Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

6. Family And Friends

The drizzle fell into the rain just as Ridwan entered his yard.

Ridwan hastened his steps towards the terrace of his house whose floor is also only covered with cement and on some sides there are holes.

"Assynoltom..."

Said Ridwan as he opened the door of his house, and then entered the house.

Madam Wening looked up from the inner room in the middle door frame,

"Getishalight."

The answer.

"Lock it all away Wan."

Mbak Wening.

"Switch Ma'am."

Ridwan.

Ridwan locked the wooden door of his house, then walked towards the inner room.

"Ajeng is waiting for you to eat together, change clothes and then we eat together."

Said Mbak Wening.

"Oh where is it now?"

Ridwan asked, not expecting since his little nephew until willing to delay eating waiting for him to come home.

"In Mom's room, it was over Maghrib study first."

Ridwan.

"Alhamdulillah, your son is a wonderful son Ma'am."

Ridwan.

"Ah if again fussy is the same as any other child."

Said Mbak Wening.

Ridwan laughed a little.

"The name is also children, the sons of Gus I in the pesantren also so, but yes still those who are important are educated not to leave the prayer."

Ridwan.

Ma'am Wening nodded.

"Alhamdulillah, if for prayer, Ajeng is not difficult to ask, even for maghrib and isya yes always join worshipers with Mother, even though you can have monthly guests."

Mbak Wening.

"Alhamdulillah, the son of sholihah is the best sustenance" Ma'am."

"inshaAllah."

Ma'am Wening then opened the hood, along with that Mother came out of the room with Ajeng.

"Bahar Ma'am."

Ma'am Wening.

"Make Ning's tea warm, don't give it sugar."

Pinta Mother's.

Ajeng walked with his mbah to the dining room.

"You Wan? Made tea?"

Ask Ma'am Wening.

Ridwan.

"No need Ma'am, I'll just drink water."

Answer Ridwan.

"Oh yes already."

Wening walked to the kitchen to make his mother tea.

"Ridwan change clothes first, ma'am."

Ridwan said to his mother.

Mother nodded.

"Yes, change it."

Ridwan then headed to his room.

Ajeng sat beside his Mbah,

"Lauk what Jeng?"

Ask Mbah.

"Fried tempe Mbah."

Ajeng pointed at the tempe fry placed in the middle, near the sambel over the afternoon.

"Mother is not cooking vegetables."

The word Ajeng is like a whisper on his Mbah.

"It's a vegetable."

Mbah pointed papaya stir fry.

"The fruit is the fruit."

Ajeng.

"But it's sauteed means now vegetable."

Mbah.

Why does the food change? Batin Ajeng.

Ma'am Wening returned to the dining room with a glass of green zinc motif like the army.

Smoke billowed from the glass, emitting the aroma of jasmine tea from there.

Ma'am Wening put the glass near her mother.

"Say Ajeng you don't cook vegetables."

Said Mother.

Mbak Wening like his mother, directly pointed papaya stir-fry.

"It's a vegetable."

Said Mbak Wening anyway, which eventually even made Mother chuckle.

Ridwan came out of the room and changed his clothes.

T-shirts and black t-shirts.

He approached the dining table, surprised to see his mother chuckling alone.

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

Ask Ridwan.

His mother finally said, if Ajeng criticized the dinner menu tonight there are no vegetables..

"But that's already a stir-fry papaya vegetable."

Wening defended himself.

The man in his place shook his head.

Ridwan smiled, though,

"Maybe the intent of Ajeng vegetables that use broth, vegetable soup, or vegetable asem or vegetable spinach."

"Damor..."

Ajeng chuckled as he covered his mouth with both hands.

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Darussalam Cottage, Darussalam,

The study visitors who came tonight quite a lot, Istikomah and Anisa were seen sitting next to each other on a carpet that was held on the terrace of the cottage.

The cottage courtyard looks full of visitors who also sit on mats and tarps held on the ground.

Light steel canopy stretches from end to end, to prevent rain from wetting the study visitors.

Abah Yai Sulthon's voice was heard from several salons installed in the corners both inside and outside.

Abah Yai himself was in his residence which was located behind the cottage.

He never sat near worshipers when studying for visitors and female students.

Twice in one week, the cottage is open to the public, villagers and also from everywhere can come to study.

Many people sat with books on their laps, recording what Abah Yai had said.

Some santri write in books that all use Arabic script, then they usually write at the bottom of the writing, it seemed like what Abah Yai had delivered was the ones in the handbooks of the santri.

Today, what we are talking about is the household.

Obligations and rights of each that should be equally learned so that the ideals of establishing a healthy household, mawadah, warrohmah can be achieved.

Of course, learning is not just learning, but must be equally intentional because God lives it as well as possible.

"Menawi mother and father sedoyo sedoyo rumahtanggane diridhoi Allah merga sedoyone pakwa because Allah Ta'ala, inshaAllah sedoyonipun netted blessings, tranquility and comfort."

"Well, pripun kedaeh mother and father sederek saged..."

There was the authoritative voice of Abah Yai, in the midst of the gurgling rain that fell on the roof of the canopy, the voice of Abah Yai can sometimes be heard clearly sometimes not so clear.

But the people remained enthusiastic to endure listening to Abah Yai's lecture until it was over.

Starting from after Isya, the study ended at eight to fifteen minutes.

The rain is still falling, although it is no longer too heavy.

Visitors disperse one by one, especially those who carry their own vehicles.

Istikomah took Anisa home because Istikomah was worried that her mother was alone, after all the rain would stop at some point.

"I only have one raincoat, you wear it, it's okay."

Said Istikomah to Anisa.

Istikomah and Anisa have been friends since childhood, although they only had one school when elementary school, but to this day Istikomah has become their Teacher remains close.

Anisa herself is actually preparing to enter post-graduate education.

Unfortunately the fateful event he experienced with his mother made him too hit, like losing his spirit again.

Long locked himself at home, and today is the first time Anisa again willing to be invited to go to the study Abah Yai in Pondok Darussalam after so many weeks unwilling.

"No ah, you're the one who wears it, you're the one who shouldn't be sick, your student's son will lose it if you're sick."

Reject Anisa softly.

Istikomah shook his head, he opened the trunk of his motorbike, then gave his raincoat which he took from there to Anisa.

"Wear Nisa, I'm fine, I'm healthy enough to just get a little rain."

Istikomah.

Anisa finally relented taking the raincoat from the hand of Istikomah.

"From the beginning you've always been nice to me, thank you Is."

Said Anisa.

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