Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

18. Rare Opportunity

"Nopo Mbak's leaving now?"

Ridwan who just returned to take Ajeng to school seemed to look at the back door in the kitchen.

Ma'am Wening who was busy drying laundry after bathing turned his head for a moment,

"Yes Wan, Maak finish the sun first, then the tek is ready."

Said Mbak Wening who lives the rest of one laundry clothes Ridwan.

Ridwan who saw his cocoa clothes washed out mbak Wening look bad, not good,

"Lho mbak, why wash it?"

Ridwan finally opened the bottom of the back door that was originally left closed.

Ma'am Wening threw the remaining water in the bucket to the ground, then brought the bucket to the well.

"It's all right wong."

Mbak Wening said wiping his two hands on a towel he was wearing on the waist covering the bottom of his thin batik negligee.

Ridwan sighed.

"This mother, I am an adult, should not be washed, trouble you."

"Already, later if you are married, Ma'am will not wash again, take it easy."

Mbak Wening said chuckled.

Ridwan so smile while scratching his head.

Married, her brother always teases Ridwan about getting married. Making Ridwan so think of Anisa continues.

Ridwan followed Ma'am Wening into the house.

Mother was seen in the kitchen pounding melinjo into emping.

"Wan, if you go to the market, buy garlic yo."

Said Mother.

"Mom, how many Ma'am?"

Ask Ridwan.

"Half kilos, you have to do a lot, all coriander."

Mother said again.

"Turns two ounces."

Mother added.

Ridwan.

Madam Wening in the room was busy changing into a neat and polite outfit, then wearing a hijab, just out of the room.

"Yuk Wan's..."

Mbak Wening's voice rang out, Ridwan immediately went into the inner room and went straight out of the house.

While Mbak Wening went into the kitchen to salim with his mother,

"Job first Ma'am."

Pamit mbak Wening's.

It's nodding.

"Just close the door, I'm behind here and I can't hear if anyone's coming in."

Mother Message.

"Mum's Good."

Mbak Wening said, then stepped out of the house where Ridwan was waiting for him near the bike.

"Later if you want to go to the market by the road near the cottage can now be faster if you want to go to the market, directly enter the big road."

Said Mbak Wening.

Ridwan.

Ridwan rode to the bike, as well as Mbak Wening who sat tilted on the bonnet of the bike, his hand embracing Ridwan's waist for the handle.

"When you can buy Wan's motor..."

Mbak Wening said while Ridwan began pedaling his bike drove away from the yard.

"inshaAllah will be delivered Ma'am,"

Ridwan said optimistically.

"Yes buy not need the latest model is also not what, the important thing can be to go everywhere."

Ma'am Wening.

Ridwan nodded, though,

"Sweep Mbak, we buy it later according to ability, as long as it can be used to pick up Mbak Wening and Ajeng, then I teach, or Mother might want friendship, as long as it can be used to pick up Mbak Wening and Ajeng, inshaAllah is his name to be a useful treasure."

Ma'am Wening nodded in agreement.

Ridwan pedaled his bicycle down the streets of his village to the house of Pak Haji Syamsul.

On the road, several times they met people around who seemed to have just returned from the stall and some who had just returned from the garden looking for dry leaves and twigs.

Ridwan continued to pedal his bike, a smile seemed to continue to grow on his lips.

His hope of meeting Anisa again seemed to fill every corner of his heart at this time, making him busy also thinking what words he would say when later they really met.

Ah it feels nothing Ridwan his heart has flowered despite just imagining them meeting and greeting.

Of course, as a young man who had been in the boarding school and was really busy studying, Ridwan almost never hung out with any women.

In that period of time, Ridwan actually like locking his heart for anyone.

That is why, for Ridwan who barely knows many women, Anisa is the only one who fills his heart and dreams to build a household.

"Mr Wening..."

Suddenly there was a voice of people calling, the direction of the house next to the house of Bu Guru Iis.

Indeed, to go to the house of Pak Haji Syamsul, they will definitely pass the house of Bu Guru Iis first.

Simple house with large Mango trees and waist-high bamboo fence painted white with small signposts inscribed HOUSE LEARN ISTIQOMAH.

"Oh no ma'am..."

Mbah Wening.

The mother who called smiled, beside her another Mother also smiled.

"Who's Ma'am?"

"Master Teacher Iis's mother, the person is kind and friendly."

Said Mbak Wening.

But, Ridwan seemed not to hear the words of Mbak Wening, because he was more focused with his heart pounding unbecoming just by looking at the building of Pak Haji Syamsul's house.

Before long the bike finally arrived in front of the fence of the house of Pak Haji Syamsul which happened to be very fitting was opened by Mr. Ramdan, the driver of Pak Haji Syamsul.

A brown panther antelope looks ready to get out of there.

Ma'am Wening down from the biker, from the direction of the main door of the house, out Pak Haji Syamsul walked with a stick to help his legs were slightly dragged because he had been affected by symptoms of stroke.

Pak Haji Syamsul had looked at Mbak Wening and Ridwan who stood outside the fence because they were waiting for the car to come out.

No smiles, let alone friendly greetings. Pak Haji Syamsul is famous for being a little arrogant, no wonder if he behaves like that.

Mr. Haji Syamsul got into the car, sitting in the second seat of his car.

Mr. Ramdan rushed into the car, and immediately drove the car out of the yard.

Mbok Rat looks scattered from the side door and carrying a pack chasing the car.

"Duuuh the Ramdan."

Mbok Rat complained because the car had gone away.

"Nopo to Mbok?"

Ask Ma'am Wening.

"This, earlier Anisa Mbak asked to bring lunch from home, Mbak Anisa can not eat carelessly buy at the market stall so afraid of getting flies."

"Oh, didn't you tell Mr. Ramdan to?"

"Saw... Uwis..it's just normal that Ma'am Faizah's been nagging so everything's on a nervous indistinct."

Mbok Rat said.

Ma'am Wening looked towards the house,

"Happy again?"

Ma'am Wening whispered.

"Just like Anisa this morning."

Mbok Rat said.

"Get's."

Mbak Wening bobbing head.

"Sir, I say yes."

Suddenly, Ridwan's voice surprised Wening.

He had forgotten that his sister was still there because his soul suddenly churned.

"Oh, I was tipping coriander with onions, Wan? This is just money from Mommy."

Ma'am Wening.

Ridwan quickly shook his head.

"Onion and coriander are only Ridwan no Mbak."

"Well, you want to buy a shirt to make me change to teach."

Ma'am Wening.

"Lho wants Ridwan to teach?"

Mbok Rat nimbrung's.

Ridwan looked to nod.

"Corny Mbok."

Answer Ridwan.

"This Ridwan wants to be a Mbok religious teacher, the same from tomorrow afternoon will be ustadz in the place of Pak Haji Imron for children."

"Oooh, that's amazing, Ridwan."

Praise Mbok Rat,

"Where's Ridwan?"

Mbok Rat asked again so curious.

"In SDN Waru two Mbok."

Ridwan.

"That's the school that Teacher Iis taught, isn't it?"

Ask Mbok Rat.

Ridwan nodded, as did Mbak Wening who looked even more enthusiastic.

"Yes Mbok, that's the place where Iis Teacher taught her, right it's..."

"Ehm.. Oh it's already this afternoon Ma'am, I say yes now."

Ridwan hastily interjected so that Mbak Wening did not let slip the strange talk first.

"Ooh Mbok's..."

Ma'am Wening who diamiti Ridwan suddenly like getting an idea.

"That's, lunch mbak Anisa put Ridwan alone, would he want to go to the market, can all stop by."

Ma'am Wening.

"Didwan want to go to the market?"

"Corny Mbok."

Ridwan.

"You buy a shirt to switch to work."

Ma'am Wening is really enthusiastic about talking about his sister.

Of course, Madam Wening who only went to school until Junior High felt so proud to see her sister can get to high school especially now she will become a teacher.

Anyway Ma'am Wening is very proud of Ridwan to be a teacher.

Mbok Rat finally gave lunch Anisa to Ridwan for later can be delivered to Anisa who is still on duty at the store.

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