Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

73. A Journey

Ridwan sat in the middle seat of the car behind Pak Karto who focused on driving his car.

Beside Pak Karto, it appears that Pak Haji Imron is busy talking on the phone with one of Pak Sahudi's children who they will soon meet in Jakarta.

"Oh not ready Mr. Bagas, means we are directly to the hotel or what?"

"Ooh yeah well, well, nggih."

Mr. Haji Imron was so serious about talking on the phone.

Ridwan stared along the highway they were passing.

The sun is quite hot to shine, making Ridwan's eyesight a little glare.

His village is quite far now he left, where Mother and Mother Wening now certainly continue to pray for his safety on the way.

Ridwan sighed, what so this decision will lead him at two points at once.

The point of holding a great trust before God, and also the point where it will look very successful in the eyes of man.

Yes, success, yes,

Of course Ridwan would instantly look like that.

He will be the manager of a foundation, whose building will be built directly, there will also be a considerable asset management granted by Mr. Sahudi, there will also be, and there are many other things that could not even be imagined by Ridwan.

And...

By the time Ridwan was at that point, more and more people would know him, adore him, boast of him, back then, can Pak Haji Syamsul and Mbak Faizah still berate him?

Can they still humble themselves?

Can they still assume that a young man like Ridwan who is a graduate of the pesantren will have no future?

Can they still?

Ridwan suddenly felt a grudge burning his chest as soon as he thought everything back.

Although in the end Ridwan was privileged to drown in his anger again, but still the intention to prove to Pak Haji Syamsul it was not able to disappear just like that.

Yep...

Ridwan clearly wants to prove that he is not that low. That the graduates of pesantren can not be seen as low as that.

Ridwan also wants Pak Haji Syamsul and Mbak Faizah to admit that Ridwan deserves to love Anisa, even if the love was then Ridwan seruskan to the level of marriage though, Ridwan wants to prove that it is also worth it.

"Son Ridwan,"

Suddenly, the voice of Haji Imron called. Ridwan who was thinking about the treatment of Pak Haji Syamsul and Mbak Faizah was surprised.

"Oh no Haji sir, sorry..."

Ridwan like nervous because it is found to be daydreaming and not concentrating.

Pak Haji Imron looked thin, as if he understood Ridwan who later became often dreamy.

Yeah, totally...

Who wouldn't be shaken to experience something like Ridwan.

Pak Haji Imron even continued to regret what Pak Haji Syamsul did the other day at the mosque when he came directly accusing Ridwan of running and hiding Anisa.

Even not only that, Pak Haji Syamsul also like accusing Ridwan of using a devious way to get his daughter because he was unable to achieve the blessing of Pak Haji Syamsul.

Indeed, Mr. Haji Imron even stroked the chest to see the attitude and heard the inappropriate words that Pak Haji Syamsul said to Ridwan.

Let alone being delivered openly in front of a crowd, like a word if every word delivered through writing that only Ridwan who reads was certainly still felt it was inappropriate.

Mr. Haji Syamsul clearly shows his arrogance as a rich man, a person who has a position, a person who feels honorable name in the community because of his social status is clearly far above average.

"Son Ridwan, later we rest first at the hotel, a new meeting can be done at night to be son, because Mr. Bagas is still in the Thousand Islands."

Mr. Haji Imron.

Ridwan looked to nod, though,

"Sir, I'm just crazy."

Said Ridwan, Mr. Haji Imron smiled, then looked back to the front where the road began to be more crowded.

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"Have you heard about Ridwan until Ning hasn't?"

Again, I asked Ms. Wening.

Mbak Wening who is ironing so back and forth see hp again.

"No, ma'am, I think it'll be two o'clock."

Ma'am Wening.

The mother from the kitchen walked while carrying a plate of omelet.

This afternoon because Mbak Wening a lot of ironing, finally Mother who cooks, even though only cook omelet only and regular soy sauce sambal.

"Old yes, means Jakarta is far yo Ning."

Said Mother.

"Lha yo far to ma'am, if it's near the market."

Ma'am Wening.

"Halah jan lambemu kuwi, Jakarta kok likened to the market."

Said the mother who then put a plate of homemade omelet.

Ajeng himself, who lost his uncle this morning, was crying, finally allowed Mbak Wening to play in the rice field with his friends.

"Let's also tell you, Mom, don't worry, I'll eat first, then pray, later if Ridwan tells Wening's news."

Ma'am Wening.

Mother nodded - nodding.

"Mother pray first Ning, so you can be calmer."

Said Mother.

Ma'am Wening nodded, though,

"So it's okay, ma'am, so all of you pray Ridwan quickly to the destination."

Said Mbak Wening,

"Lyo Ning, anyway this Mother since the incident of Mr. Haji Syamsul, every time you think of your sister it feels heartbroken Mother Ning, very sad it feels, Ning nelangsa, Ning, it's a pity that he's a child people do not have like this Mother, try if he's the son of Mr. Haji Imron, would not dare Pak Haji Syamsul insult him just because he fell in love with his daughter."

Mother said with teary eyes.

Ma'am Wening sighed, though,

"In fact, if Ridwan loves a girl other than Anisa also will not be like that Mom, just let Ridwan kok yo fall in love with Anisa, not the same Teacher Iis, you know, it's sweet, good, good, diligent, same filial parents."

"It's called heart, feeling, you can be forced, you can be directed as you like."

Mom's shaking head,

"Yo can to Bu, wong if we are lazy to pray we can force it to pray anyway, especially just the matter of likes and dislikes on someone."

Mother breathed, she,

"Wislah Ning, I want to pray, even dizzy you know talking to you."

Said Mother.

"Ikh Mother, wong Wening is again talking seriously you know, this is for Ridwan Bu, we must direct Ridwan to change course later, change another woman if you want to fall in love let alone choose to be a wife."

Wening's brother remains passionate.

"Come... Iyooo Ning, yoooo..."

Sahut Mom then went to the back of the house to take ablution want to pray.

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