Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

55. Brother Protector Brother

"Cilaaa... All crazyaaaa... all crazyaaaaa!!"

Anisa screamed into her room.

Meanwhile, Mbak Wening in the family room still stands facing Pak Haji Syamsul and Ma'am Faizah who is arrogant header of the sky.

"Yes how can we not be suspicious? Everything is set in such a way, as if you deliberately planned everything because you must know that the mas shop is a legacy that must be very valuable."

Ma'am Faizah.

"O Allah, truly for us, lives in the blessings of Allah Subhanahu wata'ala for which we are most grateful. We are not greedy for treasure!"

Firmly Mbak Wening.

"People have always been under the guise of religion to look good, there's been a lot like that."

Mr. Haji Syamsul said but the sentence was very painful.

Ma'am Wening to shed tears.

Indeed, he did not think that a Pak Haji could still talk with a narrow dose of thought and only based on the world.

"Graduate pesantren, surely he needs a rich wife in order to establish a cottage and can only get a lot of money."

Haji Syamsul said again.

Wening's chest now feels like it wants to explode, so it's not in the end Mbak Wening to break the table.

Brak!!

And that attitude obviously made Faizah look a little shrunken.

"Can you be so demeaning to the graduates of pesantren!!"

Ma'am Wening is very emotional now, if possible, surely he has thrown the table towards the face of Pak Haji Syamsul and Mbak Faizah.

Indeed, if in ancient times there was a story of Pharaoh who was so arrogant, it turns out that today Ma'am Wening feels met with the crumbs of Pharaoh, hihihi...

Ma'am Wening clearly did not understand, how can there be such a proud person, even though in this world not only those who become rich.

Have they never seen TV?

Never seen rich people on TV so much? Are they so kudetnya or are they stupid advanced stage?

Mbak Wening clenched his hands with a trembling body he tried to face both his employers.

"Asal Pak Haji and Ma'am Faizah know, Ridwan was in the boarding school as well as the school, he also now has a Bachelor of Islamic Education. He is now a Teacher in the same school as Master Iis."

Ma'am Wening.

"Asal Pak Haji and Ma'am Faizah know too, since Ridwan returned home, my mother and I have encouraged him to be with Ms. Teacher Iis. None of us knew Ridwan had any connection with Anisa. If Ridwan was serious with Anisa's mother, he would have told us."

Added Ms. Wening.

"We are poor, but we have pride, we are not born and educated by our parents to be treasure worshippers, we love science more and our life is to seek the pleasure of God."

Ma'am Wening spoke with tears.

"Thank you for all this blatant humiliation, I have not hesitated to stop working since now, I don't want to work for people who even insult graduates of pesantren who should just be if you are a Muslim who loves pesantren people who where there is a place to study religion!"

Wening looks still emotional.

"And thank you also Mr. Haji and Ma'am Faizah so blatantly insulted my sister in front of me, in this way, I will convince my mother and sister to never like Anisa for whatever reason!!!"

"Even if Ridwan can be a successful person, I will make sure not to let him be with Anisa!!"

Ma'am Wening then snatched Ridwan's letter paper for Anisa who was on the table,

"Just because this letter written by Ridwan makes you have evil thoughts, when you should be logical, it's just a letter of children, love of monkeys, love that only has a glimpse, but if you are logical, it's just a letter of children, you're too confident apparently, until his mind gets dirty and sassy."

Ma'am Wening after talking like that and then he pamit. He refused to say anything more.

Mbak Wening went to the back room where Mbok Rat appeared to be standing at the door with driver Pak Haji, both of whom seemed so petty and concerned.

"I say Mbok, sir, I'm sorry if during my time working here maybe my behavior and speech was wrong."

Mbak Wening said while wiping his tears on his cheeks.

Mbok Rat hugged Mbak Wening who finally cried again,

Ma'am Wening.

Mbok Rat nodded in understanding, he could very well understand what Wening was feeling.

Mbak Wening then released Mbok Rat's embrace and said again.

"I go Mbok, it's Mbak Anisa better at seeing, lest he get depressed and then do terrible things. Her family's not well, pity her."

Mbak Wening told Mbok Rat.

Mbok Rat nodded.

Ma'am Wening then grabbed her cloth sling bag and immediately came out of Pak Haji Syamsul's house from the side door of the house.

Every step he took away from it he intended earnestly to never step on the courtyard of the house again.

They insulted me? I can still forgive.

They're demeaning? I can still accept it.

But...

This is what they despise is Ridwan, who they despise also the status of a child who graduates pesantren, not even just insulting but bad thinking that tends to slander, evil, very evil.

Ma'am Faizah, I really hate her so much now.

Maybe he accused Mbak Wening of conspiring with Ridwan and the head of the study only so that Ridwan could enter the house of Pak Haji Syamsul then could become an official son-in-law and finally enjoy the legacy of Anisa's parents as well.

Basic human-human treasure worshipper, greedy, arrogant!

Mbak Wening feels like he wants to shout loudly so that everyone in the village knows how exactly Pak Haji Syamsul and Mbak Faizah.

How arrogant they are, how evil their mouth is, how horrible it is to be in contact with people like them.

Ma'am Wening opened the gate of Pak Haji Syamsul's house and once out he closed it violently.

It's okay not to rampage on the person, now he can rampage on the fence of his house first.

Mbak Wening walked to the stall located in front of Pak Haji Syamsul's house.

There seems to be one ojek pangakalan who is eating lontong rujak.

"Where is Ning going? The market?"

Ask the shop owner.

"Go home, Mom."

Reply Ma'am Wening.

"Have you come home at this hour?"

The shop owner's mother was astonished,

Mbak Wening sat on a long wooden bench not far from Pak ojek who was spending his speech.

"The story is long, ma'am, but obviously from tomorrow I no longer work at Mr. Haji Syamsul's house anymore."

"Lho, how's it going?"

The shop owner's mother was so shocked,

"I will focus on making chips, if the one here is over, just call me ma'am?"

Ms. Wening said.

The shop owner's mother nodded.

Mbak Wening then asked Mr. Ojek to drive him home as soon as he saw the rowdy on the plate of the ojek pack finished.

"Go home, ma'am."

"Yes Ning,"

Mbak Wening sighed, then followed Mr. Ojek to his motorbike parked in front of the stall.

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