Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

57. God's Plan

Ridwan today began his teaching duties in the third and sixth grades, then he also got a teaching schedule for each week.

Ridwan is quite happy and relieved, because it turns out that teaching at school is much lighter than just teaching the Qur'an naji which really must be very careful when seeing his students pronounce every letter.

At about eleven, when the religious lesson in sixth grade ended and Ridwan left the class almost simultaneously with Miss Teacher Iis who came out of fifth grade adjacent to sixth grade.

"Mom, see you again."

Said Ridwan greeting, saying,

Teacher Iis who was seen walking while holding two history books for fifth grade Elementary School smiled.

"Last hour sir?"

Ask Teacher Iis.

Ridwan nodded his head.

"Mom, this happens to be the first day of teaching directly get two schedules, but Alhamdulillah already finished all."

Said Ridwan,

"Alhamdulillah... God eases all business?"

Ridwan smiled, though,

"Yes Ma'am, thank God..."

Ridwan and Bu Guru Iis went hand in hand while talking about their school building which is now there is construction of a large enough space.

It is said that it is a special room for children to later learn many traditional arts.

Still only limited to extracurriculars that will be required to be followed by students such as scouts, but will not enter the lesson schedule.

"So what will be taught to the children?"

Ask Ridwan.

"If not wrong, there will be dance, gamelan, ketoprak, karawitan, there are still many sir."

"Ooh..."

Ridwan.

"Yes, the Headmaster wants us to also have to participate in culture, because after all this is also an asset, an ancestral heritage that is actually our pride as a nation."

Said Ma Guru Iis.

"I always ask children to start learning more about everything that related to their country in the past with love. If I was teaching history, would invite children to come into the story first, I would ask some children to play the characters we discussed."

"You seem to learn history because you love history itself?"

Ask Ridwan.

Looks like Master Iis nodded, though,

"I'm in love with our nation's history sir, I also want children to at least feel that love for their Nation."

"God willing..."

Ridwan smiled at Master Iis's reply.

And, once again, Ridwan was amazed by the figure of the woman who was now nearby, who walked calmly towards the Master's office.

True said people, beautiful face is relative, but intelligence and good personality, so radiating on a woman who is actually a normal face, making them attractive and awesome.

And that's what Ridwan felt when he saw the figure of Master Iis.

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Anisa in her room who was crying to sleep seemed to wake up in a weak condition, she staggered out of the room.

Anisa was walking in an indeterminate direction, the house looked lonely, she came out of the house through the main door of the house, walking continuously out of the gate like a dazed person.

He wants to be happy in his own way, but why does it seem to be illegal for him?

The girl continued walking down the hot village streets.

Today the road looks lonely, Anisa continues to walk and continues to walk, until she reaches the highway she continues to walk in the direction of the foot step.

His mind was empty, and so was his heart.

There was nothing else he really wanted to achieve at this moment other than death, he was fed up with his life, a life that was not entirely his.

Anisa stared at the road that now looks like vehicles passing by non-stop.

Some of the transport drivers said hello asking Anisa's destination but Anisa lazily replied.

Indeed, Anisa did not expect that Ma'am Faizah and Abah would do everything to her, and what they did to Mbak Wening was very evil.

Destroyed everything, destroyed everything, destroyed everything that Anisa hoped would be the turning point of her life changed for the better.

There's nothing else Anisa can do now, nothing else Anisa can dream of now. Everything is destroyed, it feels like meeting Ridwan even Anisa will no longer be able to talk to him, let alone look into his eyes.

Anisa was teary-eyed, an incredible sadness made her lose energy.

The path without feeling more and more staggering, the eyes of fireflies and his head seemed to be circling.

Anisa who began to feel her eyes then dark trying to find a handle, but she seems to have been unable to survive, until finally collapsed into the street.

A car that happened to be passing from the opposite direction saw Anisa collapsing instantly stopping.

Some people around the road also moved quickly to help.

"I'm sorry... Excuse me... This is my brother..."

The person who got out of the car restrained some men who were about to lift Anisa's body.

"Do you know who he is?"

Askthem.

The man nodded, though,

"Yes." Yeah."

The man then asked people to help open the door of his car, so that he could bring Anisa into the car.

The man who is none other than Vishnu then said thanks to the people who participated in helping it.

Yes, of course, Vishnu who had been from a distance had looked at Anisa who staggered alone, of course, it was impossible to be indifferent and unhelpful.

Moreover, Vishnu saw with his eyes how Anisa fell just collapsed into the streets.

The girl was like in a state of severe depression, can not be imagined if Vishnu did not pass right there.

Vishnu quickly took Anisa to the nearest clinic so that he could get help immediately.

Anisa's pale face made Vishnu really worried.

That girl, the girl who managed to steal his heart long ago.

The girl who had just turned him down last night, who should have proven she could be happy with her choice, now just fell on the streets alone.

Arriving at the clinic, Anisa directly by the officer and treated by a guard doctor.

Just when entering the clinic, Anisa also fortunately aware, at least with so Vishnu do not need to worry too much anymore.

Vishnu sat in the waiting room, considering whether he should call Anisa's family, or later just wait for Anisa to be examined.

Anisa herself in the room seemed to cry again, she felt like she wanted to die alone and regretted why she could still wake up and finally still see the world that only made her sick.

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