Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

1. Go Home

"Terminals... Terminals... Terminals..."

The bus conductor shouted from the front door, along with the bus entering the terminal.

Ridwan, the young man rushed to stand as the other passengers, he fell asleep until finally carried to the terminal, even though he should be able to get off on the big road, because his village is just before the city terminal.

Ridwan held his backpack full of clothes and sarongs, while the box contained books and books he had to carry.

The bus stopped and a few passengers stood in line to get off.

Ridwan stood at the very back because most of the passengers were parents, so as a young person, he had to put them first.

The city looked wet, it seemed like the rain had just flushed.

Ridwan who just got off the bus approached several motorcycle taxi drivers.

"Where is Mas? Where's Mas going?"

"Ke Dukuh Waru Pak."

Answer Ridwan.

"Ooh let's be with me, I happen to be Waru's original in-law. Waru where is Mas?"

Ask one of the taxi drivers who swiftly picked up the dus that Ridwan had brought.

The handsome young man with the typical peci of the santri boy smiled manners.

"Waru Kidul Pak."

"Ooh Waru Kidul, Masjid Uswatun Hasanah right?"

"Please Sir."

"Well I know that, monggo... Monggo..."

The motorcycle taxi driver took Ridwan to his parked motorcycle.

Ridwan followed, this is certainly a sustenance for the actual Bus passengers, while there are no relatives or relatives who can pick up, he said, the existence of many motorcycle taxi drivers makes us helped without having to wait long to find another transportation.

It's okay to spend a little rupiah, if it can make people who are struggling to support their families can meet their kitchen needs.

"I have my chest, sir, there's a book about it."

Ridwan said, when the box contains books and books will be placed on the front of the motorbike for footrests.

"Oh... No, no. Mas, no..."

The carpenter gave the dus to Ridwan.

The young man accepted it with a smile.

The city air is not too hot today, although the typical coastal city wind still feels a little dry.

The road that still looks drenched, indicates if the rain fell quite heavy some time ago.

The motor drove away from the terminal and towards the village of Ridwan stay.

After almost eight years Ridwan was in another city, studying in pesantren while continuing school and college, now Ridwan finally really returned to his city.

Accepted as a Religious Teacher in Primary School where he had studied, Ridwan was very excited to return home.

Having useful knowledge, of course that is the ideal of Ridwan.

The knowledge he can share in children, which will be a small lamp when they feel the world is dark and can make them lost.

Not felt, the motorcycle taxi maker has entered the village area Waru, Ridwan gives instructions on where to go to his house which is not far from the Masjid Uswatun Hasanah.

The motorcycle taxi driver pointed in the direction given by Ridwan, until then in front of the house opposite him stretched a stretch of green rice field, Ridwan asked the motorcycle taxi driver to stop.

Three small children in the front yard who were playing looked at the arrival of Ridwan and the motorcycle taxi driver.

Until one of the children in the yard jumped up.

"Uncle Ridwan... Uncle Ridwan..."

The little girl greeted happily, and she ran into the house.

Ridwan smiled as he got off the bike, paying more to the motorcycle taxi driver.

"No need to go back Sir, it's okay, God willing I'm sincere, may you be blessed today."

Ridwan.

"Thank you, Mommy... Thanks."

Said the motorcycleman.

A mother and a younger woman came out from inside the simple house where a little girl came in.

Yes, it was Ridwan's mother and Ridwan's only sister who had just left the husband back to the Khalik one year ago.

"Monggo Mas, I'm sorry."

Pamit the gentleman.

Ridwan.

"Be careful sir."

"Most, assalamualaikum..."

Said the motorcycleman.

Ridwan replied accompanying the ojekman's departure.

Ridwan then approached his mother in front of the house that was still half made of the board.

"Assynoltom..."

Ridwan gave his regards.

"Goddessalam..."

Replied Ridwan's Mother and Sister together.

Ridwan greets the mother, kisses the back of her hand, and so does her older sister.

"Healthy Ma'am?"

Ridwan asked his mother, whose eyes seemed to be glazed with tears.

"Thank God, healthy blessings."

Answer Mother.

"The room has been tidied up, save your belongings Wan, then wash your face, Ma'am has cooked your favorite food."

Said Mbak Wening, Ridwan's older sister.

"Thank you Ma'am."

Ridwan then headed to his room,

"Make Ning's tea water warm."

"Mum's Good."

Ma'am Wening nodded.

"Ajeng, take a bath first it's late."

Said Mbak Wening to his son who will play again.

"Gegg Ma'am, this is gonna tell you guys first."

Sahut Ajeng's.

"Yes, let your friends also take a shower, then just go to tutoring."

Ma'am Wening.

"Sweety Ma'am."

Sahut Ajeng again, then ran out of the house to meet his friends.

Ridwan in the room seemed to put his backpack on a rather weathered wooden chair that he used as a study chair.

While dus contained his book and his book he put it on the table.

Ridwan unpacked his dus first, took out the contents, and compiled books and books during his pesantren on a table covered by a table cloth motif batik wayang Werkudara green.

Once neat, Ridwan just unpacked the contents of his backpack, took out gloves and clothes and shirts and pants, each of which only two to three pieces.

Ridwan presents many sarongs and shirts and his cockroach shirt for his fellow students at the boarding school.

As Muslims, it is not good to keep too many clothes, if the clothes are more useful for others, then it is better given to them, he said, moreover, santri children who will wear it to teach, pray and other worship, which of course it will be very beneficial to the world of the afterlife, where clothes are not just to close the aurat, but also to cover the afterlife, especially for style.

Ridwan arranged his clothes, pants and sheath in a wooden cabinet which was also an old model.

The wooden cabinet consisted of two doors, and one of the doors was a large mirror glass that he could use to reflect.

After finishing tidying everything up, then Ridwan prepared to get out of the room.

Of course after a second hand to carry his books and books he put them under his wooden bed, and his backpack he hung behind the door of the room.

Ridwan though men are very neat.

Ridwan came out of the room, revealing a brown curtain of ancient motifs.

"Eat, this tea mumpung mumpung still warm Wan."

Mbak Wening said when Ridwan entered the dining room of their house which is also simple.

Seen a serving of sambal tucked on a cobek with steamed pete, and a plate of flourless fried tempeh tofu and fried fresh fish on a table lined with plaid plastic tablecloths.

"Wash your face first, Mother."

Ridwan.

Ma'am Wening nodded.

In the back of the house, where there is an open courtyard Mother can be seen sitting below while busy batik.

Ridwan passed the mother to go to the bathroom because he was going to wash his face.

The bathroom is lined with one room for the toilet and next to it is a well above which is covered with wooden boards.

Around the well there are some shrubs, there are also some fruits such as Pineapple and Melon.

Not far from there is a chicken coop that only contains three chickens, which is next to the Rambutan tree which if in season is quite fruitful.

The courtyard was surrounded by a two-and-a-half-meter-high bamboo fence, on which it was made pointed.

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