facial expression.

Queen let Raka into her cottage. Raka stepped in and continued to look at the pale-looking Queen.

"Why you?" Raka asked while helping Queen tidy up her hair.

"My stomach hurts, it looks like I'm going to get my period." Said Queen who was back curled up under her blanket.

"Hayd?" Raka asked as she approached Queen and squatted down on the side of the bed.

The Queen nodded weakly, then she grimaced in pain.

"I forgot that this date I'm going to get my period. I forgot to buy a pad."

Raka looks awkward to hear Queen confide in the common problems of women.

"Keep, now what's it wearing?" Raka asked as she glanced at Queen with a clumsy expression.

"It's my shirt on, I'm afraid I'll come out later" complained Queen.

Raka scratched her head that was not itching. Then, put her bag on the floor and gently caress Queen's hair.

"There's someone selling, right?"

"What?"

"Garden," said Raka timidly.

"That's him I don't know. Duh... I really careless to not pay attention to my menstrual date." Queen complained while massaging her temple.

"Yes, I'm looking for ya.."

The queen sat down with an expression.

"Really?"

Raka nodded and grabbed her bag, then she moved and was about to leave the cottage.

"Raka, all medications hurt during menstruation yes.."

Raka raised both of her eyebrows and looked hesitant to nod.

"I-iya," Sahut nya while dead cottage Queen.

Queen smiled and closed her eyes again.

"Well, where are you looking?" Raka muttered while walking on the bridge that contacted the inter-cottage at the resort. Raka grabs the bike to get out of the cottage gate. Because the distance between the gate and the cottage is very far. So, the tourists are given bicycles to replace them on foot, what else when the sun is hot.

Raka looks wobbly in front of the cottage gate. A girl passed in front of him. Then, Raka tried to ask where the stall selling sanitary napkins was. It looks awkward indeed, but Raka is trying to be ordinary. This was all he did for the Queen who desperately needed his help.

The girl said if buying such necessities, Raka should go to the village that is outside the resort. As we know, there is a small village with a very small population.

Raka understood what he had to do. He also asked permission if the bike he was using was to be taken out of the resort. Luckily, the girl who works at the resort allows Raka to take the bike property out of the resort.

Amidst the stinging sunlight, Raka pedals her bike in search of a village that is quite far from the resort.

In the middle of the trip, the bike chain that Raka was driving was released. Raka pulled the bike over and tried to fix it.

It took 30 minutes, Raka fixed the bike. With sweat and blackened hands, Raka went back up on the bike. He wiped his sweat so that his face was smeared with oil, which made his face look blackened on his forehead and cheeks.

Raka was back riding that bike. Until he approached the village. Again, the bike chain was off. Bicycles that are only intended for walking around the resort, of course, can not pass through the terrain that is considered very difficult when heading to the local village there.

Raka went back down and tried to fix the bike. With a tired face, he kept trying so that he could immediately run the bike back.

"It's all for nyai's sake. Want the bike chain broken off, black-black hands, scorching heat, rainstorm, I'll try to get a sanitary pad for nyai." His murmuring was smiling.

30 Minutes later, the bike chain was re-attached. Carefully, Raka started pedaling the bike. Just a few meters away, the bike chain came back loose.

Raka looks desperate. He looked at the bicycle with a beautiful face.

"Oh my God, this is how to get the Queen" he muttered, shaking his head.

He again tried to fix the bike, and apparently, the bike chain was broken.

"Godzhhhhh..." His complains while sitting on the side of the road.

Raka rubbed her face again and looked at the resort that looked very far from where she was currently resting.

"So far!" Mumbled again.

Inevitably, Raka pulled the bike as she approached the village. Everyone stared at Raka with a strange look, and some of them laughed at Raka's blackened face due to the oil stains from the bike chain.

Raka looked at the small minimarket that was there. Then, with hope he ran closer to the minimarket. Bad luck for Raka, it turns out that minimarket only sells instant food and various souvenirs. Raka took a deep breath again, then exhaled slowly.

He returned to the village and began to ask the locals there. Unfortunately, some locals, can not speak English.

Raka parked her bike on the side of the road and sat on the sidewalk. His clothes and pants looked shabby. Sweat continued to flow from behind his clothes and wet every curve of his athletic body.

"Oh God..." His murmurs closed both of his eyes.

A little boy came running towards Raka. Luckily, the 8-year-old spoke English fluently. Raka asked the boy for help and gave the boy a few dollars.

The boy asked Raka to wait there. Raka was happy, because he did not have to bother looking for a minimarket that sells pads.

After Raka waited for almost an hour, the boy did not appear. Raka also started to feel deceived. A few dollars floated. He just shook his head while smiling wryly.

"I can be tricked by a child fraudster," he murmured while continuing the journey to find a minimarket.

After further entering the village, Raka saw the boy who tricked her was sitting on one of the squares with some food in his grasp.

"Woi...! Kang tricked!" Raka Seru.

Raka who felt deceived by the boy also put his bike and chased after the boy. The cunning boy turned his head, feeling that there was a threat approaching, he ran away from Raka.

A chase also occurs. Until Raka went further into the village. Until a few minutes later, Raka lost track of the crafty boy. He also began to be confused by his existence. Raka looked around her. He did not know the way out of the village. In fact, where the bike was parked, Raka did not remember.

"Oh my God..." His complaints while walking with a shamble in any direction.

Until finally his feet stop stepping when he got lost to the edge of the beach of the island.

"Allahu Akbar!" He shouted, raising both his hands high. The sweat melted from his forehead to Raka's chin. He also threw himself who felt accomplished on the white sand.

"Queen up! You must be my wife! Look at my battle Queen! Lookttttt...!" Again, rolling on the sand.