Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

129. Buy Breakfast

"Today the breakfast just buy it, ma'am? The gas's gone."

Said Mbak Wening glancing towards the back of the house where his mother was drying the face and prayer mats that had just been washed.

Mother always washed her own face and prayer mats, while for clothes washed Mbak Wening.

"Buy at Mbok Yem yem yang yang, fried same stir-fry."

Said Mother,

"Oh nggih Bu, Wening to Mbok Yem now wis, afraid to end his stir fry."

Said Mbak Wening.

"If there's a vegetable gudeg buy Ning for noon."

Mother said anyway, then throw the rest of the water in the bucket to bring the clean laundry just now.

Dumped on the ground of the backyard of the house, then bring the bucket to the well to put there.

Ma'am Wening went into the inner room to prepare for Mbok Yem's place, while behind Mother swept the courtyard with a broomstick.

It was still quite early in the morning, still half-six when Mbak Wening saw the clock.

Ridwan came out of the room almost simultaneously with Ajeng who also came out of his room and Mbak Wening.

Ajeng looked her hair was disheveled and her hands were busy rubbing her sepet eyes.

"Mother wants to go to Mbok Yem, later Mommy comes home to buy breakfast you should have a bath already."

Said Mrs Wening,

Knock-knuckle, please,

"Mum, the crisp bakwan sayure tumbas."

Ajeng Message.

"Let's go, I'll ask for something crisp."

Ma'am Wening.

"Mbok Yem is still selling to Mbak?"

Tanya Ridwan who seemed to take the keys of his motorbike from the nails that were beside the door of his room and also near the oval-shaped mirror that was hung on the wall between the door of Ridwan's room and the door of Mbak's room Wenings.

Mbak Wening who was busy wearing a hijab and pecked himself in front of the oval mirror even seemed to nod his head assent.

"Still selling is just not like it used to be selling, only in the kitchen, so if you want to buy also into the kitchen of the house, the entry must pass by the side."

Said Mbak Wening,

"Why why mbak?"

Ask Ridwan.

"And the stall was in the front of the house where his son lived, so the stall was dismantled, Mbok Yem moved to sales behind the house."

"Oh, you know how poor you are, so not many know."

"Yo Pancene, but what's more, it's also the kitchen for sale all Mbok Yem sleeps there, whether the bathroom is also not feasible."

Mbak Wening said the sad story of Mbok Yem.

"Wis ah, even so talk, tek go first,"

Said Mbak Wening who then rushed out of the house carrying his ontel bike.

Ridwan also walked into the front room, then took out his motto as well to be taken to the courtyard so that it could be heated.

The morning air in the village feels so cool and fresh, the wind that blows from the rice fields as if to accompany the speed of Mbak Wening's ontel bike that runs down the village road.

Mbok Yem's house is near the village hall, not too far from Wening's house.

"Mr..."

A mother greeted when Mbak Wening passed by with his bicycle, the mother whose house was only a few houses away from the house Mbak Wening was seen sweeping the yard.

"Mother's, monggo..."

Sahut Mbak Wening who while pedaling his bike.

Mbak Wening stopped his bike next to the house of Mbok Yem occupied by his son, then walked for a while towards the part occupied by Mbok Yem where the worn-out door was opened wide and there was smoke coming out of the cracks of the upper house.

"Assynoltom..."

Said Mbak Wening as he knocked on the door of Mbok Yem's house.

Hearing Mbak Wening's greeting, Mbok Yem looked at the door while answering Mbak Wening's greeting,

"Goddessalam..."

Ma'am Wening then went into a room that works for all sorts for Mbok Yem.

The room was originally a kitchen and bathroom and now also works for sale and at the same time stay mbok Yem.

"Fried tubers Mbok."

Said Mbak Wening,

"Ooh nggih, wait for Master Risma's order to finish nggih."

Mbok Yem.

Mbak Wening nodded then approached Mbok Yem to sit on the short bench near Mbok Yem in front of the wasp.

Near Mbok Yem, a medium-size basin with a patterned fried meat that is very tempting.

Fries made by Mbok Yem are famous crisp, crisp and savory pas it is arguably one of the most delicious fried foods in Waru village.

Mbok Yem is also still faithfully using wasps to fry his fry, that's why fried Mbok Yem is also arguably the most distinctive aroma, compared to fried foods in other places that have used gas stoves.

"This is Ma'am Master who ordered Mbok?"

Tanya Mbak Wening pointed to a basin containing fried foods that are very tempting.

"Yes that's Ma'am, to be taken to school, every morning a message to take to school."

Mbok Yem said,

"Oh, that's fine, Mbok,"

Ma'am Wening was happy to hear that, too,

"Sign Ma'am, alhmdulillah, this will be for daily, fifty thousand will make me big money Ma'am."

Mbok Yem.

Mbak Wening stumbled, then saw all parts of the room where Mbok Yem lived, including a wooden cot that was only called a thin floor mattress that seemed to be used no one.

Either his own former son, or maybe the former one of the neighbors who are eager to see the condition of Mbok Yem.

Ms Wening also saw a roof that looked completely black from being exposed to smoke from wasps every day.

Some of the tiles look sagging, which if it rains, then it is certain that the room will be flooded, until then finally weeded Mbok Yem by putting some buckets and basins under some sagging tiles.

It did not feel that Mbok Yem had completed the order of Master Risma.

He then took a container of cake dus that has always been provided by Bu Guru Risma from home to Mbok Yem do not need to bother preparing the wrap.

"Bak Wening, how many fried foods do you want?"

Ask Mbok Yem.

"Seven thousand Mbok,"

Answer Ms. Wening,

"What's Mbok doing today?"

Mbak Wening asked while standing up and then walked towards the wooden table near Mbok Yem, and next to the plate rack whose legs had been broken and had to be in a brick.

Mbak Wening opened the lid and lid of the cooking container, there is a jackfruit vegetable in yellow, there is a melinjo skin stirring mixed with pieces of tempe yesterday, and also another one there is a sambled fish.

"Wrap the stir fry and vegetables all later nggih Mbok, the same fish pindang sambalnya also."

Mbak Wening said to Mbok Yem who now started frying again, busy putting his hands into the dough and then took out tempeh that had been mixed with dough to get into hot oil.

Then...

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