Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

15. Morning Hustle

Ridwan was still reading the Quran while the dawn prayer rang out.

it has become a habit since the pesantren, Ridwan will wake up at three in the morning, then he will pray tahajud, recite and then read the Quran until dawn.

After dawn, he immediately closed his Koran, and then prepared to go to the mosque.

Ridwanese,

At a time when many young people choose to spend their nights playing games and even watching inappropriate videos, Ridwan does prefer not to do it.

Ridwan did not feel himself a holy pretender, or more entitled to heaven later after death.

No, it's not like that.

For Ridwan, spending time on things that do not bring benefits to him, fearing that later Ridwan will regret while time will not be able to be replayed.

If Ridwan watched inappropriate videos, Ridwan also feared that his eyes would lose sight, while the eyes had not been widely used to read the verses of Allah, instead just seeing the aurat of others.

No, Ridwan was trying to keep whatever God had left him. And he also wants to try to keep improving and keep improving.

Ridwan came out of the room, and almost simultaneously with Mbak Wening who also just came out of his room which was next to Ridwan.

"Sir, I'm going to the mosque first."

Pamit Ridwan's.

"Ooh, Iyo Wan..."

Said Mbak Wening whose eyes were still sepet.

"Later do not have to cook breakfast Ma'am, I go home Subuhan want to take a walk for a while, all of you will be looking for rice for breakfast."

Ridwan.

Heard it of course Mbak Wening was happy, because this morning he did not need to be tired of cooking, he said,

Ridwan walked out of the house, though,

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim..."

Ridwan set his foot towards the mosque.

The air was cold but fresh. The wind blows thinly slightly moist carrying dew and the aroma of leaves and the smell of wet soil because it was rained last night.

Ridwan walked in his quiet steps, walking down the village road towards the Uswatun Hasanah mosque.

"Ridwan's gone Ning?"

Mother appeared at the back door, as Wening's mother was seen washing dishes and cutlery last night at the well.

It looks like Mbak Wening is sitting on a small green plastic chair, which used to be Ajeng chair when he was still Kindergarten.

Next to Mbak Wening looked a bucket full of water that must have been filled with Ridwan last night because he knew Mbak Wening would wash dishes.

Mbak Wening rubs the pot with coconut fibers mixed with rub ash and also dish soap.

Mother grabbed a broomstick to briefly sweep the mango leaves that fell by the wind from the direction of the back door to the well where there are also two rooms that are none other than the bathroom and restrooms.

When heard later from the mosque and also Mushola-mushola in the distance, Mother immediately went into the bathroom to take a short shower and prepare for dawn prayers.

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"Is, you don't pray dawn?"

Ask Mom when going to the bathroom to take ablution instead see Iis busy in the kitchen,

"It's idle Mom, last night got a monthly guest."

Iis.

"Oh yes already."

Mother slumbering.

"Cuisine is up, Iis just buy breakfast nggih ma'am."

Iis.

"It's up to you Is, I'll eat anything no problem."

Iis nods.

Thank God, Iis felt lucky because his mother was among those who did not want much and was not also fussy.

Whatever Iis treats you always eat without much protest.

It's very rare for Mom to ask for another meal if Iis has prepared a side dish to eat.

"Alright, later after sweeping and mopping, Iis will buy rice or rice megono only at the shop Bu Wirjo."

"Oh yes, the stall near the mosque Uswatun Hasanah is delicious Is, if there is tofu and fried bananas, I also want to."

Mother looked up from the bathroom, Iis smiled then nodded her head.

Mother went inside the bathroom again and closed the bathroom door, while Iis walked towards the washing machine, soaking her dirty clothes ten minutes ago there.

It looks like the girl took a few pieces of clothes belonging to her and her mother, after feeling enough, then Iis then set the washing machine.

The typical washing machine sound was heard, Iis then grabbed a broom that was hung near the kitchen door, then swept the floor of her house.

Usually, if you are praying, Iis will pray dawn first and then bebenah home, but because it is not praying, then Iis choose bebenah house early.

About fifteen minutes Iis swept inside the house while painstakingly wiping the tables, cabinets and glass.

After that he went out of the house and swept the yard for a while, only to continue mopping the floor.

Window blinds and windows of the house are opened wide, as well as the door of the house, so that fresh morning air can replace the air in the house.

To the east, the sun was beginning to be seen peering with its golden light.

Iis in the house again look at the washing machine, throw soapy water and then fill with new water.

After feeling enough, Iis again set the washing machine to rinse.

"Mom, I'm going out first..."

Said Iis in front of her mother's bedroom.

"Yes, be careful."

Sahut.

Iis entered the room to wear a hijab and take a sweater, wallet and motor key.

In the village where Iis lives, it is rare for people to sell rice in the morning because there are still many mothers who are diligent in cooking at home.

That's why, if those who do not have time to cook, or are prevented from running out of food, then they will run to areas closer to the highway.

In the past, when the cottage has not been made its own canteens, actually the community around the cottage has begun to wriggle open food stalls and snacks.

But, once the cottage then made the canteens in the cottage itself, and obligated his students to buy food and snacks in the canteen provided by the cottage alone, then the community began to close his business because it was quiet.

Actually it is understandable that the cottage makes this decision, because many cases of children santri make buying food as an excuse to escape from the cottage.

Minimizing also the santri will be separated from the supervision and ngerinya there will be a meeting of those who are not muhrim then dating and so on.

Iis climbed on his motorbike, a neighbor who just came out of the house carrying a bucket of laundry to be dried greeted Iis.

"Where are you going Is?"

Ask the neighbor.

"Ke Waru kidul Bu, buy rice."

Answer Iis.

"Ooh iyo, be careful."

Said the neighbor.

Iis nodded with a sweet smile.

He then drove his motorbike out of the yard, and away.

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