Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

3. A Meeting

"Ajeng, it will be ushered Uncle Ridwan ya."

Ma'am Wening.

Ajeng looks neat with his robe and hijab, he grabbed a backpack with Elsa Frozen.

"Uncle will wait for Ajeng to finish too right?"

Tanya Ajeng approached her mother to salim.

"Yes, he'll be home with Uncle Ridwan again."

Ridwan.

"The same salim as Mbah."

Ridwan again.

Ajeng.

Looks like the boy ran to the back where his altar is still battering.

"Bah, Ajeng left for tutoring first."

Ajeng shone his Mbah hand.

"Weh, who's going to go with Ta Jeng?"

Ask Mbah.

"Just like Uncle Ridwan Mbah."

"O yes ngono, ati-ati."

Said Mbah later.

"Eh, this is a minute."

Mbah took a small wallet from between his waist, opened the black wallet and removed it then a sheet of five thousand.

"Make a snack."

Mbah.

The adjeng was happy.

"The Mbah stage."

Ajeng while running inside again to meet his Uncle.

"Have you done Mbah?"

Ask Uncle Ridwan.

"Sorry."

Answer Ajeng.

Uncle Ridwan walks into the living room of the house where Mbak Wening's ontel bike is laid.

Uncle Ridwan pulls his ontel bike out of the house, while Ajeng follows from behind.

Madam Wening herself headed back to cook rice for dinner.

"Can't you go up to the bells?"

Ask Uncle Ridwan.

Ajeng.

"Saged by Uncle, it's every day with Mom."

"Eh pinter's son."

Ridwan.

Ajeng then held on to his Uncle riding into a bicycle bonnet.

"Are you ready?"

Ask Uncle Ridwan to Ajeng.

"Sorry."

Sahut Ajeng who while wrapping his hands around Uncle Ridwan's waist.

Rustic wind blowing from the rice field felt hit Ridwan who began to pedal his bike.

The bike drove over the village road which is not so good but still passable.

The expanse of rice fields stretches from end to end on the left side of the road, while on the right side of the road there are simple houses belonging to residents, most of which are still made of boards.

"Ajeng's friends who weren't tutoring?"

Ask Uncle Ridwan to talk to his nephew.

"They're not Uncle tutoring, because he said he paid expensive tutoring, his mother did not want to, but if they pay a visit, but again Ustadz Saleh had not come home for one week, so he did not have a holiday."

Ajeng.

"Where is Ustadz Saleh?"

Ask Uncle Ridwan.

Ustadz Saleh moved into the house of Ustadzah Fauziah.

"Ooh Ustadz Saleh's wife."

Uncle Ridwan.

"Ajeng's friends on like njai, because it can't be tutoring."

Ajeng.

Uncle Ridwan chuckled.

"In fact njai and les are just as good, just as good, just as important as Ajeng."

"Ajeng also saw if there was Ustadz Saleh."

Ajeng.

Uncle Ridwan pedaled his ontel bike through the village road to the house of his Master Ajeng.

"That's the home of Master."

Ajeng pointed at the house of the teacher.

A simple little house whose paint is light green.

Seen two new motorcycles left the courtyard of the house, the house whose doors were wide open was seen already crowded by several children.

"That's Ajeng's friends all?"

Ask Uncle Ridwan when he arrived in front of the courtyard of the house of Bu Guru Iis who is the Bu Teacher of his tutoring Ajeng.

Ajeng.

"Mother Teacher Iis does not teach in Ajeng school, but many Ajeng tutoring friends are one class."

Ajeng said grinningly while descending from the splotch.

Ask Ajeng.

"Yes, but Uncle will go to the tomb first yes, to the tomb of Mbah kakung, then Uncle will come directly here again."

Said Uncle Ridwan.

Ajeng.

"Yes Uncle."

The word Ajeng according.

The boy then walked into the house of the Master Teacher after saying his greetings aloud and answered the children as well.

Ridwan pedaled his bike again, and as he passed a house that is the nicest of all the rows of houses in the village, Ridwan took the time to look at the building of the house.

The house with a large yard and iron fence was quiet, which usually used to be two cars and many motor employees.

Ridwan then steered his bike towards the public burial area in his village.

Actually, he originally wanted to go to his father's grave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, but Ridwan felt that the sooner he came, of course, the better.

Moreover, it just so happened that he all delivered Ajeng lessons which located the house of his Master's Mother not far from the funeral.

So yes at last, Ridwan thought.

Arriving at the cemetery, the tomb guards were drinking coffee near the entrance of the tomb.

Ridwan got off the bike, put his bike near the gravekeeper he was sitting on.

"Sore Sir."

Sapa Ridwan's.

The gravekeeper looked at Ridwan, he looked quite familiar to the young man in front of him.

"Is this not Mas Ridwan?"

The tomb guard pointed to Ridwan who then greeted the father of the tomb guard.

"Please Mr. Leres, I'm Ridwan."

Ridwan.

"You want to go to the tomb of Mr nggih Mas?"

Ask.

Ridwan.

"Just come home nopo?"

Ask the guards again when their handshake is released..

"Sir, I happened to have just arrived earlier, this is because he drove his son Mbak Wening les, so all of you come here to stop by."

Ridwan.

"Ooh yes, tutoring at the place of Mrs Guru Iis nggih."

"Superior."

Ridwan.

"Yes Ma'am Guru Iis, it just graduated this year but open tutoring directly in demand, he said the people are painstaking so many like."

Ridwan nodded with a smile.

"I'll take a minute sir."

Ridwan.

"Ooh nggih monggo Mas... Monggo..."

The tomb guard allowed.

Just as Ridwan was about to enter the tomb area, a young girl came out of the tomb with an older woman.

The girl who is clearly Ridwan will never forget her face.

The only face of the girl who entered into his dream, which for many years made his heart tethered though never dared to express it except through one letter during school separation before Ridwan finally left for the boarding school.

Ah well, the letter, a letter that until now had never been answered, either because the girl was too shy, or justly because she did not have any feelings for Ridwan.

But...

If you look at how he behaves every time he meets Ridwan, it feels actually impossible if the girl does not have any taste in him.

"Sina."

Ridwan ventured to say hello first.

The two looked at each other, although they finally looked down at each other.

Astarghfirullah... Inner Ridwan.

Feeling the vibrations in his outer chest can be tight when he looked accidentally and now faced with the girl makes Ridwan like betraying his religious teachings.

She was not a mahrom, but the temptation of looking at her face was so strong.

"Mas Ridwan, when will I go home?"

Ask an older woman.

Ridwan looked towards the woman.

"Forgot the same Mbok, right?"

The woman smiled.

Ridwan grinned because he could not lie to argue.

"This Mbok Rat, the nanny of Mbak Anisa, was the time when you kindergarten often met, when SMP also helped Mbok in the market was right when Mbok almost hit a bump."

A woman named Mbok Rat.

"Ooh nggih Mbok, sorry... Sorry..."

Ridwan is so bad because his memory is not focused.

Mbok Rat smiled.

"You're going to the grave, aren't you?"

Ask Mbok Rat.

"Picture Mbok."

Answer Ridwan.

"These are the same as Sister Nisa, new to her mother's grave."

Ridwan looked at Anisa again.

Just a glance, because his little heart reminded him not to look at girls for too long.

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