Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

165. Hope And Hope

Trts...

Trts...

Trts...

Hp on the bed table in his mother's room Iis vibrated as a new message came in.

Three new messages from Iis.

But I wasn't there and didn't know there was a message coming in.

Yeah, of course I don't know, though, because his mother Iis was sitting on the porch of the house with Bu RT who came with one of the other Mothers to where his mother Iis to tell him that there will be PKK again starting next month.

As with most other mothers, who if discussing something finally became at length to things that have nothing to do, his mother Iis and Bu RT and her friend are also the same.

Discussing the PKK only about fifteen minutes, then vulnerable time one hour more even to discuss Iis.

Yes Iis, Iis,

Ms. RT felt like she wanted to match Iis to her niece.

Bu RT's nephew who is also a teacher but has been appointed a civil servant last year.

In addition, he also has a chicken shop business and has started home loans.

Anyway, Bu RT's nephew is described as a man with a bright future.

But...

His mother, Iis, who was optimistic that Iis would be with Ridwan, eventually decided to refuse properly, instead of wanting to sell expensively, later, but his mother Iis has been confused with the figure of Ridwan if later became the husband of his daughter.

Perhaps, Ridwan is not yet seen will have a bright future, but his mother Iis always believed that the provision of people who walk in the path of God is actually fully guaranteed.

Ridwan is part of the people who are walking in the path of God, he shares knowledge with children who learn to teach, he said, he will also devote himself to raising the foundation belonging to the family of the late Mr. Sahudi who will shade the cottage for orphans and twofa.

Really for his mother Iis it is more proud, than just Iis coupled with men who have a luxury car though.

Moreover, his mother Iis had also seen how Ridwan treated his mother and older sister.

It was clear from what his mother Iis saw that, if Ridwan was a man who had a warm and affectionate heart.

Soft word and gentle ethics. If so, then it will be with his wife.

What a moral Messenger of Allah Shalallahu Alaihi Wassalam certainly.

"Ustadz Ridwan who teaches naji in the place of Pak Haji Imron is not really Mom?"

Ask a friend of Ms. RT.

His mother nodded, Iis,

"Enggih, who replaced Pak Ustadz Soleh."

His mother answered Iis with a smile, as if she had been optimistic if Ridwan was indeed his son-in-law.

"Ooh yeah, yeah,"

Bu RT's friend nodded his head.

"The cottage and tahfiz house are also taken care of Ustadz Ridwan, right?"

Ask your friend RT again,

His mother Iis nodded.

"Well that too."

Said his mother Iis, who deliberately did not tell first about it was afraid of being judged as boasting.

"Lho, who's the cottage near that big road? Which is opening soon?"

Ask Ms. RT.

His mother Iis nodded her head.

"That's RT three what two?"

Friends of Bu RT on Bu RT.

"Two is ma'am, here are six."

Answer Bu RT.

"Oh yes, because it's been a bit here, it's still in RT two."

Said friend of RT.

"Yes then, hopefully it is a match, Mom, it is clear that it is a male sholeh, prospective husband and ideal daughter-in-law. Maybe success can be achieved by anyone, but if sholeh it is not all can achieve."

Said friend Bu RT sincerely giving a prayer.

His mother also guaranteed.

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"Ning, Ridwan hasn't come home yet?"

Ask Mom to Ma'am Wening who just helped Ajeng up to the bed that was near the TV because the masseuse was heading home.

Wening turned to his mother who walked from the kitchen carrying a basket of freshly fried chips.

"Ridwan?"

Ma'am Wening muttered, then...

"Oh, this was the time to nganter his mother, Master Iis, come home all alone, he said the possibility of returning home in the afternoon, Mom."

Said Mbak Wening who finally remembered this morning Ridwan did have time to say about the possibility he would return late because of the affairs of the foundation.

"What aya?"

Mum muttered while heading to the dining table and put a tub of chips in there.

"Lha iyo, is there a meeting what is it, ma'am, plenary meeting what is the meeting you know Ridwan now wis become an important person, a great person, yes to?"

Ma'am Wening looked really proud of his sister.

"Early, I don't remember."

Mother said anyway.

Mbak Wening bobbing head.

"Lha yo Mom, was the focus of talking to her mother, Teacher Iis to?"

Ms. Wening this time approached her mother who was seen moving the chips to a larger, flat container.

"But by the way how do you think Mom is?"

Ma'am Wening is watching her mother.

"Nwcop? How's what?"

Ask me confused,

Ma'am Wening sighed, though,

"That, Mother Teacher Iis, kind right Mom, friendly, continue not arrogant."

Said Ma'am Wening, Mother sleepy.

"Suitable to be a besan, right, ma'am?"

Ma'am Wening this time close his face to Mother who is busy with banana chips in the container so that the heat is quickly lost and can be wrapped.

"This you, he felt fit, where it doesn't continue how? Don't like to expect too high, later if the fall can't be sorted."

Mother said, making Mbak Wening can only scratch his head.

Seeing Mbak Wening scratching directly Mother pushed Mbak Wening away from the table.

"Why Ma'am?"

Ms Wening protested.

"Lho kok even asked why, wong your hands dirty was scratching your head, then forget to take chips even danger."

Said Mother.

Wening laughed, though,

"Later to count snow-studded chips."

Suddenly Ajeng nodded, making Mbak Wening and the Mbah turned to Ajeng who was lying on an iron bed near the TV with his body leaning on a pile of pillows.

"What snow?"

Ask Mbak Wening, Ajeng giggled and then replied,

"Mom's scalp on falling like snow."

Celtap Ajeng, making Mbak Wening of course immediately hissed, while his mother chuckled.

"Having one child likes to insult his own mother, is really a test of life."

Mbak Wening said, shaking his head while putting both hands on his waist and walking towards the kitchen.

Yeah, instead of getting bullied, mending accompany Mbok Yem frying alone, but...

"Niying, wash your hands, you forget to poke chips."

Mother said, still reminding, making Mbak Wening laugh.

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