Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

42. Heavy Duty

Iis sitting on the edge of the bed, she saw Anisa who was beaming today.

Although both eyes look puffy, but Iis can feel if Anisa is in a much better state.

Deep in Iis's heart the deepest, as a friend he felt happy to see the tired Anisa began to smile brightly.

Unlike before that Anisa despite smiling, she seemed to be clearly not doing well.

Anisa looks busy removing books from the paper bag, then arrange the books Iis on the bookshelf collection Iis.

Since long ago, Iis was a child of literacy, he even wanted to establish a reading house for children.

Unfortunately, the interest of Indonesian children to read books is very less, compared to other countries, Indonesia is a country whose interest in reading it is quite low. Especially for history books.

"You should have just knocked on the door of the room to teach the children."

Anisa said, after finishing arranging the book on the shelf then she chose to sit next to Iis.

"I'm not feeling well, it looks like you're having a serious conversation with Mr. Ustadz."

Iis.

Anisa sighed,

"We were just talking about Umi, I heard her telling the story of a Sholeh child who always sends prayers to her parents, I remember Umi."

Said Anisa.

Iis stared at Anisa's face, a naturally beautiful face that was unpolished make up.

"But, with you talking about Umi, your relationship from now on can get closer to Nisa, your hope to be with Ridwan may be realized and this is the way God opens the way."

Iis.

Anisa nodded.

"Yes Is, we can finally exchange phone numbers, I'm so happy."

And Anisa's face was met with red, blushing in shame as she said how happy she was finally able to exchange phone numbers with Ridwan.

Iis tried to force her smile for her best friend.

"Thank God Nisa, the soul mate will not go where, if indeed you are destined to be together, there will also be a way, but if not..."

"Don't..."

Anisa suddenly interjected and shook her head,

"Don't go on Iis, I've just started, I just want to think about the good stuff."

Said Anisa while looking at Iis,

His two clear eyes seemed to tear at Iis's heart, realising Iis that he was about to make Anisa hear a sentence that would grieve her.

Yep...

If you are not a match, you want to like whatever the effort, still will not be able to match.

"Yes Nisa, sorry."

Iis finally said sorry, Anisa laughed a little, Anisa,

"It's okay, I know you're not feeling well, must be lazy to listen to my story with Ridwan, you rest, right said Mother, mumpung rest you have to rest, rest, let me help you cook."

Anisa said as she stood up.

"No, you'll be tired."

Iis held Anisa's hand.

Anisa smiled, though,

"I want you all to learn to cook Is, so that like you, good at cooking good food, I also want to be able to be like that, can be a woman who cooks pinter, can be, to be a good wife and mother."

Hearing Anisa's words Iis finally released her hand from Anisa's.

"Yes well."

Iis nods.

"Anyway, you rest, I'll be your mother's assistant today."

"Nisa, you're not going to the store today and you should be on holiday, right?"

"Ah is okay Is, once in a while, let Ma'am Faizah guard the shop, after all Ma'am Faizah who actually really wants to have the store, I just pretend not to know."

Said Anisa.

Iis smiled at Anisa.

"Yes, be patient, no matter how big your brother is."

Iis.

Anisa nodded.

Anisa then prepares to leave Iis's room,

"You rest yes, when it's ripe I wake up."

Anisa gave a small smile, Iis nodded towards her who was now walking out of the room through the door curtain.

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"Assynoltom..."

Ridwan after teaching the children at the home of Pak Haji Syamsul, Ridwan immediately asked to come to the place of Pak Haji Imron.

"Someone wants to meet Ridwan,"

So said Haji Imron.

Therefore, Ridwan finally from the house of Pak Haji Syamsul directly to the house of Pak Haji Imron.

And sure enough, once there, it looks three men with a neat appearance that he said he wanted to meet Ridwan seen already waiting in the living room of Pak Haji Syamsul's house.

"Goddessalam..."

Answer everything.

Then...

"Well, this is what Ridwan's name is, Nak Ridwan's monggo comes in, monggo..."

Pak Haji Imron invited Ridwan who was still at the door to enter the house.

Ridwan also said, he entered with his right foot, then greeted three men who were with Pak Haji Imron.

After shaking hands with everyone, Ridwan sat next to Pak Haji Imron.

"This is Nak Ridwan, these are the children of Mr. Sahudi, the story goes, Mr. Sahudi left a will, the will, he wanted to proclaim one of his parcels of land to create the foundation of the house of Tahfiz and also the cottage for the orphans of the widow who could not afford."

Mr. Haji Imron represents Mr. Sahudi's family.

"Alhamdulillah, very noble."

Ridwan.

"Well, he-he's his son is all busy, this is Mas Dirga working at Pertamina in Bontang, this is Mas Anjar working at the foreign ministry, this is Mas Dirga working at the foreign ministry, while Mas Bagas is the largest airline pilot in Indonesia."

Haji Imron said again.

The three men who were sitting in front of Haji Imron seemed to nod their heads in a gentle manner.

Ridwan of course secretly admired the three, they were successful and the son of a rich man, but there was absolutely no impression of arrogance.

"So this is Nak Ridwan."

Mr. Haji Imron became a spokesman to open talks so that later it could be immediately clear.

"This man, due to time constraints, wanted to give this trust to me, but I told him that I was old, afraid, worried, worried, not finished the construction of tahfiz house and cottage, I've died first."

Mr. Haji Imron.

Ridwan who had originally nodded and smiled, suddenly became anxious,

"So, I gave the name Nak Ridwan to him, because I think Nak Ridwan besides younger, also more qualified. Nak Ridwan can teach naji, and it is also worth it if babysitting the cottage for children."

"Oh Allah, it is not so, my knowledge is not how much."

Ridwan immediately refuted, he always felt discouraged if considered to have high science.

He doesn't feel so.

"Please Mr. Ustadz, we are very blind with religion, you may also feel so. Even throughout his life, he had never been on Hajj, even though economically we, sorry, had enough."

The man named Mas Dirga who seemed to be the firstborn explained.

"Yesterday after you were buried, a brother told us that you should also have Hajj, if the money is there and the people are in good health and do not perform Hajj, it means that the person is equally indebted, and of course we don't want our Father later in the afterlife to be in trouble for that."

"Then we also want to send Mr. Ustadz to take the Hajj for our Father."

Ridwan felt that his body was now shaking, he felt that what was in front of him was too big a trust and he was afraid.

"We ask Mr. Ustadz for help, we ask that you help us to relieve us to carry out our Father's will."

Said Dirga again.

"The construction of tahfiz houses and cottages will be fully funded, even for operation. One hectare of the land of the Father in this village is also planned that the harvest will be given to support the needs of the cottage."

Mas Anjar Mas Dirga's.

Ridwan was speechless, confused as to what to answer, and,

"Son Ridwan, you have his knowledge, while he-he has a treasure that wants to be useful, he said, moreover, there is a good will from the Father in his illness to death who certainly hopes that there is some of his property that can reach the people, I hope Nak Ridwan is willing to help them."

Mr. Haji Imron.

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