Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

65. Special Enchantment

Madurese chicken satay, is processed chicken satay that is no doubt delicious.

Even when the chicken meat is still burned, the aroma is very tempting tongue to immediately taste.

Ajeng beside Ridwan looks so happy because today he will sate.

"Let's Ajeng want a six-pick maem can't Uncle?"

Ask Ridwan.

Ridwan stroked his nephew's head gently, though,

"Of course it's okay, ten is fine, Uncle bought thirty stitches."

Said Ridwan which of course made Ajeng cheer happy.

At the same time, a beggar grandmother appeared to pass by asking for mercy.

It looks like the grandmother is not wearing footwear, her clothes are dirty, and her hand holding a plastic used candy package for the container people give a little rupiah for her looks trembling.

Ajeng held Ridwan's arm while looking at the beggar's grandmother passing in front of them.

Ridwan then stood up, calling the beggar's grandmother to stop for a while.

He took the money from his pants pocket, and gave him a piece of twenty thousand for his grandmother.

"Maturnuwun nggih mas..."

The beggar's grandmother thanked him many times, Ridwan nodded with a smile.

The beggar's grandmother continued her path, as soon as the grandmother moved away, the satay seller who had finished serving Ridwan's order handed Ridwan's order.

A buyer suddenly interrupts, though,

"That's just a beggar's grandmother just ekting mas, originally enough people, the house is good, if it runs out begging it in a corner near the market he goes to change in public toilets continue to ride angkot from there."

The buyer told Ridwan.

Ridwan looked smiling, though,

"It's okay, Mas, I don't know he's lying, I just want to give to the person who asks, about lying is his business with God, I mean he's with God, my business is good to think if I don't know, and give when there is a beggar while I have fortune."

Sate's seller heard Ridwan nod in agreement,

"Betul Mas, I was also told by my parents, so the sales person should not be stingy, if there are hungry people the money is less than love, so it is not okay, if someone asks us to please just love, if there is a hungry cat they just ask for the rest of the love."

Ridwan smiled, though,

"Alhamdulillah, it deserves the Merchant is a blessing, since I came, until now the buyer does not want to stop."

"Alhamdulillah Mas, the sustenance of Allah, I want it to be enjoyed according to what Allah has commanded."

"Could you keep nggih sir."

Ridwan prayed sincerely, the satay seller smiled, saying,

"Aamiin..."

Ridwan then invited Ajeng home after paying for his satellite order.

Ajeng brought the crackle containing his favorite satay with a spirit and a smile that continues to grow.

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"Astaghfirullah's..."

Iis seemed to massage his forehead while standing beside his motorbike which suddenly just broke down.

Though as I remember Iis, he was never late to change oil, last Iis to the workshop also seems to say the repairman subscribed to the motor Iis there is no obstacle whatsoever.

Iis looked at her watch, then looked at the already overcast sky.

About five hundred meters from the motor Iis broke down there is a motorcycle workshop that is still open, and certainly Iis must lead the motor to get there.

Iis sighed, the heart intention of looking for Anisa because she was worried and pity imagining Anisa on the confused road not knowing where to go, even now her own confused motor suddenly broke down.

With enough energy left, Iis finally led his motorbike to the nearest workshop.

Along the way, there were some street users who tried to pull over to help, but because of the way they talked like half-tempting, Iis was forced to refuse.

Although he actually needed the help of energy, but really abstaining for him serving men who do not have manners.

Up to half way, when a motorbike again overtakes and stops in front of Iis, forcing Iis to stop her steps.

"Master Iis, what's the motor?"

Dropped later from the battering ram, Iis so wrong behavior.

"Why Ma'am?"

Ask Ridwan also while approaching Iis and his motorbike,

"So, as far as I know some time ago brought to the workshop there is no problem, but do not know why now even strike."

Iis.

Ridwan finally tried to help check the condition of the motor Iis as far as his knowledge, because the basic Ridwan is not a motorcycle child and also not a machine child, then he certainly did not know too much.

After making sure everything that Ridwan knows is fine but the bike broke down, as a result the end still has to go to the workshop as well.

"It has to be taken to the workshop."

Ridwan.

Iis nodded,

"Yes near the Sources Sane Pharmacy there will be a workshop, as far as I know he is open until Isya."

Iis.

"Oh that's it."

"Yes." Yeah."

Iis nodded,

"I'm the one who leads, ma'am, carry my bike boncengin Ajeng."

Said Ridwan.

"Lho, but I... This is a hassle, Mr. Ridwan."

It looks awful, though,

Ridwan smiled, though,

"Not at all, just lead for a moment, monggo ma'am."

Ridwan held out his motor key, Iis stared at the motor key in Ridwan's hand, then somehow he also looked at nearby Ajeng who was grinning at him.

"Later to Maghrib Ma'am, I have a meeting schedule for the formation of mosque teenagers because."

Said Ridwan on Iis who finally inevitably so received the key from Ridwan's hand.

Iis also headed to Ridwan motorbike while holding Ajeng's hand, then went up to Ridwan motorbike with Ajeng.

Ridwan himself guided the motor Iis to the workshop which fortunately is still open.

"Well, this is the machine, tomorrow afternoon at the earliest Mas, I ask for his phone number only, I will call."

Mr. workshop owner said after five minutes waiting for him to check the Iis motor that broke down.

Iis who was coming there next to Ridwan hurriedly would mention his number, but Ridwan got in the way.

"I'm just Mom, my number's just."

Ridwan.

Then Ridwan mentioned his name and phone number that he could contact the workshop sir.

After feeling enough, Ridwan was saying goodbye and invited Iis and Ajeng home.

"I just take Ma home, but we just pass in front of my house? So that Ajeng can go down first, fearing that on the road later maghrib, it is not good for children to be outside the house, the sunnah of the Prophet is children inside the house when the time of Maghrib comes."

Ridwan.

Iis nodded, he was resigned because the day was too late, his mother would be worried if Iis did not come home quickly.

Iis finally sat on Ridwan's sidecar with Ajeng as a barrier.

The afternoon is cloudy and began to look will soon be left the sun in fact now looks so brighter and brighter for Iis.

"Mom Iis know, why do I forbid to call Mom's own number?"

Ridwan asked Iis when they were on their way home.

"I forbid Mom to call her own number so that there are no men who had a lot in the workshop to make the number hp Bu Iis to mess around, so it's better to use my number."

Bright Ridwan, which of course it makes Iis so gawking, because not expecting Ridwan will think until the bike.

O Allah, is he always this sweet to every woman? How can the servant's heart control itself so as not to be more fascinated by his figure, O Allah. Protect me from falling in love with my best friend, God... Servant please. Inner Iis not karena.

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