Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

40. The Wound of a Friend

Ridwan gave his handkerchief to Anisa who seemed to continue to shed tears.

The Holy Friends have come home because the schedule has been completed, while the Saints who enter the house to store the Qur'an instead smitten fried rice on the dining table.

"Don't blame yourself too much for everything that's happened. Something that happened has become destiny, may Allah be pleased with your efforts to sincerely Anisa."

Said Ridwan to the beautiful woman sitting across the table in front of him.

Anisa seemed to wipe her tears with a handkerchief given by Ridwan, of course, Umi's face continues to loom in the eye and it makes Anisa's heart feel shattered into pieces.

Ridwan actually did not have the heart to see the woman who had been his lover for so long was crying there, maybe if Ridwan was a man who had never studied religious science, he said, he would grab Anisa's body and embrace her so that Anisa would be calmer.

But...

No. gabe. Ridwan knew that it was not the attitude of Muslim men, he looked at Anisa as now he was actually afraid that the hisab over his eyes would get heavier.

But...

Ridwan as an ordinary man also felt so full, seeing the lover of the heart so sad, his eyes seemed unable to turn away.

He wanted to continue to make sure Anisa's crying would soon subside, he wanted the face to be immediately back decorated with smiles.

"What should I do to keep from feeling guilty? If I could meet Umi."

Lirih Anisa's.

Ridwan smiled bitterly,

"More pray for Umi, if all this time only after praying, then add, if all this time only time to the tomb alone, then pray wherever you are, whatever is done as a kindness, then add, if all this time is only time to the grave, wish your reward to Umi."

Ridwan.

"Anisa, he definitely does not want you to continue to dissolve in sadness, because if you continue to be sad, there Umi will also not calm down. The grave will be dark, the path will be narrow."

Anisa looked at Ridwan for a while, but finally looked down when Ridwan returned his gaze which was actually only a glimpse.

"When meeting scavengers or beggars in the street, in the market, or in front of the house, pray for Allah and be given to Umi."

"If there are neighbors of orphans, poor people, or families who cannot afford, be polite and intend because Allah also rewards Umi."

"Or give your provision partly to the mosque, or the cottage, or even the easiest there is a stray cat in the market while Anisa keeps it in the shop, even then it could be a benevolent charity that brings rewards and Anisa can give to Umi."

Anisa nodded in understanding,

"When I went to the market yesterday, there were some stray cats at the market who were scavenging for garbage to eat and they were very skinny, Anisa could start from there was okay, too, for indeed giving food to every living being is alms."

Ridwan.

Anisa nodded again.

"After that, read a lot of sholawat, because sholawat there is no barrier, he will be heard immediately by the sky."

Ridwan.

Ridwan sighed, then...

"Don't continue to sink into sadness, our limits are too sad like only three days, the rest of us must be sincere and sincere in God's decree. It is easy to say and it will be difficult for those who do. But, we must try to be able, slowly, long will definitely be able to."

Said Ridwan again.

Anisa then began to tell her experience since Umi did not exist. Where he often sleeps unsettled due to nightmares.

He can no longer enjoy rest as he used to, because he always feels disturbed while sleeping.

Ridwan listened to all of Anisa's stories patiently.

He occasionally looked at his lover, even if only a matter of seconds.

The pounding on his chest made him between happy but at the same time also sad to see Anisa who turned out to hold so deep sadness.

Meanwhile, outside the teaching room, where Anisa and Ridwan were sitting facing each other despite being on a long table, there was a girl standing by the door.

His eyes looked at the two people in the room with pushy eyes.

His ears that listened to every word that Ridwan had said made his heart tremble as well as slashed.

Moreover, if you see how the gaze of Ridwan's eyes are so soft and shady looking at Anisa, clearly emanated a sense of love in the face of the eye that for Anisa.

Yes, Anisa Larasati, who does not acknowledge her beauty.

Everyone who knew her almost nobody said Anisa wasn't pretty.

The girl, who was none other than Iis, now finally chose to go and return home.

The intention of his heart that will take his paper bag then finally makes him see everything, and so realize that his heart that was originally only amazed by the figure of Ridwan turned out to have a different taste as well.

It was fitting yesterday when she heard Anisa mention Ridwan's name, her chest was rumbling.

It was fitting yesterday when Anisa seemed so excited to tell about her feelings and hopes with Ridwan making one side of Iis' heart like someone is not willing.

The love...

Do I really love the same man as my best friend? Why that? Why should Anisa?

Iis quickened her footsteps out of the courtyard of Anisa's house, passed the iron fence of the mansion, and immediately stepped quickly towards her own house.

O Allah, do not make me a spiteful man, I beg you. Iis Prayer.

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