Our Love Among Corona

When the Buddhist Sutra and Quranic Verses Go Together

A few days later, the ripple of our quarrel began. Perhaps because the uncertainty of the Corona conditions has almost killed our impatience. He several times looking for ways to buy tickets and trying to get information that can provide a gap to be able to fly to Indonesia. Result nil.

I started crying again and was saddened by this. I feel like this relationship should be maintained desperately. Because for the first time, I fell in love this deep and as if all I could was centered on him right now. Missing makes this chest tight. Every time I open the Love is not Tourism group, some relationships also run aground again due to regulatory uncertainty and conditions.

This is Ramadan, a special month for me, as well as for all the other Muslims in the world. Time to fast, and worship. I was disobedient in worship. However, because of the traditions we have maintained since I was a child, this month comes to give its own meaning.

I like challenges. The ramadhan month is vibrant with that challenge. Resisting hunger, anger, and other passions. Keep the heart, diligent teaching and it's all an inseparable series. The challenge this time in my life, is also not just about this. Ramadan brings new challenges. About my relationship with Luky being tested.

"Vashla, what will you open with?" Tania asked while attaching the bag to her shoulder. This kid must be going to the mall, I thought.

"Mhmm haven't thought, most order only. Uh but you went to the mall. Nitip aja deh" I made a list of food for him that can be spent in 3 different stores. Bread, Sweet food, heavy food and drinks.

Tania doesn't fast. But he always cared and cared for me who fasted. He has a very sincere spirit of tolerance. Indonesia, this country is indeed a reflection of the country of tolerance as our friendship. However, in some circumstances, it is not entirely peaceful and tolerant.

In the month of fasting, I did not miss work and sports. Happy afternoon or evening sports after breaking the fast. But also do not miss reading the Quran, because I have a hobby khatam Quran in Ramadan. I read the Quran to the end and I usually end it on 15 fasts. Although I actually did it not because I was diligent in worship, but a habit that has been maintained since childhood.

One time my grandmother said before dying, let me witness you khatam Quran first, at least 7 times. Since then for fear of my grandmother dying, before seeing me khatam Quran 7 times, I often teach to wait for the moment where I always tell him that I am Khatam Quran, again and again. Even though it has been more than 7 times as he asked before.

Interestingly this month of fasting in the Corona period, I did not read the Quran alone. There was Tania accompanying, like this morning. From next to my room, I could hear Tania chanting Buddhist sutras, because she had just explored her curiosity about Buddhism. Sometimes there are bells. While from my room, the verses of the Quran go hand in hand with the verses he recites.

From him I learned a lot. Tania is a perfect example for me when it comes to tolerance. We were both so different, one Aceh, one Chinese, living in the same house. The verses we read are as tolerant of each other as our hearts in love. After worship, sometimes we gather in the living room, watching TV together. We still like to follow Corona news updates on TV. Seeing the development of cases in Jakarta and other cities.

Indonesia is no exception. Hurricane Corona unmitigated. The government issued a new regulation, namely the prohibition of homecoming. Soon Lebaran, nomads from various parts of the city or any region in Indonesia, will fight desperately to be able to return home. Some live in the region for years, working to raise money to support families, some are saved to buy Eid tickets to gather with children, wives and parents.

The rules of travel ban look cruel. But the government must suppress the pace of Corona spread before it is too late. It will be very difficult to handle it if Covid-19 is spread to various regions in Indonesia. Moreover, the population of Indonesia which reached 271 million people. Hospitals will be congested, while government preparations have not been adequate. So, the regulation of travel ban, must be issued by the government.

Another reason, of course, we do not want our favorite people in the village exposed to the virus we carry. Of course no one knows, even many people do not realize, because our indifference to the condition, instead causing difficult conditions in the family of love.

"Hallo mak" said I.

"Again what? eat already?" two sentences that will never be absent are asked in all our conversations via phone.

As usual we will both give news and updates of each other's lives. I was so excited to tell the festivity of the month of Ramadan there. He mentioned all of my favorite Iftar cakes sold every afternoon near our house.

"Mamak bought Dadar Gulung Srikaya yesterday, but only bought a few. You don't exist, it's your favorite cake. It feels bad, eating without you" explained the mother in a voice that was not too excited as she opened our conversation earlier. My mouth was moving to tell him. That, not only the PSBB is extended by the government, but this longing will also last a long time to come.

"I can't go home" finally came out of my mouth.

"Why?" tanyanya sad.

"The new government issued a law prohibiting homecoming. All flights were stopped. So I can not go back to Aceh and gather this Eid" I explained.

"Yes already. Wait after the eid. My leg pain is getting worse. The wound was not dry and began to spread" the words from my mother made me stunned and so sore. I've been sending money every month for treatment. He was exposed to blood sugar, although the dry type that initially looked not too dangerous, so severe now.

"What did the doctor say?" tanyaku.

"The doctor said that if it does not improve it must also amputate his fingers" he said so lightly. While my heart is tight. I sobbed.

"Hiks.mhm...hiks.I can't be there even when you're sick like this" I said among my cries.

"Don't cry, mom will be fine. There's a guarding adek here. The important thing is that you take care of yourself there" my mother is much stronger than me when it comes to dealing with pain and hurt.

I'm fragile, if the family is having problems like this. Plus my relationship struggles on the verge of breaking up with the quarrels that keep coming. It will be Ramadan and heavy Eid.