Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

26. A Gift

"Waaan... A ridwan..."

Ma'am Wening at about half-nine at night knocked on the door of Ridwan's room, his voice sounded panicked.

Ridwan who was reading the Qur'an interpretation book finally closed his book, then moved from sitting in front of his study table to open the door to his room.

The sound of the creaking of the opened door sounded typical, as soon as Ridwan opened the door of his room made of wood and board.

"Pripun Ma'am? What's up?"

Ridwan looked surprised to see Wening as pale, pale,

"The bell, the vomiting and the body's fever,"

Ma'am Wening.

Ridwan heard it immediately towards Madam Wening's room.

The mother, whose room was next to Ridwan and heard the conversation between her two children, was seen coming out of the room.

"What's Ning?"

Ask Mom.

"Mother's sick bell."

Reply Ma'am Wening.

"Oh, yo wis must, wong earlier you just let him on the floor continue."

Mother even nagged Ma'am Wening.

Of course it has become a habit everywhere, if Grandma will always be on her grandson's side.

Mother was moved to Mbak Wening's room as well, Ridwan was there talking to Ajeng who looked limp.

"Vomit out."

Said Mbak Wening,

"The body's hot, ma'am."

Said Ridwan as his mother approached.

Ridwan stepped aside to make room for his mother to be closer to Ajeng.

Put his left palm on Ajeng's forehead and also on the left right of Ajeng's neck.

"You go to Wan's pharmacy, get some heat-lowering drugs,"

Said Mother.

"Is there a pharmacy still open at this time?"

Ridwan looked at the wall clock in Madam Wening's room.

"There's a pharmacy near the crossroad, that's reportedly until eleven p.m."

Ma'am Wening.

Ridwan.

"Ning, get the original coconut oil one pisin, mixed with sliced shallots,"

Mother reigns.

Ma'am Wening nodded, he immediately went to the kitchen without asking again and also did not argue.

Ridwan himself headed to his room, picked up his jacket and wallet, then came out again.

"Bak, the bike's using yo..."

Ridwan.

"Let's go..."

Sahut Mbak Wening while pouring the original savory oil from processed coconuts that his mother often made himself.

That said, coconut oil made by itself can indeed also be for medicine.

Ridwan took out Mbak Wening's bicycle from the house, closed the front door again as soon as he had taken out his bike and prepared to leave.

Ridwan saw that the night was no longer decorated with raindrops, only now there was a remnant of the piercing cold, because the wind was blowing quite hard.

Ridwan boards his bike, pedaling it quickly so he can immediately buy medicine for his only nephew.

Ridwan also plans to look for chicken porridge if there is a sale, or bread if he does not find porridge.

Ridwan continued paddling down the road of the village that is open, until he then out of his village road and was near the mosque Uswatun Hasanah, suddenly his bike like zig-zag road, and, Ridwan immediately went down and how confused he saw the tire of his bicycle behind the flat.

O Allah, give the servant patience. Inner Ridwan so look at the tire of his bicycle that may be hit by a nail or what it is until the tire of his bicycle deflated.

Ridwan chirped around trying to remember where there was a patch of tires that opened at night, when later from the mosque was seen Pak Haji Imron just came out of the mosque and locked the main door of the mosque.

It seems that Haji Imron is still like he used to like tadarus after praying Isya while waiting late at night.

Pak Haji Imron approached Ridwan who looked busy with his bike.

"Oh Mr. Haji, nggih niki Pak, Mbak Wening's bicycle tire leaked until it deflated, it looks like it was hit by a nail or something."

Ridwan.

"It looks like it's got nails."

Mr. Haji Imron while checking Mbak Wening's bicycle tire.

Ridwan.

"Son Ridwan just came home or where are you going?"

Ask Mr. Haji Imron.

"I want to go to the pharmacy Mr. Haji, the son of Mbak Wening is sick, it seems to catch a cold."

Ridwan.

"Oh the Ajeng."

Mr. Haji Imron seems to have memorized the names of the students who teach in his place.

"If the workshop is still open about where did Mr Haji?"

Ask Ridwan.

Haji Imron shook his head, sir,

"It seems that if there is no Ridwan near here, if it is near the crossroads there may be."

"Oh nggih sampun, it means I just walk there, all to the pharmacy."

Said Ridwan at last.

"The placement is quite far, son, it takes half an hour if you walk, just like this, son Ridwan to my house for a while,"

Haji Imron.

"But Mr. Haji, I was waiting for Mom and Mbak Wening to buy medicine."

Ridwan tried to refuse.

"Here you go, come with me for a minute, the bikes are being carried away."

Said Mr. Haji Imron,

Ridwan who did not dare to argue again finally according to following Pak Haji Imron.

The house of Pak Haji Imron is not far from the mosque Uswatun Hasanah, still a complex even with the house and stall Bu Wirjo.

Arriving at the house of Pak Haji Imron, Ridwan was asked by Pak Haji to wait just in front, Pak Haji himself entered his house.

Shortly after Mr. Haji entered, the man who belonged to one of the elders in the area where Ridwan lived came back out and brought two keys.

"Son Ridwan,"

Mr. Haji Imron called Ridwan.

Ridwan called Pak Haji Imron soon approached,

"Please open the rolling door."

Mr. Haji Imron pointed to his garage. The garage facing off was adjoined to the place used to teach the children's salary every afternoon by Ridwan.

Ridwan according to open the garage rolling door Pak Haji Imron.

Mr. Haji Imron walked into the garage and lit the room.

It looks there one car model minibus and also three motors that two of them matic and the other is a three-stroke duck motor.

There is another one king motor, but it seems that it is clearly not used because it is placed separately.

Mr. Haji Imron approached his three-stroke duck bike parked to the left.

"This motorbike no one wants to use, I want to sell dear because I used to buy from one of my deceased friends to help him with kidney failure treatment, for me this bike has a history and memories of him."

Said Mr. Haji Imron while then again walking closer to Ridwan who was confused actually why he who was in a hurry was told to open the garage.

Haji Imron held out the key in his hand.

"I'll give the bike to Nak Ridwan, please take good care of it,"

Said Pak Haji Imron which of course made Ridwan surprised.

Haji Imron smiled as he nodded,

"My children do not want to use a motorbike other than matic, I am also now everywhere using a car, the motorbike will be damaged if not used, I want Ridwan only who use it, I want to use it, besides I am sure you will be good at taking care of him, you will also only wear it in the way of Allah. To teach, to teach, and to deliver family alone."

Mr. Haji Imron.

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