Ustadz Ridwan's Dream
154. Two Mothers
"Mas, I went straight to Pak Haji nggih."
Mr. Karto said as soon as he arrived in front of the bamboo fence of Ridwan's house,
Bamboo fences that are formed cross each other are no longer colored because they are often exposed to splashes of water mixed with the ground when it rains.
"Well, seriously not stopping by, Mr. Karto? Copy, coffee first,"
Ridwan.
Mr. Karto smiled, though,
"Maturnuwun Mas, I'll drop by sometime."
Mr. Karto said while handing over his mother's grocery crackle Iis which he brought earlier to Ridwan.
"Today's maturnuwun sir, so troublesome."
His mother Iis interfered with Pak Karto and Ridwan.
"Mpoten menopo-menopo ma'am, I do not feel bothered,"
Mr. Karto smiled, then excuse his mother Iis and also to Ridwan,
After the death of Mr. Karto who now continues his morning path to return to the house of Pak Haji Imron, Ridwan also invited his mother Iis to enter his modest home.
The house that was still half made of board is now seen the window and the door is opened wide.
The house is simple, but clean and neatly arranged, both plants in the front yard, then the terrace that has not been ceramic as well even though only from cement looks very clean with some neatly lined flower pots.
"Monggo Bu, please enter first, because I have not manasi motor, then tek remove the motor first ."
Said Ridwan when they got to the front door of the main house.
"Assynoltom..."
Ridwan said his greetings when he entered the house, then let his mother Iis enter.
His mother Iis would remove his sandals, but Ridwan soon forbade.
"No need to take off Mom, the sandals, the house wong is still like this."
Ridwan.
"It's rude to Nak Ridwan, it's okay to be let go."
His mother Iis still took off her sandals near the doormat made from coconut fibers, only then she entered Ridwan's house.
"Monggo Ma'am, pinarak."
Said Ridwan to his mother Iis who followed Ridwan.
"Assynoltom..."
Said his mother Iis.
"Goddessalam..."
Answer Ridwan, please,
His mother Iis then sat on one of the old-fashioned wooden chairs that still looks good because it is well cared for.
Ridwan put three large crackles containing his mother's groceries Iis on the long chair of the living room, then Ridwan excuse me for a moment to enter the house, calling his mother.
"Mom... Mum..."
Ridwan called his mother up to the kitchen, which he then saw his mother was feeding the chickens Ma'am Wening.
"Lady..."
Call Ridwan again repeat from the direction of the kitchen door, which makes new Mom turn, look,
"Eh Wan, ws mulih?"
The mother who was originally squatting fed the chicken with an excess of rice yesterday mixed with bran seemed to stand up.
He walked towards Ridwan who was standing at the kitchen door to go to the backyard.
"There's a guest, ma'am,"
Ridwan.
"Guests? Early-morning? Sopo?"
Ask Mom to wonder at Ridwan while walking towards the tap in the town in the kitchen of the house.
"Mrs Iis, Mom."
Ridwan.
"Master Iis?"
Ask Mom,
Ridwan nodded, though,
"Sign Ma'am, that's Mom Teacher Iis."
Ridwan.
"Oh yeah, yeah..."
Mother and Ridwan are just going to the front room, when the sound of Mbak Wening's voice saying greetings.
"Assynoltom..."
Mbak Wening's voice is always stereo sounding blaring.
"Goddessalam..."
Of course there was a voice that answered Ma'am Wening's greeting from the direction of the guest chair, and...
"Eh Ma'am,"
Ma'am Wening was immediately surprised to see his mother Iis sitting in the living room of his house.
"Sugeng Ma'am,"
Ma'am Wening approached his mother Iis who stood up from her seat, they shook hands.
Along with that Mother and Ridwan who appeared in the living room,
"This is Mom, Mom, this is Mom Teacher Iis."
Ms. Wening introduced, fearing her mother had not received accurate information.
But, of course not, because Ridwan had already told his mother about the figure of Mother who is now sitting in the living room of their house.
Ridwan's mother approached his mother Iis who seemed so happy to finally be able to go to Ridwan's house and meet directly with Ridwan's mother.
Both shaking.
"Alhamdulillah, being able to meet his mother Nak Ridwan, so happy Mom, this morning it feels like a windfall."
His mother said Iis, who basically still likes to joke.
Ridwan's mother laughed a little, though,
"This mother could have been, God willing, of course I should be grateful to meet a Mother who is very good at educating her daughter to be like Teacher Iis."
Said Ridwan's mother.
Ma'am Wening who saw the meeting of the two mothers immediately glanced at his sister while ehm ehm...
Ridwan who understood Mbak Wening's intention so downcast because a little blushed,
Mbak Wening then quickly darted into the room to make tea, he happened to buy fried bananas and bakwan as well, so it could be for a treat.
"Please sit Mom, sorry this house is still a mess, understand,"
Ridwan's mother looked shy, Iis's mother then sat in the chair she was sitting in,
"It's so clean, ma'am, it's clean, it's tidy,"
Praise his mother Iis.
Ridwan's mother smiled, though,
"But definitely not as clean as a long house."
"Ah, no Ma'am, just the same, the house is only a place to shelter, it does not matter what it wants to look like, the most important thing is who occupies the house."
Said his mother Iis.
Ridwan's mother smiled, it was clear now why Iis grew up to be such an understated, friendly, warm, polite, kind and of course sholihah.
It is true, then, that the good of the generation, one of the most instrumental is how a woman becomes a mother to her children.
How it educates, how it gives examples of obedience.
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