Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

184. Prospective Fans

As planned, after teaching, Ridwan went to the supermarket for shopping and then took her to the cottage.

Arriving at the cottage, Ridwan greeted Salwa and two cottage managers who were all women.

They seemed to help bring groceries from Ridwan.

Two managers, one a mother of about fifty years old, and the other was quite young.

Both are incapacitated widows who are still residents around the cottage.

As input from Mr. Haji Imron, the foundation was deliberately giving work to local residents in order to be a way for them to later change their fate.

In addition to hiring those who are now lodge managers, the foundation also recruited several more people to become lodge keepers, become gardeners, garbage collectors and also provide opportunities for food traders, as well, or snacks fill the canteen in the afternoon if tahfidz and madrasah houses and TPQ start walking.

"Where are you going?"

Ridwan asked Salwa.

"To market Mr. Ustadz, buy baskets for children to keep dirty clothes."

Answer Salwa.

Ridwan nodded, though,

"Then I just say yes, it's all ingredients stored for several days, if you've notified me."

"Prince Mr. Ustadz."

Salwa understands.

"The kids at the cottage have made a schedule, haven't you?"

Ridwan asked when the two finally came out of the cottage building, not far from the cottage building there is a mosque and also a quiet foundation office.

"The schedule is being made by the husband, later if he has said it must be a report with Mr. Ustadz. Children for a while still only doing ordinary activities, morning prayers, follow a short study, then learn to clean up, then Dhuha prayers, njai, yes it is enough Mr. Ustadz, then learn to clean up, at least they're waiting for their school transfer process."

Ridwan.

"Yes, I hope they feel at home, and really learn well here. There is an opportunity like this."

Ridwan.

Salwa agreed, though,

"True Mr. Ustadz, there is a good opportunity for them to stay and free school and even study religious sciences as well."

Ridwan then walked towards his motorbike parked in front of the foundation building.

"Later if it starts to be crowded, there will certainly be a lot of Mr. Ustadz's list, we must have standards to accept them."

Salwa.

"Yes, it will be,"

"Oh, who says what about Pak Karto's family? Has it come?"

Ask Ridwan.

"Oh he said tomorrow sir, Mr. Karto was here just take the form and leave."

"Hmm so, yo wis, at most tomorrow he will tell."

Ridwan.

Salwa nodded, though,

"Yes, I say hello, greetings to her husband,"

"Sign Mr. Ustadz, be careful on the road."

Salwa.

Ridwan smiled at a glance, then went up to the motorbike and turned on the motorbike.

Until when Ridwan finally darted away, Salwa still seemed to stand on the terrace.

He looked at the big tree in the courtyard of the cottage, which was a little creepy for him.

Ah actually he had intended once to talk to Ridwan so that the tree can be cut down, but again forgot.

"Mr..."

Suddenly a voice sounded from behind Salwa standing up, making Salwa turn towards the origin of the voice.

Then one of the young housekeepers smiled at Salwa.

"Mom... That was..."

One of the housekeepers smiled while blushing to himself.

Salwa frowned, she,

"What?"

Salwa asked so suspiciously seeing the manager of the cottage was an indistinct smile.

The manager of the cottage so choose not to say anything to Salwa because of shame.

"Not be Mom, just later."

Said the cottage manager.

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