Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

106. Craving

The sky still looked quite bright, but in Iis eyes a tinge of twilight had been clearly visible as his face which now looked reddish.

Riding his motorbike that drove over the streets of the village that was like an uneasy way of life, Iis continued to smile at anyone who met him along the road to go home.

It was clear when indeed his mood was flowery, happy with everything that had just happened.

Oh oh.. dragonflies can be seen flying from the rice field area was now seen like small fairies flying with gold powder.

"Can I exchange my thoughts with Ms Iis if there are obstacles when teaching?"

Ridwan asked when he was accompanying Iis who was going home, which of course Iis immediately nodded without having to consider again.

"I still need a lot to learn also Ma'am, as the ideals of Bu Iis who wants children to love his country by seeing and recognizing his country from history, I as a religious teacher also so. I want them to really hold the value of religion in everyday life, loving the Prophet Shallahu alaihi wasallam and his friends with a genuine love that they will also be able to follow his figure."

Hearing him Iis of course strongly agreed, though,

"Of course, it must be so Mr. Ridwan, basically, why the great figures of our country can be intelligent, great, and straight, also in the end we will find them are noble figures. Bung Hatta, General Sudirman, KH. Agus Salim, Tjokroaminoto, and many others, are the figures of our nation are the people of sholeh."

"Sweep Bu Iis, including KH. Ahmad Dahlan and KH. Hashim Asy'ari."

"Exactly Mr. Ridwan."

Iis nodded while smiling.

And Iis's smile continued to spread even until now where the two were no longer chatting, when Iis was on his bike and driving home.

Until then he finally reached the yard of his house, which seemed to me sweeping the terrace and immediately stopped when he saw the arrival of his daughter.

"It's so late."

Said Mother.

Iis who heard Mom complaining seemed to smile, he opened his helmet, then got off the bike.

Approaching the Mother to then Iis shake hands.

Torlets... Torlets... Torlets...

Simultaneously, an itinerant siomay merchant wearing an ontel bicycle passed by.

"Paaaac... Sionaaaay..."

Call Iis, who then after kissing the back of Mom's hand first, then rush down from the terrace again to return to the front road where there is a siomay basket stops.

"Mom want siomay too?"

Iis asked while looking at Mother who was actually wondering, why does Iis' face look so radiant, about what happened? That's what my mother thought.

"There's a pare you know, Mom."

Said Iis again, who now appeared to be standing in front of the hot-steaming siomay boiler.

Some neighbors also approached, including some children who lived around the house.

"Mom take the plate first."

Mom finally said, Iis nodded,

"I take the plate first sir, this is for the children first, later I will pay sir for the children."

Iis said to the Mr. Siomay seller,

"Children will be Miss Iis who paid, the money saved yes who made buy siomay."

Iis said again this time to the children of his neighbors, which of course immediately welcomed the joy of the children.

Actually, Iis did that because two a among the five children who were sajan siomay was a sister who was an orphan.

Iis already used to if snacks with them, surely Iis who will pay for the bill.

Every month, Iis also usually set aside two hundred thousand for those whose mother Iis later delivered to his mother the orphans.

"Maturnuwun Bu Guru Iis..."

They said, Iis seemed to smile at the children.

"Everything dear."

Iis replied as she gently rubbed the heads of the orphans lovingly, who indeed happened to be standing closest to Iis.

Isn't Rosulullah like that? Every time he met orphans, he would gently and lovingly wipe the heads of the orphans.

This simple treatment may be considered trivial by some people, but in fact, a gentle hand rub on the head, can make children feel their hearts warm. They will feel loved, loved, cared for, considered and so not discouraged.

Children who do not have complete parents are often easily inferior, more easily sad, and afraid if there are people who are fierce to them, while they have no place to ask for protection.

Iis walked towards the house building to catch up with her mother who had already entered.

Arriving in the living room, his mother seemed to be going out again carrying two empty plates.

"This is Mom."

Iis took two plates in his mother's hand.

Said Mother.

Iis also gave her helmet and bag to Mom.

"Mother's got no saos?"

Ask before going out again.

"Wear just a little, do not use cabbage, bitter melon just the same siomay and know."

Mother Message.

"Potatoes mboten?"

Iis asked again, looking like Mom was shaking her head.

"No need Is, if you eat potatoes you know so full."

Said Mother.

Iis chuckled.

"And potatoes contain carbohydrates ma'am, so full."

"That's why, don't use potatoes, later even lazy dinner."

Sahut.

Iis nodded, after that out of the house again to buy siomay.

Some neighbors have also begun to murmur carrying dishes for siomay snacks,

Directly seen the face of the siomay basket that beamed because the merchandise immediately many who buy.

"Where is it, sir?"

A neighbor asked the siomay basket.

"Oh, I was originally Petarukan Bu, here contracted in the contract of Pak Haji Imron."

"Eh sir Haji Imron that generous right?"

"With leres ma'am, so good he was, every month that contracted rationed sembako."

Answer bakul siomay.

"Pak Haji Imron's contract means which side the hell? There's a lot of rent there."

Asked one of the other neighboring mothers, Iis seemed to just listen, while waiting for the siomay basket that was concocting the order Iis on the plate.

"The back of the mosque is there eleven doors, if a little far it is about eight doors and there are also fifteen doors that seem not far from SD Waru two Bu."

Answer the siomay basket again.

"We're amazing yo."

"Lha yes it was Pak Haji Imron right that if Lebaran Haji just slaughtered the cow up to five you know, the meat is up here."

The mothers finally got to talk about Haji Imron.

"Children who teach in his place also if Ramadan is always given a hundred thousand money to buy new clothes."

Said bakul siomay again.

"Oh yes, my son was still SD naji there, the time that ngajar njai was still his brother Pak Haji Imron, what was his name Ustadz Ahmad if not wrong."

"Lho yes has changed for a long time if Ustadz Ahmad, has replaced Ustadz Soleh, who Ramadan last year ngisi lecture at dawn here mosque."

"Weh instead of ustadz Soleh has also moved now, right sir?"

A Mother in a siomay basket who is now giving peanut seasoning on a siomay concoction order Iis.

"Enggih Bu, has moved long yo, it's been a matter of months even like."

Answer the basket Siomay.

"Oalah. whereas it's good to pas ngisi college that dawn."

"Let's not joke too much, so we'll understand."

Said another mother.

"But there is already a substitute for Mothers, it's a very handsome ustadznya even, his name is Ustadz Ridwan, still a bachelor, indigenous people there, well many Mothers and Fathers have been busy talking about his figure, he said, to want to be a ghost."

And...

Uhuk...

Iis who heard it immediately coughed.

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