Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

125. Matching

"Assynoltom... Assalamualaikum..."

There was a voice of people saying greetings in front of Ridwan's house, his voice was loud enough to sound up to the inner room.

"Goddessalam..."

Answer everything inside.

From Mbak Wening, Mother, even Iis who looks just finished receiving a phone call from Anisa.

Iis went inside the house again, where it looks like Madam Wening and new Mother will leave the house to make sure there are guests who.

Until then there was the sound of Ridwan motorbike entering the yard, then the voice of Ridwan who spoke in front of the house that seemed to be with the person who said greetings.

"Bu Wening's house is really a chip seller, right, Mas?"

Ask the person who said hello, he was like a courier.

Ridwan who has come down from his motorbike is now seen standing face to face with the courier sir.

The courier in the motorbike seems to have a mini bike for the children who are tied up,

"Sir, this is Miss Wening's house, what's the matter?"

Ask Ridwan.

The courier then handed him a piece of paper from a bicycle shop in a shopping complex around the market.

At the same time Mbak Wening looked out of the house with Mother, followed by Iis.

"No Wan?"

Ask Mbak Wening as he goes down the terrace and approaches Ridwan.

"It's from the bike shop, Ma'am Wening bought a bike to?"

Ridwan asked while handing over the payment receipt paper from the bicycle shop to Mbak Wening,

"Early, yes,"

Ma'am Wening giggled himself, then,

"Ngopo to Ma'am?"

Ridwan became confused to see his brother even giggled indistinctly,

"That's, more money to buy a refrigerator, Mbak buy a bike for Ajeng, but the money is still less so tek bring again, alhmdulillah one week crowded orders so can make additional buy Ajeng bikes, buy Ajeng bikes, this morning Ma'am prank told Ms. Rahmi, I think this was bought by her."

Ma'am Wening.

"Oh this Ma'am, yo wis telfon Bu Rahmi, is it true is not this his bike?"

Said Ridwan finally while shaking his head.

Mbak Wening was then quickly run into the house to find his cellphone that was easy to drop and a little bit had to be in the chas.

"Wan, that's his father told him to come in first,"

Said Mother,

"Mum's Good."

Sahut Ridwan, then invite Mr. Courier to enter the house first while waiting for Mbak Wening to make sure that the bike sent is owned by Ajeng who was bailed out to buy Bu Rahmi first.

"Mom, let Iis make a wedang for the guest Mom, it's okay."

Iis said, as soon as he saw his mother Ridwan looked straight towards the kitchen as soon as the courier sir sat in the living room with Ridwan.

"Lho yo troublesome Bu Master to,"

Ridwan's mother was not good, but Iis quickly shook her head,

"Mboten Ma'am, don't bother at all, ma'am, it's okay, let's just Iis."

Said Iis who then walked ahead of his mother Ridwan towards the kitchen.

It was heard from inside the room Mbak Wening spoke to Bu Rahmi through a telephone connection from her cellphone.

"Oalaah I really so delicious this Bu Rahmi until bailed buy a bicycle."

Mbak Wening said to Bu Rahmi, who is the principal of the Kindergarten where Ajeng once attended school.

Anyway, the origin is not credit money, said Bu Rahmi.

While Mbak Wening was still busy chatting insensitive snide if the courier sir waited, Iis seemed to have finished brewing tea and then brought it to the living room.

His mother Ridwan in the middle room prepared two jars, one containing banana chips made by Mbak Wening, and the other contained a famous brand wafer that bought from a minimarket.

"Monggo on the porch, sir."

Iis said well-mannered as soon as he finished putting two cups of tea wedang on the living room table,

"Oh nggih Bu Ustadzah,"

Sahut Pak courier, who yearya Iis is Ridwan's wife.

The courier immediately called Ridwan with a call pak ustadz because he had just asked Ridwan where he had just gone from.

Yes bias, standard pleasantries people who just know if you want to chat and look familiar.

Iis called Bu Ustadzah unconsciously so turned to look at Ridwan who seemed to only stumble with a smile.

There was no refutation done Ridwan, making Iis so confused as to what to react.

His mother Ridwan emerged from the inner room carrying him a jar that he had deliberately prepared for their guest tea buddies.

Iis who saw it of course immediately helped bring it and put it on the guest table as well.

Ridwan welcomed the two jars that were served, opened the lid of the jar, so that the courier sir could taste.

"Monggo sir, I'm sorry this is so bad,"

Said Ridwan anyway,

"Okay, this is also very Alhamdulillah Mr. Ustadz, rarely now anyone who pays attention to people who work like me. Like, delivering goods not scolded me it was relieved, wong sometimes there is just a material for me to blame."

The courier sir confided.

"How could that be so for you sir? Mbok if there is nothing wrong and blame yo do not want, who firmly you say, if there is to such a person. It's not true that kind of person, is it Mr Ridwan?"

Iis to Ridwan, which makes Ridwan jadu feel naive to see Iis even become his own emotion. Even more emotional than the courier father who experienced.

"Please ma'am, don't get mad at me."

Said Ridwan who made Iis so laugh,

"Well, who's angry is equally bad."

Iis said in between her laughter.

And no matter how long, Madam Wening finally appeared in the living room from the inner room.

He just finished talking on the phone with Bu Rahmi related to the bailout funds given by Bu Rahmi on Ajeng's bike, which he had received, which in the end even so decided by Mbak Wening to be paid on credit only.

"I'm sorry sir, because it's been a bit long. But, Alhamdulillah after going through a tough discussion, finally there has been a decision that it is a bicycle for my child's Ajeng."

Said Mbak Wening, after muter-muter with his sentence.

Ridwan seemed to sigh, his only brother did sometimes like to appear strange.

"Oh alhmdulillah, so this means I'm not wrong address?"

Ask Mr. Courier make sure again.

"Please sir, mboten."

Reply Ma'am Wening.

"Then, the bike monggo is seen by Mom, maybe there is a compliment, so I can immediately convey."

The Courier said again,

Ma'am Wening also looked at the yard where now the bike for Ajeng is still on top of the motorbike of Mr. Courier.

"Tek put it down, ma'am..."

The courier rushed up from his seat and headed to the courtyard of the house.

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