Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

4. A Sad Story

Dusk had arrived when Ajeng finally came out of the simple house of Mother Teacher Iis.

The unpretentious Mother Teacher escorted her students out of the house and began to go home with an invitation.

All of them there were about eight children, and of the seven children were picked up on motorcycles, only Ajeng came home with an ontel bike invitation.

But...

Ajeng did not feel discouraged, as a child who always ranked well in school, many friends who always liked to be friends with him without seeing Ajeng had anything.

"Jeng came home, ma'am, assalamualaikum..."

Ajeng greeted his Master, then climbed into the uncle's bicycle.

Bu Guru Iis waved his hand, accompanying the departure of Ajeng who was piggybacked by his Uncle.

"Who is that?"

Ask his mother Bu Guru Iis when Ms Guru Iis turns around and will enter the house again.

His mother is seen standing at the front door staring at Ridwan who was away from the Ajeng with his simple bicycle ontel.

"Uncle Ajeng Bu."

Ma'am Guru Iis replied, apparently opening her hijab pin, she would prepare to cook dinner and afterwards pray maghrib and would go to Anisa's house.

They've made a pact to come to the study at the cottage today.

"His uncle Ajeng, means his sister Mbak Wening who works at the home of Haji Syamsul?"

Ask Mom again.

"Winggih Bu, he who studied in pesantren since graduating Junior High School, school while mondok, has graduated S1 now go home to the village."

"Kok you know a lot of to?"

Her mother, Master Iis, smiled meaningfully.

Madam Master Iis whose name is Istikomah just sighed.

He knew very well what was now in the mind of the Mother.

Yes, especially if not a candidate for him.

Many times the Mother tried to match the Istikomah with her chosen man, but none of them attracted the Istikomah.

I don't know, actually Istikomah has not been thinking too much about marriage.

"He seems like Pak Guru's new religion at Iis Bu school, which has been rumored by Pak Haji Mursyid since the beginning of the month."

Istikomah said at last.

"Why doesn't he know you?"

Ask Mom.

Istikomah laughed a little.

"This mother, right Mr. Ridwan has not started teaching, he seems to have just returned today, Ajeng said, if his Uncle came home would be a religious teacher, but not in Ajeng school, Ajeng said, but in Kinan and Eca's school."

"Oh Kinan and Eca are your students at school."

Istikomah.

"Means there's a chance that you guys are a match, I'll pray, he's obviously a sholeh man."

Said Mother.

Istikomah who heard of course immediately hugged his mother.

"Mother, don't be so ta, don't pray name, he may already have a prospective wife who has also been waiting for his proposal, already ma'am, let everything flow like water, let it all flow like water, I haven't thought about marriage yet."

Iis.

Mother sighed.

He still wants Ridwanlah who will become a daughter-in-law.

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The twilight wind was blowing all over.

The rice in the rice field looks moving through the wind.

Ridwan pedaled his bicycle approaching the yard of his house which is still in the form of land.

The Jackfruit Tree seems to have begun to bear fruit, maybe it will soon be ripe and can be enjoyed.

Young jackfruit is also good if made megono rice, especially if added chicken opor anyway.

Ridwan finally stopped his two legs, the bike stopped and Ajeng came down cheerfully.

"Moeuu..."

Ajeng yells.

"Heeee... Assalamualaikum if you enter the house."

The voice of Madam Wening sounded from within.

Ajeng immediately gave his greetings to his mother.

Ridwan led the bike ontel Mbak Wening to the top of the terrace, then put them all into the living room where the right side of the room was empty no seats.

After making sure his brother's bike is parked well, Ridwan closed the door of his house because soon Adzan Maghrib will roar.

Mom is seen uncovers the curtains of the room door, she comes out of the room.

"Wan, pray in the mosque, later worshipers said reduced a lot."

Said Mother.

"Give Ma'am, Ridwan take a shower first."

Ridwan.

Mother nodded.

"Since Ustadz Saleh joined his wife is indeed a mosque so less alive, worried if the Islamic shiar will be dimmer. Especially the cultivation of morals in the younger generation lately seems to be lacking once, you try later to enter and start approaching the prosperity council of the mosque."

Ma'am Wening.

"Later I will try to talk, Ajeng also stories of many friends who can not participate in the cost of tutoring so they do not have activities, even though they were studying in the place of Ustadz Saleh."

"Yes, it used to be Ustadz Saleh in addition to teaching teaching also teach prayers and even often tell about the struggle of the scholars in independence."

"He's a history scholar too, of course he's mastered that."

Ridwan.

Mbak Wening who was originally busy ironing seemed to pull the cable from the plugs.

"Bak want an omelet, just cooked a papaya stir-fry, you're okay with an omelet side dish?"

Ask Ma'am Wening.

"Woh I eat anything inshaAllah will never complain Ma'am, eat it is true only for us not hungry, not to obey lust. Anyway as long as it's halal, alhmdulillah."

Ridwan.

Ma'am Wening nodded.

"Well, we'll eat the fried chicken after you start teaching and it's payday."

The words of Mbak Wening made Ridwan laugh.

"inshaAllah Ma'am... Aamiin's."

Ridwan then walked towards the back of the house, he looked towards the bathroom which saw the pool of water was not full.

Ridwan hung his towel on a nail near the door frame, then walked towards the well to draw.

It has been since the last time Ridwan returned home sanyo is indeed dead, and to this day they have not been able to fix.

Ma'am Wening looked into the backyard as well, stuffing a pinch of rice into a feeding container in the chicken coop, then picking five cayenne pepper from a pot that was on the outside of the kitchen.

"Sir, I just found out that Mrs Hajjah Syamsul is dead."

Said Ridwan while drawing water.

Ma'am Wening turned, then nodded.

"Yes, forty days more. You know what?"

Ask Ma'am Wening.

"Yes met Anisa accidentally when she wanted to go to the tomb of the Father, she was just the new nanny to the grave of her mother."

"Ooh yes, that Anisa was most shaken by the death of Hajjah's mother, because she was the one who was shaking at that time."

Ma'am Wening.

"Died in an accident?"

Tanya Ridwan was surprised.

Ma'am Wening nodded.

"Yes, go home shopping, overtaken by angkot, Anisa lost balance and then the motorbike towards the sidewalk and hit a tree. Bu Hajjah was thrown and his head hit by the asphalt."

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun."

Ridwan seemed shocked to hear his story.

"Now it's sad Anisa wants to go out and talk to people again, was in the room continues, but it seems to go to family events have not been strong, so left at home."

Ma'am Wening.

Ridwan heartbroken to hear the story of Anisa adoration of his heart.

Pity is so pity.

If Ridwan could be a melipur his sadness over the departure of the Mother, of course Ridwan would do anything to be able to do it.

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