Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

25. The Ustadz

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi..."

Ridwan said his greetings as soon as he arrived at the door where he taught naji at the home of Pak Haji Imron.

The place seemed to have been a stall that was then not used and finally used to teach teaching.

Of course, this is the contribution of Mr. Haji Imron and his family is very large for the surrounding community, where part of his house he presented as a place where children learn and know their religion more closely, he said, learn to read the verses of God better.

"Waalaikumsalam warrohmatullahi..."

The voice of Mr. Haji Imron answered Ridwan's greeting, who was now on the doorstep, smiling.

Mr. Haji Imron who was accompanying the children to read the Quran himself seemed to stand up to welcome the arrival of the young ustadz.

"Mongo ustadz Ridwan... Monggos."

Pak Haji Imron greeted with courtesy, Ridwan nodded and then entered the study room.

Ridwan and Pak Haji Imron shook hands, then Pak Haji Imron asked the children to greet their new ustadz.

All three seemed happy, though some were timid.

They shake hands with ustadz, they,

"Sit down again..."

Ustadz Ridwan said, children according to.

"Kids, I will replace Mr. Ustadz Saleh from today, I will replace Mr. InshaAllah with you to teach, bismillahrrahmanirrahim, may our activities be guided by Allah Subhanahu wata'ala."

Ustadz Ridwan said,

"Aamiin..."

The three children present guaranteed Ridwan's words as prayer.

Ridwan then asked permission to Pak Haji Imron to immediately start their learning activities, Haji Imron was pleased to welcome.

Ridwan started from testing the Hijaiyah reading one by one of them, making sure that they really understand what they read is certainly important for children.

After that Ridwan asked where they had studied last time with Ustadz Saleh,

"I reached Surah An-naml."

Said a boy sitting at the front.

"I'm still Al-Baqarah."

Said one female student.

"I'm still Al-Fatiha."

Said another boy."

Ridwan who heard the children answer smiled,

"Alright, Ustadz ask permission first for one by one of you to read Alfatihah again ya."

Ustadz Ridwan.

"Lho, why do you have to go back and read the alfatihah Ustadz?"

Ask the front male student,

"Because Alfatihah is a mandatory surah that is read when we pray."

Ridwan.

"We have to make sure our Alfatihah reading is correct and good. It's not that Ustadz doesn't believe you're smart, but since it's ustadz who's in charge of you now, Ustadz wants to be absolutely sure if you've heard it firsthand."

Ridwan added.

"Al-fatihah also said Ustadz Saleh can we give to parents or relatives who have died, is that really Ustadz?"

Ask the female student.

Ridwan.

"That's right, that's right..."

"Hafsa tadz..."

The girl introduced herself.

"Nah Hafsah, Ustadz Saleh said, that surah Al-fatihah can also be given to the dead, to our parents, to our brothers, our grandmothers, our grandfathers."

The students are sleepy.

"That's why, let's both learn to read Al Fatihah well, so that later when the prayer is also good reading, and when we send it as a gift is also good."

Ustadz Ridwan.

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At home, Ajeng was still crying while lying on the floor because he was not woken up to teach his Uncle.

Madam Wening who was tired of persuading finally let Ajeng cry as he pleased on the cold floor.

"Ajeng, let's not cry anymore to, the floor is cold you know later Ajeng is sick."

The Mbah Putri tried to persuade Ajeng again, but it seems that the boy was too disappointed, he really looked forward to the moment to go to teach again, and more special this time the one who taught was his own Uncle.

"Let Ma'am, let it suck, if persuaded continue to plug."

Mbak Wening said looking from the kitchen and middle room divider door.

His mother sighed, rubbed the head of Ajeng the only grandson, and then stood up.

Said Mother.

"Just nambai fried mendoan same terasi nyambel Bu, this is no pete all steamed Ridwan like."

Answer mbak Wening.

"Oh, you wis."

Mother then walked towards the iron bed in front of the TV, looking for a betel container made of woven bamboo.

Simultaneously, it was heard in front of Ridwan's house saying greetings along with the sound of the creaking of the open door.

"Assynoltom..."

Ridwan entered the house, then opened his umbrella again wet and placed near the bicycle parked in the front room.

"Goddessalam..."

Answer Mother.

Ridwan went into the living room, he would greet his mother, but how shocked Ridwan was to see Ajeng lying on the floor crying.

"The bird is awake you have departed."

Said Mother.

Ridwan smiled, then crouched down to rub his nephew's head.

"O Uncle's nephew, let's get up."

Ridwan gently pulled Ajeng's body which began to cool because it was on the floor.

"Have you prayed yet?"

ask Ridwan.

The gentleman shook his head.

Ridwan wiped the tears of his nephew,

"Excuse Uncle, Uncle earlier forbade Mother to wake Ajeng who overslept while studying,"

Ridwan said subtly.

"Not Uncle does not want to invite Ajeng, but Uncle does not want Ajeng to wake up shocked later his head is dizzy, especially outside the rain is also very heavy."

Ridwan again.

"But... But Ajeng did not teach."

Ajeng said very sad.

Ridwan.

"Kan Ajeng can teach with Uncle today, Uncle will pray at home only today, so that Ajeng can directly pay with Uncle."

Hearing him Ajeng looked at his Uncle,

"Uncle to the mosque? Not scolded by God?"

Ask Ajeng.

Ridwan chuckled, he stroked Ajeng's head.

"Allah is Most Merciful and Merciful, Allah will not be angry if Uncle today does not go to the mosque for a reason."

He looked smiling,

"Now Ajeng bathe well, it's almost five in the afternoon, Ajeng prat asar, we learn it can while waiting for maghrib."

Ridwan.

Ajeng.

Ajeng stood up from his seat on the floor, coinciding with Mbak Wening who entered the middle room to take papaya leaf saute that afternoon made Ridwan.

"From that moment Wan rolled around like Risol, crying can't be persuaded."

Mbak Wening said to Ridwan who is now walking towards his mother for the night.

Ajeng himself entered the room to get a towel because he would obey his Uncle went to take an afternoon bath.

"It's okay, Ma'am, the name is also children, if the cry is not scolded, it will become discouraged."

Ridwan.

"But it will be spoiled, a little cry."

Ma'am Wening.

"Crying is the normal expression of the child when sad, disappointed, angry. Asked why and understanding love slowly, later the child also understands how."

"Ah Ma'am mah impatient, kesel if you see the crybaby."

Ridwan shook his head.

Mom rubbed Ridwan's arm.

"It's normal, your mother can be patient, the chicken opor live again."

Said Mother chuckling.

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