Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

41. Be Patient Is

"Assynoltom..."

Iis said hello with her weak voice.

The mother who was sitting in the TV room turned her head and looked surprised to see Iis who had just returned to the house Anisa had come home again.

In addition Iis face that looks sad, of course makes Mother wonder.

"Goddessalam..."

Answer Mother.

Iis whose mood was down to a fairly low level, seemed to enter the room, closed the door of his room without saying anything more to his mother.

Mother frowned, of course this was something that had never happened before.

But, I don't want to immediately press Iis to tell a story.

Mother is also reluctant to ask a lot of questions first, let it be at least a matter of ordinary young people, or maybe Anisa is not there so Iis go straight home.

I went back to watching the show on TV.

The event is not really important, but at this time, people in Indonesia are in trouble can not distinguish what is important and not, which is good and not, which is not, which can and cannot.

Meanwhile, Iis in the room seemed to choose to go up to the top of his bed, laying down while staring at the ceiling of the room which was seen exposed to sunlight from the direction of the glass window of the room.

Room Iis in front of the room does make it easier for sunlight to fill his room, making his room bright during the day without having to turn on the lights.

It appears his hand was placed on his left chest, which felt tightness and pain.

He was afraid that the feeling would continue to drown him, and would make him jealous and spiteful.

Yep...

Love, love,

Iis didn't even know for sure when the taste was starting to be on her.

Iis tried to take her breath deep and exhale her cleavage, trying to calm herself down.

Until suddenly...

Iis heard her shaky tone, Iis momentarily glanced at her purse lying next to her.

Iis sighed, her hand trying to grab the wallet lazily.

He took his cellphone, then saw it, who did contact him.

And...

Iis had to sigh again, when she saw an unanswered call from Anisa.

Unusually, Iis looks hesitant to contact Anisa.

There is a sense of heaviness in the heart, whereas before he certainly did not need to think first to contact his best friend back.

Oh God, what is this feeling?

Why does it feel so burning?

"Astaghfirullah, Astaghfirullah, Azaghfirullah."

Iis said Istighfar, trying to make his heart become calmer and cooler.

Before long Iis finally decided to sit down, set her breath again, then got off her bed.

Iis walked out of the room, then took her steps to the bathroom.

Iis taking ablution water, really that is the best way when foreign emotions enter the self.

After ablution, Iis came out of the bathroom and prayed, asking that his heart should not be made dark and black just out of jealousy.

Ridwan was not her husband, nor was she anyone.

He has no right to keep excessive jealousy, especially if it makes his relationship with Anisa who has been so good just to be damaged.

Iis walked to the dining table, took a clean empty glass that is always in the glass place, he then poured water from a teapot that is also always provided on the dining table of his home.

The girl sat down for a while, read the basmalah, then gulped water from the glass.

After drinking, now his chest that was originally burned slightly reduced, especially before Iis also wudhu.

"This morning let me cook, you're like you're not feeling well."

Suddenly Mom crossed the dining room and walked towards the kitchen.

Iis looked at the mother.

The location of the kitchen and dining room in order to make Iis free to see Mom open the refrigerator and start busy checking the contents.

"It's okay, ma'am, let's go later."

Iis said as she approached her mother.

"Wong you're like sick so really, you've rested there, mumpung saturday, better to rest. Tomorrow too. Monday is back to fit."

Said Mother.

Iis sighing,

Ah Monday, considering Monday tomorrow will be the first day Ridwan teaches at his school, making Iis' heart no longer care.

"What do you want cooked? I'll cook it."

Said Mother.

Iis smiled, even though she was not really willing to smile at the moment.

"Whatever you're cooking, Iis loves it."

Iis.

Mom smiled, mother,

Along with that, suddenly...

"Assynoltom... Assalamualaikum..."

The sound of people saying greetings,

"Goddessalam..."

Mother and Iis almost simultaneously answered the greetings.

"Like Anisa huh Is?"

Mother seemed to convince herself, because she felt familiar with the voice of Anisa certainly.

And sure enough, as soon as Iis would move to the door of her house, Anisa already seemed to smile sweetly in the living room because she had just entered.

His hand carrying Iis's paper bag containing new books which Iis later bought.

"So said Ma'am Wening you went home?"

Anisa asked Iis.

"Yes." Yeah."

Answer Iis a little lazy.

"Trus why don't you come in? You usually call me."

Said Anisa again.

Iis smiling profusely,

"It's okay Nis, suddenly my body doesn't feel good."

Reply Iis reasoned, whose answer was then immediately responded by his mother Iis,

"Yes that Iis not healthy Nis, but in told to rest very hard, want to rest just, mumpung sunday let rest, even want to cook everything."

"Oh then let Nisa be forced."

Anisa said with a smile and then pulled Iis hand towards the room.

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