Halal Me With Your Parent's Ridho

38. The Good Girl

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Every mistake that occurs whether intentional or not will always eliminate a thousand good things done. Sometimes mistakes can change something bad for the better. Once we make a mistake, sometimes thousands of eyes look at us with a condescending look. As for Allah, He loves his returned servant, who is merciful in his prayer for forgiveness.

So every mistake does not necessarily connote bad, it all depends on where he is located and we interpret it.Time has left the bad memories of the past behind, without wanting to take him to step into the future. Badness and kindness always go hand in hand in rhythm.

Three months after the accident happened, Tari came back with her life again. It was just that now that he was living with his two angels, his health had already recovered as it was.

" Well, let's stop hugging him. Let's have breakfast first. "

" Yes nduk. "

The middle-aged man immediately stopped his activities. And cleaned his hands and feet in the shower next to the hut. Then approached Tari who was busy opening the bushel in the hut.

" Come on, let's eat first. "

" Yes nduk, cook what this wah fragrant make father more hungry. "

" Ni sir, same vegetable pepes pindang there is tempe bacem as well. " Laying the rice and the side dish on the plate, and then given to his father.

" Thank God, today it is still given a sustenance. Still healthy, so you can eat even if you pack anything. Alhamdulillah also we still have sustenance so that it is still able to eat with side dishes, there are still many hungry out there.

" Enggeh sir, God willing Ijah will always be grateful. "

" Samplean don't eat nduk ? "

" Mboten sir, I've started fasting today. "

The atmosphere of the morning was very calm, coupled with a gentle breeze added to the enjoyment of this morning. It is now in the growing season, so everyone is preparing their land for planting. The atmosphere of the rice fields became crowded, some were hoeing, some were plowing and some had started planting rice. Every morning Tari always went to the fields to help his father's work, took weed plants, and took kul paddy fields that could become pests when the rice was planted.

After the sun began to rise, and the light had started to give the heat Dance stopped her activities. Sweat splashed on his forehead, he violently rubbed his breath felt bad - bored when he was not standing. The sun this afternoon is really not friendly, but usually the Sun is not this bright because it has started to enter the rainy season.

He immediately washed his feet and hands in the shower near the hut, then walked to the hut waiting for his father. He took the cellphone he put in a small bag, rubbed it flat object. Found a message in a chat application on his phone, opened with a smile on his lips.

⁇ ️ Assalamualaikum

After Ashar we stopped by the house.

⁇ ️ Yes, guess - guess what until peng dimasakin what ? let's not prepare.

Chat is from Mbak Rina, he reported that he would stop by Tari's house. It has become a habit of Ms. Rina when visiting always ask for input by Ms. Fatma. Because he felt that the cuisine of Ms. Fatma was like the cuisine of her mother. So Tari always asks what Mbak Rina wants, what else considering the situation of Mbak Rina who is pregnant.

️ No need to Tar, we will stop by for a long time because we are not only two. But later if there's taro or cassava I want. M wes manganese race Yo gelem

⁇ ️ Oh that's it, I happen to be downstairs, so all I snip.

⁇ ️ thank you in advance Assalamualaikum.

⁇ ️ Ih tumben says thank you, Walaikumsalam.

Dari immediately took the hoe that was under the hut stand, then she walked to the rice field rod selected some taras that she felt was the time to harvest. He seemed to be having trouble pulling the taro, probably because the power was up. Mr. Grace who knew it immediately approached the princess only wayangnya.

" Here let me just nduk that retract, until the power is less. "

" uh Dad, Ijah's energy seems to have run out well today is very hot. " Say her while handing over the hoe she was using.

" Kok tumben nduk nyabut talas is indeed until again want. "

" Mboten well later Mbak Rina comes, ask for taras well the same cassava. But it seems that cassava is still at home. " Say Dance with a little bit of memory - remember.

" Yes we have taken it now rather a lot, so let it be taken home as well. "

They also pulled out some more taro, and when it was enough they immediately went home. It does not take long to get home because the distance of the rice fields and the house is quite close. Dance immediately towards the side door of her house, towards the kitchen. There his mother was busy making a broomstick just to wear it herself.

" Assalamualaikum "

" Walaikumsalam, where's your father nduk ?"

" But behind the buk, Mbak Rina later stopped by to ask in masakin taras buk same cassava ni Tari had been looking for tarasnya. Cassava still seems to be home. "

" Samplean put it there, let me peel it first. Sana sampean clean - clean first. "

" Buddy buk"

For Dance with children is a fun thing, which is able to eliminate all complaints and cause a sense of happiness and satisfaction for him. Since childhood he aspired to become a teacher of Taman Kanak - Kanak, and after adulthood he was able to realize his ideals.

" Nduk, everything's ripe. Sampean tata on the plate will fit there is a guest to stay served. "

" Anggeh buk, Ms. Rina said not only the two buk. "

" Oalah, fortunately, the cooking was also a bit much nduk. "

" Yes if it is still less let's bring the raw buk, hehehehe. "

" Sampean was nduk, "Sighing deeply, his forehead looked wrinkled indicating that the one with the face was thinking about something.

" What's buk, I think there's something to say. "

" umz, ... It's nduk, it's okay. Rina until what time ? Samean ngak clean - clean house first to ?"Ms. Fatma replied trying to divert the conversation.

" Buk, don't hide anything from Ijah, because Ibuk isn't good at lying. "

" So pasamean to the same rice field Father, Mas Yadi and Mbak Darmi came here they invited us to attend the lecture at his home later after Isyak nduk. "

" How does mom not want to attend ? "

" I don't know nduk, "

" It would be nice if our book is present, is not teaching not a bad thing and Rosullulloh also strongly recommends the demekian bukian. Then what makes Ibuk hesitate not to attend ? "

" How does it feel until then, not to mention the views of people. "

" Ibuk, even though there is nothing that makes Ijah hurt because of our departure there to attend the event. And also Ijah was already Ihklas with everything that happened, and again mother did not need to think about the words of others. Think of Pakde Yadi da Bude Darmi who has always been kind to us. "

" Buk is right what Ijah said, I should not listen to the words of others. Later we will be the same - the same goes there. " Say Mr. Grace who came from the back door of the house.

It was not felt that Ashar reverberated and all the residents of the house had finished fulfilling their obligations. Currently they were on the terrace next to the house, Ijah was watering vegetable plants neatly arranged on the shelves - bamboo shelves in the side. While Mr. Rahmat and Ms. Fatma were sitting on a wooden bench on the side porch while eating cassava and taro that was cooked earlier. A white car stopped in front of the house, and came down some people who were immediately welcomed by the small family.

" Assalamualaikum "

" Walaikumsalam "

" Monggo please enter Gus Reyhan, Ms. Rina, "

All the guests were welcome in, and they immediately went inside. While Dance did not welcome the guest, she went straight to the kitchen to make a drink. In the preparation of several drinks with several types of drinks, when it is finished immediately Dance brought him to the guest room. And serve those drinks. Then he passed by taking the taro and cassava that he had prepared earlier.and a plate of glutinous tapai wrapped in banana leaves that Bu Fatma made a few years ago.

It turns out that the one who was with Gus Reyhan and Mbak Rina was Kiyai Bahrudin, with his wife Buniki Salamah and their youngest daughter Nafisah. Kiyai Bahrudin is the younger brother of Gus Reyhan's father who means Pak lek to Gus Reyhan. They had just come from Kediri residence Kiyai Bahrudin and headed to Malang.

" Kiyai this is our daughter, Nyimas Khodijah Bramastari. " Say Mr. Grace introduced his daughter.

Dance smiled as she cupped her hands to her chest and smiled. The girl looked so beautiful with a maroon color and scarf, her face was plain without any makeup sweep but her lips were still red. The little girl's breath came over to Tari who was sitting in front of her, commenting on the smile on her pure white face.

" Geek, what's his name. ?

" My name is Nafisa's sister, " While sitting next to Tari

Chat after chat and laughter rang out from the small house. Everyone seemed to be blending in with their own chatter. While Tari awaits Nafisa who wants to see goats in the cage behind the house. How happy the little girl was when she was behind the house of Dance because of the many things she found. Until - until he did not want to leave the place, until the sound of a call from the front made the little girl inevitably leave the place.

Kiyai Bahrudin said goodbye to the two middle-aged pairs, and followed by Gus Reyhan and Mbak Rina who also say goodbye. While Nafisa is still reluctant to release her hand from the hand of Dance. As usual every time you visit here, Ms. Fatma always brings by - by to Ms. Rina. For this time they bring the tuber plants - tubers and also sambel pecel and dried potatoes that always do not miss.

" Let's thank you, excuse me, Assalamualaikum "

" Anggeh Kiyai, Walaikumsalam "

The car was driving away from the house at the speed of heading to the city of Malang.

" It looks like his daughter Mr. Grace was a good girl huh Ning Rina. " Say hello.

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