Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

19. Dear Dear Dearest

Ridwan and his bike arrived at the market parking lot which had begun to be built quite well and also began to be arranged neatly.

Ridwan parked his bike among other bikes.

For coastal cities such as the city where Ridwan lives, indeed many people still use bicycles to travel.

In addition to being more efficient do not have to buy fuel, bicycles are also more friendly to enter narrow and small alleys such as highways are very jammed.

But, of course it is because the coastal city is a flat land, so people who choose to use a bicycle are certainly not too difficult as for example using a bicycle in mountainous areas, the road uphill and downhill.

"Nitip nggih sir."

Said Ridwan politely,

a parking attendant who was old enough nodded.

"March, monggo..."

Said the parking attendant.

Ridwan then took a package in which there is an Anisa lunch box entrusted by Mbok Rat on the idea of Mbak Wening.

Ah actually this is clearly a golden opportunity for Ridwan to meet with Anisa, not even just meet, but there will certainly be a short time to talk.

Ridwan then walked down the front area of the market which is devoted to shops.

Ridwan looks for a gold shop owned by Haji Syamsul.

Until, it looks then one signpost is quite striking among other gold shop signs, TOKO MAS TRESNA H.Syamsul.

Ridwan sped up his pace, a stray cat running past Ridwan making Ridwan surprised.

It seemed that the cat was about to be hit by someone inside the market.

Ridwan sighed, he continued his steps again, until he arrived in front of a gold shop that was quite large when compared to other gold shops.

"Mas, find Anisa's mother."

Ridwan said to a security guard who stood in front of the mas shop.

"Sir Nisa?"

The security guard looked at Ridwan with a probing-like view.

Not to mention the security guard asked again, Anisa who was sitting in the cashier next to her father who also menasiri, Anisa, where the seat is in the middle of the store room and easy to see to all sides without accidentally looking at Ridwan and his shop security, the shop security, Anisa quickly stood up from her seat and chose to approach even though she was still blocked by the storefront.

"Snakes."

Ridwan of course welcomes the pleasure of Anisa who now stands behind the storefront.

"What's wrong?

Anisa asked with her soft voice, making Ridwan's heart like cotton flying in the wind.

"Sina,"

Although among them there is a gold display case where in it to display bracelets and necklaces, but still Ridwan heart like a sack race.

Anisa herself is also not much different, her clean white face looks red, smiling shyly like the moon that appears when the date is not full.

"Nw .. This is a deposit from mbok Rat, Nis."

Ridwan placed Mbok Rat's lunchbox package for Anisa on the window between the two of them with trembling hands.

"Oh, how can you be the same?"

Anisa asked, her voice still sounding so soft.

Ridwan smiled, although he only dared to look at Anisa at a glance.

"So sending Mbak Wening, I happen to want to go to the market, Mbok Rat nitip, he said Anisa can not eat rice bought at the stall."

Ridwan.

Anisa laughed a little.

"It doesn't really matter if the food just happens to be a good fit, it just so happens that the stalls near here are a bit too salty for Nisa's tongue."

Said Anisa.

"Ooh..."

Ridwan nodded with a smile.

"Ehm... Um!!"

Suddenly, the voice of Haji Syamsul as if deliberately disturbing Anisa and Ridwan.

Both of them clearly understand the code given by Mr. Haji Syamsul.

Ridwan who is not comfortable finally excuse Anisa, making Anisa so look at Ridwan with a bad.

"Thank you, yeah."

Anisa said to Ridwan.

"Together Nis."

Ridwan.

"Ehm!! Nis, this is a lot to serve."

Haji Syamsul was impatient.

Anisa sighed.

Not his brother, not Faizah. They're just the same.

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