Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

2. The Face of Ayu

Ridwan looks scooping rice on a zinc plate patterned with red flowers, sambal terasi in cobek with his favorite steamed pete makes him more hungry.

Mbak Wening accompanied Ridwan in the dining room while picking cassava leaves for tomorrow morning will be boiled as lalap with sambal and fried mendoan.

"What day does it mean to start teaching in Wan's school?"

Ask Ma'am Wening.

"inshaAllah if there are no obstacles starting Monday next week Ma'am."

Replied Ridwan, who then gulped tea wedang aroma jasmine production Tegal.

Tea that is still steaming hot feels directly give a fresh effect on the body of Ridwan tired.

"Oo, there's five days left..."

Mumba Wening.

Ridwan nodded, as his hand was now on the table, reciting a prayer before a new meal after it began to eat its food.

Mbak Wening finished picking cassava leaves, then stood up to leave Ridwan enjoying his meal.

Ridwan never eat while talking, he will eat until it runs out first, after that he will talk again, unless his mother asks, Ridwan will still answer.

Ma'am Wening walked out for a while, outside looked two friends passing from the shop menenteng shopping crackle.

Both look to stop as soon as they see there is Mbak Wening.

"Ning, don't you work?"

Tanya Asih, one of the women who is a friend of Mbak Wening since childhood.

Ms. Wening smiled, her hand still holding a plastic container containing freshly picked cassava leaves.

The streets of the village that some of them have been a lot of seem to be inundated with rain that fell earlier.

"So the family holiday Pak Haji Syamsul went to Batang there was a family event."

Ma'am Wening.

"Ooh but the gold shop opened it I saw the stitching setor home."

Said another friend named Risma.

"Ealah Ris, let me just sew so I can work from home."

Ma'am Wening.

"Lho, I told you in the past, you have to buy a sewing machine that is like mine Ning, which is gedi, which can make speeding, you have to buy a sewing machine that is like mine, nek use your sewing machine you know when it's finished, ndak dapet money and boss will also not want because long."

Risma.

"Oh yes I forgot, yes want to buy the price is expensive Ris, I can not afford."

"Yo sewing in the boss place alone is there a lot of sewing machines."

"Eh you are piye the Ris, wong Wening is keen to work from home, nek kerjo in the boss yo mending at the house Haji Syamsul at three pm wis mulih."

Asih became anxious himself to hear the Risma even like not going backeng.

"Later tek find a used sewing machine kayak mine sik wae wis Ning, if there will be tek love inpo."

Risma said at last, after getting scorned Asih.

"Maturnuwun Ris."

Ma'am Wening smiled.

Simultaneously from within came the sound of the child Mbak Wening noisy,

"Buu eee, Ajeng's pink hijab doesn't exist."

"Oh this Ajeng you know if you want les always fuss hijab."

Ma'am Wening sounded grumbling,

"Wes Ning, we're going home first, I'm going to take a bath, too."

Asih.

"I'm the kids have been bathing from earlier, just left for tutoring later delivered husband, just this is asking for a night cooking omelette given sausage, sausage, yes, my children really like to eat only the present."

Risma while showing a pack of frozen sausage.

"Ooh now there is a Bu Hindun shop frozen and yes."

Ma'am Wening saw a package of sausages that contained quite a lot, must be expensive, inner Ma'am Wening.

"Yes it's fortunately Bu Hindun is now available frozen fut too, it was a week ago liquid from the Bank, so that's for additional stall capital, I was so helped do not have to go to the mall to buy sausage, nuget and fris fres."

Ma'am Wening was stumbling, while Asih looked annoyed to hear Risma continued to boast but his sentence was not true, as he said, while the innocent and innocent Mbak Wening did not feel that Risma was boasting in front of him.

"Mr Eeeeee..."

There was the voice of Ajeng again, this time he appeared at the door, his face was bent looking at his mother who was even cool talking.

Bring Asih.

"Later tek we a Ning."

Risma.

"Come on Ris."

Ma'am Wening smiled, then rushed back home to meet Ajeng.

"Had Ajeng, ndak politely shouted so much as Mom, let alone Mom was talking to Mom's friends."

Omel Mbak Wening while entering the house.

"Lha wong Ajeng wants to go to tutoring, a pink hijab doesn't exist."

"Yes wear that there used to be, it's a lot in the wardrobe Ajeng hijab yellow, green, blue, black."

Mbak Wening said, continuing to grumble.

"Yo Ajeng clothes pink when the hijab is yellow."

Ajeng got upset.

"Lha what's the problem, does Ajeng's head hurt when wearing a yellow hijab?"

"It's not good."

Upset.

"Aw child now, wearing clothes with different colors can be a problem."

Mbak Wening grumbled as he passed through the dining room to go to the ironing table in front of the room Mbak Wening and Ajeng.

Ridwan who had finished eating, and would bring his dirty dishes to the well behind the house to be washed saw Mbak Wening nagging Ajeng so forced to stop.

"What's wrong with you?"

Ask Ridwan.

"This is your niece you know only the problem of her dress pink hijab should be pink, wear a hijab that just does not want."

"Yes different colors Uncle, Ajeng clothes are pink, the volume in the closet there is only yellow, green, blue is the same black, it is not compatible."

Ajeng.

Ridwan.

"Former mama just want to singa Ijo color dress hijab red color is okay, you know difficult."

Ma'am Wening was stirring freshly washed clothes and had not been ironed.

"Said Rosulullah, your son is not living in your time, so do not be forced to live the same life as you. As long as it's not negative, it's okay, if it's a hassle, just change clothes whose color comes with the hijab in the closet."

Said Ridwan mediating.

"Well, Uncle is the best."

Ajeng of course happy because he felt defended.

"Eeit, but Ajeng also should not be snapped Mother, speaking louder than Mother, that too Rosulullah does not like. Ajeng must talk well with Mother, if there is something that Ajeng does not like, convey it in a good way, so as not to make Mother angry, annoyed, let alone sad."

Ridwan on Ajeng.

It looks awful, then...

"Yes Mom, Ajeng changed the blue shirt, the blue hijab is in the closet."

The word Ajeng finally.

Ma'am Wening sighed.

"Mbak want ironing, you who take Ajeng go tutoring ya Wan, in Bu Guru Iis, whose house is near Pak Haji Syamsul next to Bale Village."

"Haji Syamsul? Ooh Anisa's house?"

Asked Ridwan, who so called the name it felt like his heart was trembling.

Shaded the face of ayu classmate was first, the face of the first girl who entered Ridwan's dream as he got his puberty.

"Ah yes, Nisa is your friend, Wan, she deserves to ask me sometimes about you."

Ma'am Wening.

Ridwan looked nervous.

"Mbak Wening knows where."

"Lho kan Mbak has two months of work at his home Pak Haji Syamsul, his doughnut wong factory is bankrupt."

Ma'am Wening.

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