Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

200. Cherry's Nephew

"So, you're going with Miss Iis not Mr Ustadz?"

Tanya Mas Arif on the way home after first taking Iis and her mother first to the house.

Ridwan looked smiling, only then nodded.

"InshaAllah,"

Answer Ridwan anyway,

Arif smiled too, too,

"Alhamdulillah, I am also happy to hear Mr. Ustadz, I think the panjenengan is indeed very compatible with Ms. Iis, anyway if later panjenengan and Bu Iis married, inshaAllah the children born are the sons of sholeh and sholihah."

Mas Arif said still from behind the wheel,

"Aamiin O God,"

Ridwan also guaranteed.

His face seemed radiant, it seemed that his heart had indeed sincerely removed Anisa.

More sincere again, because the woman he had loved since he was young, now finally coupled with men as good as Vishnu.

In this day and age, of course looking for a figure like Vishnu is very difficult, because not only does he have a bright future, but his understanding is also sublime, he said well awake, he said, he also maintained the quality of his worship.

Might as well...

Maybe it has not been until the worship of the sunnah, but for mandatory worship, Vishnu is quite good in maintaining its quality. It can be seen, from when he always took the time to stop by the mosque when entering prayer when he was on the way.

"When is the plan to marry Mr. Ustadz? Sorry to ask this question."

Arif laughed crisply, though,

Ridwan also laughed because of it.

"Not yet to know Mas, there has been no definite discussion in that direction, but clearly, just pray that everything can go well Mas."

Ridwan.

Arif is also slouching,

"Yes of course Mr. Ustadz, of course I pray everything smoothly, facilitated, in the ridhoi, anyway all the best until later married and until after marriage as well."

Mas Arif said.

Ridwan looked to stumble a smile,

His heart continued to guarantee what Mas Arif said.

Ridwan stared at the streets out there, where now there are fields and gardens that mostly began to be cleared to be used as land plots.

Ridwan felt, indeed the episode of his life has now gradually changed, but surely, everything will be different from before.

"Sir Ustadz wants to go straight home, or stop by the foundation first?"

Tanya Mas Arif, considering that the day is still not too late.

"Well, I'll just go home Mas, inshaAllah tomorrow go home to teach, I'll stop by the foundation."

Ridwan.

Arif nodded, though,

"Sign Mr. Ustadz, ready."

"In addition, Mas Arif also has to rest, in the afternoon there is a teaching schedule right at the house of Tahfiz?"

Ask Ridwan.

Arif is slouching, though,

"Prize Mr. Ustadz, that's right, today I'm on the teaching schedule."

Ridwan nodded, though,

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"Ajeeeengs... Ajeee... That's all his clothes were picked up by Jeeeng..."

Mbak Wening as usual his voice shuddered from the direction of the living room of his house.

He commands the child from the living room while packing orders for chips to be taken and also delivered to customers.

"No need to yell at Niiing, noisily."

Said the mother who just finished the asar prayer, she looked out of the room.

"Lah Ajeng, if you like not to listen to Mom, talk to the chicken."

Said Mbak Wening,

"Yo podo you, like to talk to the chicken."

Said Mother.

"Lha, the chicken who likes to talk first og."

Said Mbak Wening, making Mother so chuckle, Mother,

"Ngawur, chicken kok ngajak talk first."

She walked to the TV room, turned on the TV and sat in a wooden chair holding her betel container.

"That's Bu Lurah's order?"

"Where's Ma?"

Ma'am Wening asked back.

"Well, that's what you've prepared, it's going to be delivered, right?"

"Ooh, this, not to Bu, has Bu Lurah just processed tomorrow."

Ma'am Wening said, then he stood up from his seat,

For a moment he stretched out his hands.

Along with that, Ajeng went inside carrying a basket containing clothespins that had dried.

Because it was placed carelessly into the basket, BH and some negligence belonging to Mbak Wening on falling from the basket, he said,

"Ajeeeengg..."

Ma'am Wening who was originally going to chat with Mom, once he saw the laundry fall, of course, immediately excited.

Ajeng who had difficulty lifting the basket, just laughed giggling Seeing his mother immediately move as fast as lightning picking up his negligee and BH.

"But five minutes, ma'am, haven't been fumed."

Ajeng.

"Because of you, nyuci until half dead, even on being allowed to fall."

Upset Mpa Wening who then put his negligee and BH into the basket that Ajeng originally brought and now has been placed on the ironing table.

Mother in front of the TV chuckles at the behavior of Mbak Wening and Ajeng who always just like two larvae.

Meanwhile, in the front yard of the house, a car stopped, Ajeng who was sure it was his Uncle, then Ajeng immediately jumped happy.

"Definitely Uncle."

He said, quickly running to the front room of the house to welcome the Uncle.

And sure enough, the new-looking Ridwan got down from the car as soon as he saw Ajeng coming out of the house and standing on the porch with a smile towards him immediately smiled back,

"Monggo Mr. Ustadz, please excuse me."

Mas Arif said he was still behind the wheel.

"Oh nggih Mas Arif, maturnuwun,"

Mas Arif nodded his head, then drove his car away from the front yard of Ridwan's house.

"Name,"

After the death of Mas Arif's car, Ajeng immediately rushed towards his Uncle.

"Hmm don't run around too fast just yet, remember the leg has not recovered properly."

Ridwan.

Ajeng giggles,

"Just a little run for Paman, a little bit like a flea."

Ajeng.

Ridwan laughed.

He then gave a souvenir from the reception place Anisa and Vishnu.

Bross is beautiful, surely Ajeng likes it.

"This is for Ajeng, Uncle?"

Ask Ajeng.

Ridwan.

"Yes that for Ajeng, can be used at school, must be very beautiful."

Ridwan.

Of course, it's fun not to play.

"Uncle doesn't buy chocolate either?"

Tanya Ajang while swaying spoiled.

"Ooh yeah Uncle forgot, later we go to minimarket, want?"

Ask Ridwan.

"Yeeee asiii..."

Ajeng of course immediately cheered.

"But Uncle prays asar first, it's too late."

Said Ridwan.

"Okay Uncle, asiap."

Sahut Ajeng's.

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