Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

32. Curious

Anisa will just call Iis, when she sees Iis coming on her bike near the gold shop where Anisa is waiting for her in front of the store.

Her parents' shop was closed, and even her employees had gone home leaving Anisa alone.

Iis smiled, as her moto stopped in front of Anisa's shop.

Anisa moved from where she was sitting waiting for Iis, she then walked over to Iis who preferred to wait for Anisa who approached.

"Old kok Is?"

Anisa asked as she prepared to go up to the splat.

"Yes, that was to drive Miss Wening home."

The deg!

Hearing him Anisa immediately gave a slightly startled expression, clearly in her shadow was Ridwan.

"Hey, why dumbass? Let's go up."

Iis.

Anisa smiled, then climbed up on the bonfire behind Iis.

"You went to Wening's house, you know his house? Go there often?"

Ask Anisa.

Iis of course shook her head.

"I've just seen it, if I've only heard the story so often."

Iis.

"Anyone at Wening's house? Her husband said she was dead."

Ask Anisa.

Iis back put forward his motor cleavage,

"Nobody was there, I just met his mother, Ajeng was also invisible, maybe taking a bath."

Iis.

"Oh."

Anisa meng oh right.

Iis again increased the speed of his motorbike once he finally got out of the parking lot, his first destination was a bookstore.

"It's not that Madam Wening is now on her sister's shuttle, how could you just shuttle?"

Anisa asked again as soon as they were on their way.

"I mean Mr Ridwan? You know Nis?"

Ask Iis.

Anisa seemed nervous to be asked Iis even though they were currently not facing each other.

"Nwg... That's anu, what, ngg nganter Ma'am Wening."

Anisa's answer is unclear.

Iis frowned, then, then,

"So Mbak Wening to the rice house thanks to Ma'am Faizah, because I happen to want to go and Mbak Wening said he wanted to go home on foot so I bargained for a ride all over."

Speak Iis.

"Mbak Wening didn't pick up his point?"

Anisa asked along with the motorbike Iis carried across to the bookstore,

"Yes, he said there was the same event Mr. Haji Imron to his friend who was sick."

"Haji Imron's former grandfather?"

Ask Anisa again.

Iis nods.

The motor went into the parking lot of the bookstore, after looking for a place close enough to the exit, Iis parked the motorbike.

The bookstore is next to a store that sells various foods and drinks, one of which is meatballs that later Iis and Anisa want to eat there.

Anisa got off the bat, followed by Iis who took off her helmet, then also got off the bike.

"You look for the history of world war II and also the spread of Islam in the archipelago."

Iis said when she finally took Anisa's hand to quickly walk towards the store.

Anisa followed the footsteps of Iis who was so excited, Iis indeed so long ago, if she went to the bookstore, she was like getting twice the energy.

"You want to buy a book, too, Nis? Just buy Nis's novel, make it harder to sleep, so don't daydream."

Iis.

Anisa smiled, then nodded.

"Dee Lestari's Novel, or Raditya Dika's funny one, so you can smile a lot."

Said Iis staring at Anisa who was again just smiling knots.

"What do you think, Mom? It's sweet and looks so good, isn't it, Mom, that she's a good girl?"

Ask Mbak Wening after finishing the bath and prayers asar.

Ajeng was studying in the room after the asar prayer, while Mother was like usual enjoying betel while watching TV.

"Yes... Yeah..."

Sahut.

"Just fit that Mom if it's the same Ridwan, how do ya ma'am let them be a match?"

Mbak Wening sat next to his mother who is now arranging betel leaves in the container.

"Lha how, a soul mate is already there to arrange, how do you want to follow busy chat it how the story?"

Mom shook her head.

"Mom, yo we are human beings."

"Your sister's efforts to, ben wae Ridwan chose himself, he was an adult, already knew which would be suitable later to be a wife, so a good mother-to-be for the children she was born with."

"But Ridwan was always avoiding female friends, always keep distance, difficult later can mate."

Said Mbak Wening.

Mother heard it directly manabok Mbak Wening's thigh,

Plaque!!

"Well, I've been stabbed by iki piye jal mother."

Mbak Wening auto protest.

"Lha wong you even talk later Ridwan is difficult to be a mate."

Said Mother.

"Yo means it..."

"Vice... Uwis to, whose name is a mate if it is time yes there will be a way, after all who knows Ridwan actually has a choice, if he always keeps his distance from women, if he always keeps his distance from women, lha wong religion does command that, instead you are wrong."

Said Mother.

Ma'am Wening laughed a little, though,

"Don't blame Mom, just be pessimistic."

Mbak Wening said in between his laughter.

"Here you cook it, I want to eat fried tempe spanked chili Ning used lalab basil."

Said Mother.

Ma'am Wening finally according to move from his seat.

"Tempe it, ma'am?"

Ask Ma'am Wening.

"Come on. But your son you asked what he wanted, the taste of children is different from the old mother."

Said Mother.

"Ajeng there will be rice thanks to Ma'am Faizah, it is complete, there is chicken in unison, there is milkfish, there is perkedel, there is potato fry sambal, vermicelli use shrimp, tofu tempeh, there is, tauco lombok - ijo."

Mbak Wening served dishes in rice thanks to the giving of Ma'am Faizah.

"Oh yeah, there's rice thanks to ya."

"Iyo Bu, but if you want to keep making fried tempeh spanked sambal yes it's okay."

Ma'am Wening.

Mom looked shaken, though,

"Yo wis do not have to cook again later even waste food, sin, eat only what is already there, do not overdo it."

Said Mother.

Ma'am Wening nodded.

"Bikin banana fritters only ma'am, he said bananas in the yard there are already starting to cook."

Ma'am Wening stood up.

"Well that's right, Ajeng and Ridwan will also like."

Said Mother.

Ma'am Wening nodded, he went to the kitchen to get a knife, after choosing a knife big enough, Mbak Wening then exited the house through a side door in the backyard near the well.

The chickens of Mbak Wening looked paced while occasionally pecking at ants and other insects.

Maak Wening came out of the side door to the yard and prepared to choose the bananas to be processed.

There are some banana trees that have been fruiting, and some of them are almost ripe.

Ma'am Wening will ask Ridwan tomorrow morning to harvest everything, then he will process the not so ripe to make chips, chips, and the ripe ones he would treat as snacks for every afternoon their friends drank tea.

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