Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

70. Weekend

On Saturday this weekend, Ridwan after dawn was ready to go with Pak Haji Imron to Jakarta.

Mother and Mother Wening until not sleeping again since waking up to night prayers because preparing provisions for Ridwan.

"Don't bother Mom, Ma'am... There are many streets."

Ridwan.

"This can be eaten when you get to Jakarta as well, so do not be confused looking for food, especially in Jakarta it said that the price is very expensive."

Said Mbak Wening while arranging fried chicken into the bushel.

Ridwan sighed, though,

Yes, however, the intention of Mbak Wening and his mother is a sincere intention to make Ridwan have no trouble finding food later.

Ridwan finally nodded his head with a smile, then as soon as Mbak Wening gave a row of three, Ridwan received it with thanks.

"What will you get from Jakarta Mbak?"

Ask Ridwan.

"Do not have to think about souvenirs, anyway your business is smooth, successful, you go home safely, the wis is enough for Ma'am and Mother, yes to Bu?"

Ma'am Wening to his mother, who of course seemed to nod yes.

Ridwan greeted Mom and Ma'am Wening.

"I'll go first Ma'am, Ma'am..."

Pamit Ridwan's.

Mbak Wening and Mother nodded, then drove Ridwan out of the house to the terrace, even Mbak Wening to the front yard,

"Later Ajeng must have cried you have left, let it be rather cry to ask to come."

Ma'am Wening.

Ridwan laughed a little, though,

"Later Ridwan will find souvenirs for Ajeng to be happy tomorrow night Ridwan came home."

Ma'am Wening nodded.

Ridwan then say goodbye again, he went to the house of Pak Haji Imron on foot.

Ma'am Wening from the yard, by the way, and the Mother of the terrace followed with a haru eye and an unfailing prayer so that Ridwan would be successful and would no longer be insulted by arrogant people like Pak Haji Syamsul.

Ridwan walked down the village road to Pak Haji Imron's house.

Until there Pak Haji's car is ready in the courtyard, Pak Haji's personal driver was wiping the car when Ridwan arrived.

"Assynoltom..."

Ridwan said hello,

"Goddessalam..."

Driver Pak Haji Imron, whose name is Pak Karto, answered Ridwan's greeting.

"Haji sir is still teaching, sit down first Mas."

Said Mr. Karto to Ridwan.

Ridwan nodded, though,

"Have breakfast? Inside prepared breakfast by Pak Haji's family."

Said mr. Karto.

Ridwan seemed to show his three-stacked small bushels.

"I was brought by Mr. Karto."

Ridwan.

Mr. Karto brandished both of his thumbs.

"Feed."

Said Mr. Karto.

"Perhaps want to taste Mr. Karto, this is Ma'am Wening's and Mother's cooking."

Ridwan then put his three-story row on a long bench in the courtyard of Haji Imron's house.

Mr. Karto approached, and when the bushel was opened, it looked tempting fried chicken as if calling to taste.

"Can I eat one?"

Ask mr. Karto.

"Lho, monggo sir, please go ahead, more is fine."

Ridwan even happy Pak Karto willing to taste.

"Waduh so delicious, coincidentally inside there is fried rice, take the fried rice first, this plus fried chicken is steady."

Said Mr. Karto.

Ridwan.

"Mas Ridwan would like me to get them all? The same as opo? a coffee? Tea?"

Ask Mr. Karto.

"Ooh tawdar tea yo? Okay, get it first, you'll wash your hands."

Said Mr. Karto.

Ridwan nodded, then sat down on the plastic chair in the courtyard.

The courtyard of Mr. Haji Imron's house is already usually filled with chairs because every night there are many people sitting around.

Mr. Haji does provide food and coffee and tea free in front of the house, so anyone if the night of the villagers has not eaten, or for example just returned home hungry work there is no food at home, want to buy to the shop closed, they can eat at the place of Pak Haji.

The food provided is not fancy, just rice only on magicom, then the side dishes, such as fried and oreg tempe, or sambal lalab and tempe fried tofu, sometimes only crackers and dried potatoes.

But if during the month of Maulid and Ramadan, usually Pak Haji will add a menu with beef jerky every night one jar.

Mr. Haji Imron has been since before he became the village head, even since his great-grandfather was already famous for being generous, so no wonder for the villagers and around if he really loved his figure.

"Son Ridwan has arrived?"

Suddenly Pak Haji Imron appeared at the main door, looking out where Ridwan seemed to be sitting.

"Oh no Mr. Haji."

Ridwan seemed a little nervous because he was daydreaming about how lucky Pak Haji Imron has a good nature, and God also gave the opportunity for him to share and indeed he was very trustworthy on his property.

Pak Haji Imron who is a graduate of Islamic boarding school clearly shows that people with a good level of religious knowledge and practiced with Istiqomah will be a very amazing person.

"Son Ridwan breakfast first monggo son, later so that on the road do not catch a cold."

Mr. Haji said.

Ridwan nodded, though,

"Pak Karto is preparing Pak Haji."

Ridwan.

"Ooh Alhamdulillah, not later breakfast first, I also want breakfast first."

"Excite Mr. Haji, maturnuwun..."

Along with that Mr. Karto the driver appeared at the side door of the house carrying a tray with two dishes of fried rice and two large glasses of tea wedang, and not to forget the crackers.

"Sir Haji, breakfast bade rumiyin niki sir."

Said Mr. Karto.

"Gift Mr. Karto, monggo monggo..."

Pak Haji.

Mr. Haji Imron, a middle-aged man who was sholeh then entered his house, and, while Pak Karto approached Ridwan who stood up to greet him to help take dishes containing fried rice and also tea glasses brought by Mr. Karto using a tray.

"Fried chicken sir, monggo."

Ridwan.

In addition to fried chicken, in the bushel there is also beef jerky, and dried spicy potatoes.

Mr. Karto tasted everything because it looked delicious.

Mixed with fried rice somehow tastes for Ridwan, but it seems to Pak Karto it's delicious.

Ridwan and Pak Karto enjoy their breakfast with a voraciously, after breakfast, Pak Karto smoked one stick before Haji Imron came out and took them off.

"Not smoking, is it?"

Ask Mr. Karto.

Ridwan shook his head, though,

"Mboten Sir,"

Mr. Karto is sleepy,

"If I can't Mas if I don't smoke, the innate dizziness."

Said Mr. Karto.

"So you're addicted, sir, everything that becomes opium is difficult to leave."

Ridwan.

Mr. Karto nodded with a smile,

"Wife keeps making a fuss to stop, he said redundant, but not smoking also I do not work spirit."

Said Mr. Karto while laughing.

Ridwan mesem thin,

"There will be a time for Mr. Karto to find the spirit of work not because of cigarettes, if for now the spirit because of cigarettes is okay to make, but still try to leave if it is more mudhorotnya. Slowly, that of two packs is just one pack, that of one pack is half a pack."

Ridwan said subtly.

Mr. Karto nodded,

"inshaAllah Mas."

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