365 Days Towards Halal

88# Poor, but funny.How dong?

"Which story..." Queen muttered that look worried. He kept pacing around inside his cottage.

"Three hours he's gone, where is he? Buying a kudu pad to the capital? Take that seaplane?" Queen muttered again while laughing amusedly.

Geck! poke! poke!

There was a knock from outside the cottage door that Queen occupied. With a crisp face, the Queen rushed to open the door. He thought it was Raka who knocked on his cottage door. Apparently not, the breakfast delivery girl who came to deliver breakfast menu for Queen.

The Queen allowed the girl to enter and placed the tray on the table, as usual. After that, the girl said goodbye to Queen.

Queen shut her cottage door again. Then, he began to worry because the t-shirt that became a substitute for his bandage began to be full. Queen ran to the restroom. Then, he grabbed his other t-shirt to replace the t-shirt that was already filled with her menstrual stains.

The queen grimaced with the pain in her stomach. That's how Queen always feels tormented when her period comes. Maybe for some women, menstruation is not a barrier to activity. Not with Queen. From the beginning he had his first period, he had already felt tremendous pain.

The queen was pulled out of the restroom. Then, he sat down on the floor and curled up holding a cramp in his stomach.

"Raka, where are you...." Her muttering.

...

Raka walked into the resort gate with a collapsed appearance. His hair was filled with beach sand, his face had oil black stains on several parts. His clothes were wet from the sweat and looked shabby due to some oil stains that accidentally hit his white clothes. Also, with the pants belonging to the raka who was also exposed to some oil stains and dirty dust, because Raka was sitting carelessly on the sidewalk of the road.

Raka returned without the bike he had brought. The girl who knew Raka was carrying a bicycle earlier asked. However, Raka could only tell if he was lost and the bike he was riding he lived in the village.

The girl smiled and said that they would look for the bike that Raka left behind. Even so, Raka still promised to compensate for the bike he had lost.

Raka is given a new bike to go to the Queen's cottage. But, he refused. Because his legs are already dark and he prefers to be delivered using the usual buggy car to carry the guests' belongings from the dock to the cottage.

A buggy car driver helps Raka who looks grimacing holding the gout in her waist and cramps in her legs to climb the buggy car. Raka who holds a paper bag containing her groceries in the Queen's pocket also boarded the buggy car while breathing freely. How not, he walked from the end of the village beach to the resort.

On top of the buggy car, Raka massages her calves and lashes out softly at her waist area. However, his face continued to smile looking at the paper bag he had placed beside him.

The buggy car stopped at Cottage number 10. That is, the cottage where Queen spent the night on the island. Raka thanked the buggy car driver and gave him a few dollars. Then, Raka stepped closer to the door of the Queen's cottage with a step that looked slightly straddling and limping.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Raka knocked on the cottage door. Shortly afterwards, Queen opened her cottage door and was dumbfounded looking at Raka who was smiling broadly at her.

"My queen, here's your order..." Said Raka while lifting the paper bag to the front of her face.

Queen did not care about the paper bag, she put away the paper bag that blocked her view to Raka's face.

"God! You why?" Queen asked as she pulled Raka inside her cottage.

"Ouch. slowly.." Said Raka who walked limped into the Queen's cottage.

"Why are your legs? Why is your path?" Queen asked as she watched Raka who walked over with a grimacing expression.

"Biasalah," said Raka who kept trying to stay cool in front of Queen.

Raka laughed and put the paper bag on the table. Then, he sat down slowly on the rattan chair.

"This is her sanitary pad, I also bought anti-pain medication during menstruation. I also bought some sweet food, as sweet as you." Said Raka while removing her groceries from the paper bag.

The queen looked at the man. Although his face is full of stains and his appearance is shabby, somehow Raka still looks handsome in his eyes.

"Queen?"

" Ah, yes. Thank you, yeah..." Said Queen while grabbing the bandage and tucking it into the shirt she was wearing. Then, he smiled shyly at Raka.

"Yes, wear it first."

Queen nodded and went to the restroom.

After seeing Queen enter the restroom, Raka started to grimace again.

"Ouchh.. ouchh... ouhhh... pain.... cramps... gosh..!" His complaints while back massaging his calves.

"Life, recently bought her a sanitary pad for a girl and her unlucky disposable stray show. The effect is gout right here.." Gumam Raka's. Then, he turned to the mirror next to the chair.

"Allahu Akbar!" He was strangled when he saw his own face from the reflection of the mirror.

Raka looked at her face in disbelief. The oil stain almost covered his entire face. He was suddenly embarrassed by the Queen who did not say anything from the beginning to see him.

"Destroyed self-esteem like this. O Allah..." Complaints again. Raka got up from her seat and rushed out of the Queen's cottage.

Just as Raka was about to open the door, the Queen rebuked her.

"Where are you going?" Ask the Queen who was finished from the restroom.

Raka stopped her steps and turned her head slowly.

"Sorry, I'm a mess. I'm gonna take a shower and wash my face." Her speech. Her flushed cheeks were invisible to Queen, as they were covered in oil stains.

"Oh so, yes, please," said Queen while holding back her laughter.

Raka smiled clumsyly and hurriedly left the Queen's cottage.

After Raka had just stepped in from the front door of the outer cottage. There was a very loud Queen laugh from inside the cottage. Raka let out a long sigh and rubbed her chest.

"Sabarrrrrr patientrrrr patientrrrr this test..paterrrrrr patient Raka....." Say it while stepping with a limp step and a collapsed face.

"Well, if I'm a wife, I'll do you a favor. I can't leave the room for a week. I made you grimace like I am now. Just look!" He muttered again, without realizing it, if the Queen kept watching her from behind the cottage window. Queen kept laughing at Raka, especially when she saw Raka walking while holding her waist.

"Oh my God, so good is he. But I have no intention of laughing at him, O God, it's just that this tingle is unbearable. Poor, but funny. How's dong... ?" Queen murmured again laughing loudly from behind that window.