Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

115. coincidence Again

And throughout this day, Ridwan and Iis were both unable to concentrate on teaching. They are not as usual who can teach casually, make children enjoy hours of lessons, today they teach like just relying on reading package books.

Ridwan who should have made a summary of the material he would bring even forgot to bring his notes, he left it just at the desk of the Master room, and did not remember at all until he entered the class.

The children seemed a little confused to see Ridwan who today looks so unfocused, even several times he looks suddenly silent.

Yep...

Ridwan, however, cannot deny that the thought of meeting Anisa and having to help Vishnu convey his intention is very heavy.

Anika...

After all she was the first girl who even to this day was able to enter her heart.

Make Ridwan dream a lot of things about him, including also dreaming of having a sakinah family, mawadah and warahmah with him.

Dreaming of having a small family with Anisa, and then having some children with her.

Ridwan even dreamed he would teach a lot of knowledge to Anisa, he would teach a true session, a correct prayer procedure, and, read the true Qur'an and all the things that Ridwan wanted to become a priest for Anisa until later Anisa could become a woman and a wife who is a solikhah.

But...

The reality that happened was very bitter, not only did everything not go as desired, but it also walked as if it hurt Ridwan.

Ridwan is really forced to learn to sincerely give up his dream, forced to return all his love only to Robb'nya.

God created Anisa.

God allowed Ridwan to have love for Anisa.

It is God who writes down the destiny of who is right to be their soul mate.

Yep...

Indeed, man has a sense of love is for man is able to measure himself that the great love for creatures is also the same great love for God and Rosulullah.

If the love of God is less, then it is sure that man is worthy.

And if the love of God is greater than that of any other creature of God, then the man is fortunate.

And perhaps, all this time, Ridwan secretly loved Anisa more than he loved God.

Perhaps his heart did more to mention the name of Anisa than to mention the name of Allah.

Perhaps his mind was more used to think of Anisa and dissolve in empty delusions with Anisa, than his mind was used to think of God's power, to think of God's greatness, to think of God's greatness, to think of God's love for all his creatures without exception.

Ridwan is now completely forged by God to be able to learn sincerely in real form.

Taken his love, even he was required to release it directly.

Exams...

This is a real test.

Humiliation and abuse Pak Haji Syamsul in fact it is just a small test.

This is the most important, where the test of patience and sincerely releasing love must be passed at the same time.

Taking off for other men, the one Ridwan only saw and heard his lunge already felt so small when compared to him.

Teeeeeet...

Suddenly the sound of the bell of the last lesson today rang.

Ridwan in the fifth grade, teaching in the last hour looked surprised.

He saw that his students were immediately busy cleaning their school equipment.

Ridwan sighed, as it seemed that today, he had truly failed to become a good Teacher.

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On the road not far from Waru Dua elementary school, Iis guided her motorcycle which broke down again.

It turns out true said the repairman if the motor Iis down the engine only.

In the past Iis motorcycles were bought from a brother who wandered in Jakarta. He used his motorbike in Jakarta, but after he bought a new motorcycle with a Jakarta plate, the motorbike that Iis brought from the village was sold in the village and finally bought by Iis.

That's what the repairman said when Iis used to pick up his bike.

"Later down the machine only Master, if not yes mending sold only, buy new."

Said the repairman again.

Iis tired of guiding his motorbike, he stopped for a moment.

Not only did one or two men offer help, but Iis politely declined.

Iis is clearly not a woman who easily accepts the help of men, let alone foreign men who are not known.

Iis took a tissue from her bag, wiped the sweat on her forehead, the hot sun made Iis sweat faster due to the heat and also felt very tired.

The workshop is obviously still quite far, even though it feels like his legs have almost cramped.

"Astaghfirullah's..."

Iis pronounces istighfar.

Though earlier he rushed out of school because he wanted to get home quickly because he forgot his house was he key what not, because he was looking for the keys to his house in the bag did not meet.

Mbak Tiwi said the money next door was going to his brother's place, contact other neighbors, there were older people at home, of course Iis feel disrespectful if you have to tell them.

Some of their children are still in school and some are working.

Iis kneeling, truly man can not boast, although Iis easily remember any history he read in the book, he said, still the problem of the key to the house is trivial if God who does not make Iis remember, as smart as any human still can not remember.

"Astaghfirullah's..."

Iis said Istighfar again, he realized once if maybe his heart had been a little arrogant over his memory which is always considered extraordinarily intelligent by some people, especially those who know him and are close to him.

Iis then continued his weak steps demanding his motorcycle to the workshop, when then suddenly heard someone claxing and overtaking Iis.

The man then stopped his motorbike in front of the Iis motorbike, forcing Iis to finally stop his steps.

"Why else, Mom?"

Looks like the person who is none other than Ridwan was looking at Iis with pity.

"Oh this sir, it looks like it really has to go down the machine."

Said Iis limp.

Ridwan got off his bike, he approached Iis and then helped check the bike.

About five minutes passed, then Ridwan stood up again.

"Yes ma'am, it's like the machine, I brought it to Mom's workshop."

Ridwan.

"But it's still a little far away sir."

It's not good, though,

"It's okay, than Miss Iis who was led, right? I'm fine."

Ridwan then took over the motorbike Iis,

"Mother just use my motorbike, to the workshop first, wait for me there, I will return home."

Ridwan.

Iis of course did not want to refuse, but again he suddenly remembered Anisa.

"Well but, I'd like to stop by one place first, just for a second anyway, is that okay?"

Ridwan asked as he looked at Iis, who immediately made Iis as he had, nodding in agreement.

Ridwan smiled, then he started riding on the bike Iis then took him on the road with both feet moving the bike.

Iis himself replaced Ridwan wearing Ridwan motorbike and chose to follow Ridwan from behind, rather than going to the workshop first while there will be many men who certainly make Iis uncomfortable.

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