Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

182. Invitation Letter

The days passed quickly for Ridwan because of his busy life in the fairly confiscating foundation.

Almost every day also Ridwan barely have much time for himself, because in addition to teaching at school, he also began teaching at the tahfidz house, he also began to supervise the running of the cottage, he also began to watch over the running of the hut, he also taught children in the place of Pak Haji Imron and began making a routine study schedule for mosque teenagers.

Ridwan really to feel a little overwhelmed actually because of his extraordinary busyness.

"Uncle, I'll be home in the afternoon with ice cream."

Pinta Ajeng while holding his Uncle's hand when he came out of the house, Ajeng will leave for school, and today he left to piggyback Uncle Ridwan because Mbak Wening had delivered the order in the morning.

Ridwan looked to nod, though,

"Yes, Uncle will buy it, want something ordinary, right?"

Ridwan asked while riding on the bike and wearing his helmet.

Ajeng caught up to the bonce, the,

"Yes Uncle, but the big one, hehehe..."

Said Ajeng while laughing small,

Ridwan smiled as he nodded, though,

"inshaAllah, Uncle going home will bring what Ajeng asked, the important thing is to know Uncle's message?"

Ridwan saw Ajeng from the rearview mirror who was now hugging his Uncle's waist from behind.

"Know to Uncle, remain diligent in prayer, diligent salary, diligent in learning, and obedient to Mother also Mbah."

"Alhamdulillah."

Ridwan smiled again,

Ridwan then turned on his motorbike engine, and did not have to wait long, he also brought his motorcycle darting away from the house.

Inside the house, Mommy is seen sitting with Mbok Yem frying chips while helping to slice the tempe that will become chips.

"Listen-heard there want to be a Ustadzah from Jakarta you know Yu..."

Mbok Yem said while busy frying.

"Ustadzah from Jakarta? Meanin?"

I was a bit less understanding of what Mbok Yem meant when he suddenly talked about Ustadzah from Jakarta.

"That, there would be a lecture at the home of Pak Haji Syamsul, right he said he wanted a massive celebration, his name was the daughter-in-law of the youngest child and got the boss."

Mbok Yem said,

Hearing the name of Mr. Haji Syamsul called, it feels like Mother suddenly so unwell, there is a feeling like still heartache over what has happened to her family.

Not a grudge, but only a pain that is difficult to lose.

"It's incredible to visit his ustadzah directly from Jakarta."

Said Mbok Yem again, Mother who was reluctant to comment just smiled, then preferred to divert the conversation about the news of many farmers who were starting to cultivate oyster mushrooms.

Yes of course, this is done so that later Mother does not comment a no-no, keeping the oral and heart of something less useful.

In addition to having a little taste problem with the person of Mr. Haji Syamsul, I also feel that some of our society is used to start talking about others by praising but ultimately just close it by gossiping.

Mother, trying not to get caught up in such a situation, she prefers to choose a theme of conversation that is more general, such as the business world, or the problem of the price of basic food or also about recipes.

This has been accustomed by Mother since long ago, since the last time she was young talking to neighbors about the naughty son of another neighbor, who then Mr. Ridwan heard and immediately reprimanded him.

"Don't like ghibah, you are studying every Friday, attending a diligent study event, but if ghibah is also diligent trus what do you actually get from the study?"

Such was the nagging of his father Ridwan who until now still always I remember.

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Ridwan after driving Ajeng to the front of the school, he went straight to the school where he taught.

Today the plan after teaching he will go to the market or maybe to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and cooking ingredients for the cottage because yesterday Salwa complained the ingredients are almost exhausted.

Because the foundation does not have a permanent donor other than the family of Mr. Suhadi himself, finances are still very thin, so Ridwan as the chairman of the board would want to contribute also to the common interest.

However, the foundation is not a company where the purpose of its establishment is different.

If the company is certainly clear that there is a mature calculation of Capital and later also the benefits, but if the foundation, especially the purpose like Mr. Suhadi is true for the benefit of the people, but if the foundation, especially if the purpose like Mr. Suhadi is true for the benefit of the people, of course, it is good if all the people involved also participate in trying the best in terms of energy and material so that the foundation can progress.

The salary money that will be given by the family of Mr. Sahudi as the owner was not too Ridwan think.

Let everything flow like water, the most important thing at this time Ridwan only wants to focus on what has become his duty and duty, both as a manager, as well as a manager, also as a people who certainly want everything that is sought for the benefit of the people he wants to participate in fighting even though in his limited ability certainly.

Ridwan was seen entering the parking area with his motorbike, there he met Mr. Hasan who was talking to Mas Trisno.

Ridwan parked his bike, then went down after removing his helmet.

"Assynoltom..."

Ridwan saluted Guru Hasan and Mas Trisno, then shook their hands one by one.

Something he learned while in the boarding school, where he was accustomed to shake the hands of fellow students and also say hello.

A handshake as a way for fellow Muslims not to be hostile to each other and say hello is to pray for each other's safety.

"Goddessalam..."

Guru Hasan and Mas Trisno replied.

Mr. Guru Hasan who was originally a little julid on Ridwan was now actually so appreciate Ridwan as a religious teacher who in fact he did practice his knowledge very well.

The new Ridwan will excuse Mr. Guru Hasan and Mas Trisno to go to the Master's office, when Mr. Guru Hasan seemed to remember something.

"See, Master, there's this deposit."

Master Hasan said, opening his bag, and then taking out a stack of invitation papers.

Just looking at it, Ridwan's heart trembled for a moment, a week busy taking care of many things made him forget if this week was the day Anisa and Vishnu got married.

Master Hasan seemed to separate the three invitation papers from the pile of invitations, then gave them to Ridwan.

"From Vishnu and Anisa, leave all for Bu Iis and Pak Haji Imron later nggih Pak."

Said Mr. Teacher Hasan.

Ridwan nodded while accepting the invitation papers that looked so elegant.

The invitations were light brown with gold ink strokes, and were tied to gold ropes as well.

"Remember Mr. Ustadz,"

Mr. Teacher Hasan smiled, Ridwan seemed to nod his head in a polite manner,

"InshaAllah Mr. Hasan, inshaAllah,"

Answer Ridwan, please,

Then after that he returned to pay attention to Mr. Guru Hasan to go to the office of Master.

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