Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

146. The Sender Sate

Tok tok...

There was a knock on the front door of the house, and also the sound of people saying greetings.

Ridwan came out of the room, he had finished bathing and had looked neat with holsters and raw white cocoa and white peci as well.

The Maghrib Adhan has been heard from the mosque and the mosque, Ridwan wobbly, quiet.

Ridwan finally walked into the front room, to open the door because someone had come.

Krieeeee...

There was a creaking sound of the door opening, Ridwan saw a man of the same age Mbak Wening seemed to stand in front of the door of the house smiling at him.

"Nuwun sewu, this is Madam Wening's house right?"

Asked the man, Ridwan nodded,

"Mr, is there anything I need to help you with? Ma'am Wening seems to be in the back."

Ridwan.

"Ooh, that's so."

At first glance, a disappointed look on the man's face.

"Just like this, this is the satay, he said Ajeng asked to eat side dishes."

Said the man then while handing the package of chicken satay to Ridwan,

"Oh no Mas, so how much Mas? Let me be just fine."

Said Ridwan who saw the jacket worn by the man it seems to be the name of the online motorcycle.

"No need De, no need, no already, it's just me just take it."

"Lho, does this mean it's already paid for Mas?"

Ask Ridwan to make sure again,

"Sampun, kersane."

The man was stumbling, after which he quickly went away, and,

"Monggo De, it's maghrib, excuse me,"

"Oh nggih Mas... Nggih, maturnuwun."

The man turned to go down the porch and head for his bike.

Ridwan himself went into the house to bring a package of satay to Ajeng's room.

The sound of a motorbike engine in front of the house is heard from inside the house, then in the afterthought then the sound of the male motor exhaust away.

Mother appears to emerge from the kitchen door to the middle room when Ridwan will enter Ajeng's room carrying a package of satay, Mother seems to have just finished ablution.

"Sate for Ajeng, Mom."

Ridwan.

"Ooh yeah, Wening said he said the same message to people."

Sahut Mother,

Along with that, Madam Wening also appeared with her hair rolled up in a towel, wearing a green negligee and a towel that was larger than the one on her head wrapped around her waist.

Ask Ma'am Wening, please,

"It's satay, it was ojek who sent."

Ridwan.

"That's what, you paid Wan? Let Mbak change Wan."

Ma'am Wening was in a hurry to enter the room as well, Ridwan handed his chicken satay package to Mbak Wening.

"Oalah, there is no Ma'am, earlier the ojeknya said he had paid Mbak, would tek pay did not want he said earlier. I think Madam Wening took the money first."

Said Ridwan,

"Weh, not yet Wan, Ma'am Wening hasn't nitip the money."

Wening's mother finally entered the room,

"Jeng, where's Mom?"

There was a sound of Mrs Wening in her question room.

"It's Ajeng to watch Conan."

Ajeng.

"Waduuuh, Ibuuu quota."

Mbak Wening.

Ridwan and his mother looked at each other, and finally shook their heads, because they did not have to wait long, Madam Wening immediately came out a series of carriages of words for her son.

Ridwan decided to go to the mosque only, while Mother to her room, although before entering the room Mother still took the time to ask Ridwan, what dinner tonight, and then Ridwan answered, saying,

"Mboten Ma'am, today was too full, was at home Iis, treated with boiled noodles with eggs, and a plate of fried tofu and tempe, because the rain ate very good, now it feels great satiety. So tomorrow morning ma'am, inshaAllah eat the song."

The mother who heard it so smiled, because it seems it is true Iis will be a good wife later for Ridwan.

"Yes, but later if you're hungry again, just say Mom, I'll tell you later."

Said mother.

Ridwan nodded, too,

"Most, maturnuwun Ma'am."

Maghrib sky mixed with cloud cloud is now spread over Kampung Dukuh Waru.

The twilight wind still feels moist because the earth is wet all day with rain.

The rice field unfolds in front of Ridwan's house, decorated with the rest of the sun's light that has receded.

Ridwan sped up his pace, occasionally jumping away from the puddles that filled the small holes of the broken street.

From the mosque, the voices of teenage children of the mosque are now beginning to actively chant Sholawat Nariyah.

Their voices echoed throughout Waru village, making the end of the day decorated with melodious voices they praised the Prophet as a form of love for His Majesty.

Ridwan smiled softly, feeling his heart warm because he heard teenage children are now not only interested in singing with music.

Yes, one of Ridwan's dreams, later on, the teenagers in Waru village can become tauland other village teenagers, later, so that as a young generation of modern Muslims must live in balance in enjoying life in the world and also pursue the Ridho Allah for the Hereafter.

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