Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

164. Almost Anyways

Mbok Yem seemed to eat voraciously, even to ask permission to add rice and of course his mother Ridwan happily invited.

"For a long time, I never ate with family, it felt so different when eating alone and in this kind of atmosphere."

Mbok Yem.

Ridwan's mother smiled understandingly, he really felt very grateful because all this time he had never felt lonely.

"Now Mbok Yem can eat together with us, now we are here Mbok Yem family too."

Said Ridwan's mother while pushing a plate filled with side dishes in front of Mbok Yem.

Mbok Yem looks smiling, he really likes to enjoy the time together.

"My son is close, but it feels very far away."

Lirih Mbok Yem with a slightly lowered face, but clearly visible water his sad face in the eyes of his mother Ridwan.

Mbak Wening who had chosen to be silent could only see his own mother who looked very compassionate to Mbok Yem.

In his old age, he was alone and lonely. Having children but not having children, even though his existence is very close.

"Just pray for his son Mbok, so that later he will remember Mbok Yem again, who is now forgotten, forgiven, maybe heavy, but however we who contain him, gave birth to him, maybe he is khilaf Mbok."

His mother Ridwan said.

Mbok Yem nodded while wiping one tear drop from the corner of his eye.

"It must be easy for me to ask Mbok Yem to be patient because I did not experience it myself, but it is certainly different for Mbok Yem who experienced it himself. But, inshaAllah, it must have all happened because there was a silver lining Mbok, and Mbok Yem was chosen to get a big test because God might see the potengan have a greater level of patience than others like me."

Mbok Yem nodded,

"Yes, maybe all because of my mistakes, when I was still trading, I was young, my son was actually a pinter school, he asked to continue with the school but I think girls do what high school does. Better learn how to cook with husband and children later."

Mbok Yem said as he stared at his plate of rice with teary eyes again.

"I'm not Mbok's school either, Ridwan's school."

Mbak Wening finally joined the hoard.

Mbok Yem stared at Mbak Wening,

"Nopo?"

Ask Mbok Yem, please,

Ma'am Wening nodded.

"I didn't get to High School, I was at home helping Mom, I got married and then my husband died a little while ago and now I'm a widow, lucky even though I didn't go to school, I learned a skill, I learned a skill, and so be able to have your own business as it is now."

Ma'am Wening said, then...

"But, I've always been convinced, of any size, or of any kind of success that a child achieves, it's because of the prayers of parents, especially of mothers. It's impossible if it's not so much about Mbok."

Mbok Yem this time looked at Ridwan's mother,

"His secret was to have such devoted children?"

Tanya Mbok Yem made Ridwan's mother laugh a little.

"There is no secret other than that I pray for them to do anything for them from the heart."

Mbok Yem looked back at Mbak Wening who nodded, but,

Mbok Yem shed tears again, remembering he was over him who during his youth, when children were small, he was busy looking for money only.

He traded, he also traveled around the creed, and was busy taking care of the residents accompanying the village bale.

At that time it felt so proud, making his heart high because he felt part of important people in the community.

But...

In fact, it turns out that he just forgot that his obligations were actually his own children at home.

Children who not only need money to accompany them grow and seek identity, but they also need affection.

They need to be directed to become human beings who humanize humans, grow into human beings with a warm, loving heart, and always be able to accept the shortcomings of others with a big proclamation because it is well aware that there is no perfection in the world.

Because what is in this world only God knows.

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"What did you drink?"

Ask a waitress who Iis and Ridwan chose for their lunch while waiting to be contacted by Haji Imron.

"I'm warm tea without sugar."

Said Ridwan to the waiter of the restaurant.

"Jeruk warm Ma'am."

Said Iis smiling, the waiter noted it again.

"Well, I repeat Ka, the order. Chicken rice sambal ijo one serving, Beige chicken rice one serving, vegetable a serving, fried tofu one serving, one glass of fresh tea and one glass of orange anget to drink it. Is there an additional Ka?"

Asked the friendly waiter, Iis shook her head, Ridwan was the same, he felt it was enough.

Of course, shouldn't eating too much?

The restaurant waiter was too happy.

After the servant left, then stay now Iis and Ridwan alone.

Ridwan seemed busy sending messages to Pak Haji Imron, while Iis of course sent messages to his mother at home.

Yes, even though I already knew after Iis school going to where, Iis still felt I had to report her current position to Mother.

Ma'am, Iis probably home in the afternoon.

Mother do not be late to eat Mom, this morning Iis cook capcay same fried chicken put in the cupboard ya ma'am.

What will you buy for the afternoon? Martabak telor nopo?

Write it in the message he sent.

But Mom seems to be taking a break at noon right now, because Iis's message wasn't opened.

Iis sighed, then put his cellphone on the table in front of him, because he saw Ridwan was no longer busy with his cellphone.

"I'm sorry, I immediately put the name Iis in the organ of the foundation because there really is no proper name anymore to occupy this position."

Ridwan finally opened the conversation, Iis nodded,

"It is okay Mas, even this is like an honor until asked to engage in devotion to the people as well as helping the family of the late Mr. Sahudi realize the mandate of Mr. Sahudi at the end of his life."

Iis.

Ridwan smiled, though,

The two then drowned in the chat around the management of the foundation later, especially about the activities in tahfiz houses and cottages under the auspices of the foundation.

In the conversation, they also unconsciously became more familiar with each other and so dive into each other's thoughts.

From that too, the two unconsciously became more and more admiring of each other.

And so much to enjoy the chat that really suits their world, Iis and Ridwan to the point of not realizing there is a young couple passing through them, the two are also equally unaware of the existence of Iis and Ridwan who are actually sitting in a chair near the exit of the restaurant.

"It looks like we if there is rain should stay at Uwak's house."

Vishnu said to Anisa while walking out of the restaurant and towards the parked Vishnu car not so far with an old model motorbike.

An old model motorbike with two helmets, one in the rearview mirror and the other hanging on the handlebars.

Anisa who when entering the car had to pass the motorbike had turned her head and looked at the motorbike which somehow he felt it was the Ridwan motorbike.

Yes Ridwan motor, is he here?

Anisa momentarily gazed towards the restaurant again, but Vishnu asked her to quickly enter the car, Anisa also finally complied.

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