Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

160. In Your Eyes

"See Iis or Ustadz Ridwan?"

Anisa asked her future husband.

"Ustadz Ridwan Sama Iis,"

Vishnu.

Seen a change on Anisa's face a glance ago, Vishnu sighed, there is a side of his heart that feels burning seeing Anisa seems to have not completely forgotten the figure of Ridwan.

But...

Vishnu can do what? Want to get angry he felt there was no energy to do it, especially at this time where they were in the cemetery area, he said, actually, when passing there we should not chat unclear.

Yep...

Just imagine, we pass in the middle of the tomb area that all there are grave experts.

The experts of the tomb, we do not know the fate at all, there may be a difficulty because of the narrowed grave, there may be a tormented, there may be, maybe there are also those who cry waiting for their descendants to pray but they in the world are just immersed in the busy looking for money.

As we pass in the middle of the cemetery, the grave experts see us passing by instead of praying for them, instead of sending them gifts in the form of asking for forgiveness so that the one being narrowed can be widened, those who are being tortured can be stopped torment, or who are crying bitterly can be a little lifted his sadness, even we are busy chatting and still drifting in the world.

Those who wish their hands would reach out to us for help, those who wish they could scream for help, and we mostly forget that.

Indeed, let alone the gravediggers, even the coffins of the dead as we pass by he will say, I am your vehicle.

That is why, going to a funeral is supposed to be for a lot of remembering death, a lot of praying, not chatting, not talking, let alone joking and selfie-selfie.

"We go out first Nis, we shouldn't talk in the middle of the tomb area,"

The word Vishnu finally by remaining patient and always able to understand that Anisa indeed takes time to accept Vishnu completely, and forget Ridwan completely as well.

Anisa nodded, she followed Vishnu's steps leading out of the cemetery area.

After they arrived at the parking lot, then Vishnu asked to talk again.

"So how? Want to stay out of town or just postpone Nis?"

Anisa who got a question from Vishnu for a moment fell silent, as if trying to think what she should do.

Then...

"Stay away, according to the original plan."

"Surely it's okay?"

Ask Vishnu again, as if really want to make sure Anisa will indeed be okay.

Anisa looked at Vishnu, reawakening herself that this was already part of her own decision.

Anisa also approached Vishnu,

"Let's go, get some lunch."

Said Anisa grabbing Vishnu's arm, making Vishnu nod then smile.

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Ma'am Wening drove Mas Amin to the front porch of the house.

The day is near noon, and Mas Amin must quickly get ready because the ojek admin has started to noisy Mas Amin break too long.

Mas Amin is indeed one of the taxi drivers who entered the local online motorcycle taxi community who received orders through the chat application, then he could not be too long off from the admin group, too, and missed the incoming order.

"Two more days tek take ya Ning his order."

Mas Amin said.

Ma'am Wening also nodded in agreement, saying yes,

"You guys later I invite my son to meet Mas Ridwan, let's come to Tahfiz Mas Ridwan's house later?"

Mas Amin said.

Ma'am Wening nodded, though,

"Let's say, if you have children not taught njai as well, wong who will be brought to death will just be naji, which will be useful for parents as well njai it."

Mbak Wening said, Mas Amin looked sleepy.

"Later the first one to bring,"

Ma'am Wening nodded.

"It's still a kid, so when he's looking for his identity, he can find himself on the right path."

"Let's Ning really, right now see the association outside terrible Ning, what else, often ngojek until night, see young people school age still on the streets, there are huddles, there are groups, there are, there were two of them, looking at them. I couldn't feel hate or what Ning was, but instead pitying them, maybe they didn't feel at home until they ended up choosing on the streets like that."

"Let's go after Mas, so hopefully our children do not fall into a negative association, which will only make our children regret in their old days. Yes, it is our duty to direct and accompany them."

Amin agreed.

After that, Mas Amin also said goodbye, he climbed on his bike and then left the house Mbak Wening.

Mbak Wening sighed staring at the end of the road where Mas Amin disappeared unseen.

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