Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

84. Won't Allow It

"Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar..."

There was the sound of Adzan maghrib reverberating, accompanying the sky that was a beautiful shade.

The luster of the sun had dimmed already, descending to hide behind a hill in the distance, giving room for the moon to be replaced.

Ma'am Wening pedaled his bike faster, as soon as the village road, he passed by teenage boys who cost around there neatly wearing sarongs and cocoa clothes to the mosque.

There are also some fathers who also cross paths with Mbak Wening, where they will also go to the mosque.

The paddy field stretching along the path was illuminated by the remnants of sunlight that would soon completely disappear, the rice that has been harvested now leaves a rice field that will wait to be worked again by the farmers.

Ah yeah, farmers, they are people who are often forgotten, how they work all day in the fields as part of the people who make food needs in this country fulfilled.

The farm workers are now old, not many young people want to go down to the fields and continue them.

The lifestyle that now requires many people to behave like artists with useless content, making the push to get rupiah in large quantities defeats the desire to maintain the profession that since ancestors have been cultivated.

The land of gemah ripah loh jinawi seems to be headed for food shortages someday, where farm workers no longer exist, and landowners give up defending their rice fields.

The rice fields are sold, landed, made into kaplingan, housing, then consciously we can not find rice as easily as now.

Ma'am Wening pedaled his bicycle approaching the yard of his house which now had the porch lights turned on, imagined directly how later Ajeng protested because Mbak Wening late home, and did not take him for a walk.

Fortunately, Mbak Wening had bought martabak, if it was not clear Ajeng would be crammed overnight.

Wening's brother got off his bike once he finally got to the front of the house. The Maghrib Adhan has now been replaced by the voice of people in the mosque bersholawat,

Ms. Wening led her bike up to the terrace, then opened the door handle plan and put her bike in once the main door of her house was perfectly open.

"Assynoltom..."

Said Mbak Wening, along with he entered and Ajeng ran from inside because he first heard the sound of the creaking door of the house that opened.

"Hmm I love breaking promises."

Just straight away Ajeng nagged.

"Greetings first, new nagging."

Ma'am Wening.

Ajeng pursed his lips, although he eventually remained in response to the greeting.

"Mommy was talking to Bu Bejo for a long time, so it's a chore, but I bought this martabak for Ajeng."

Mbak Wening said as he reached out to Ajeng kresek containing the martabak box that he deliberately bought.

"Asian..."

Go straight prancing, prancing,

"One afternoon Ning,"

The mother also emerged from the inner room, looking out from behind the curtains that were installed for the front door and the middle room where there was a TV room, dining room, and three rooms owned by the mother, Ridwan and Mama Wening.

Mbak Wening took a crackle containing tempe that he bought from Bu Bejo, then walked over to his mother to shake hands.

"Chat with Mrs Bejo, Mom."

Ma'am Wening.

"Bu Bejo still takes care of his own tempo business?"

Mother asked, now they entered the living room, while Ajeng seemed to go to the kitchen without being told to take an empty plate.

"Still Mom, since Mr. Bejo died, Bu Bejo even handled all his stalls in three markets."

"Ooh, that's amazing."

Mother-sleeping, mother-sleeping,

"This is if the production tempe Pak Bejo and Bu Bejo, the tempe is good for making chips, had met the mothers on the question of tempe chips, so tomorrow Wening will try to make a few packs."

Mbak Wening.

"Yes, tempe chips seem to be selling Ning better."

"Mom, I think so."

Ma'am Wening looks very sad.

Mother said giving advice, Ma'am Wening nodded,

"Mother, inshaAllah Kok Wening is always grateful for every fortune from Allah."

Ma'am Wening said.

"Later if it is really possible for the main income, the banana that Wening took as long as it is still in the garden Mother will I just change Mom,"

Said Mrs Wening,

"Wis no need, any wong that yo parents have belongs to the child as well, do not need to count so Ning."

Mother refuses subtly,

"It's still business to ma'am."

Mom sighed, though,

"It's not worth discussing Ning, it's all that grows in the kebon you manage, I see everything can be money alone Mother is grateful and happy."

Mother's words are always sincere, making Mbak Wening so moved.

Ah indeed lucky indeed the children who grew up in the care and care of his mother, when the Mother was alive, healthy and still sincerely taking care, it certainly is a blessing.

"Wis Ning, take ablution then pray, this afternoon Ridwan was already on the phone again."

Said Mom telling Ma'am Wening.

Earlier, Mbak Wening was deliberately left at home, besides indeed because his cellphone ngedrop.

Yes, Mbak Wening is fast to drop because the battery is soak. Want to buy again but the money is still used continuously for the needs of Ajeng school and also to help the needs of everyday home.

"Oh Alhamdulillah if Ridwan has called again ma'am."

"So that's the phone with the vidionya, which I saw on TV."

Said Mother.

"Is that Vidio call?"

"Yo don't know, I don't understand so, your son is the one who can change so there is a Ridwanannya like TV."

"Uncle room besaaaar once Bu, there is his TV, there is a refrigerator, there is a springbed, and there is also a large glass window so Uncle open can see Jakarta Bu."

Ajeng who was busy moving martabak on the plate joined the drift.

"When we go there, Mom..."

Rengek Ajeng later.

Ma'am Wening and Mother so looked and finally only able to shake their heads,

Sleeping in a hotel so for Ms. Wening it is better to buy fried food for one month. Inner Sister Wening.

"Wis let's pray first, already iqomat it."

Mother said back to remind me,

"Ajeng ngajinya have reached Surah An-nisa Mbah, later najai sama Mbah."

Get down from the chair and walk towards the Mbah.

"Let's go and pray first, then pray with Mbah and njai with Mbah as well."

Ajeng nodded, though,

Mbak Wening who heard Anisa instead so remember the figure of Anisa who had Mbak Wening saw in the car with the man at the red light.

Yes, Ma'am Wening sure as hell if it was Anisa.

He said he was not at home running away because of Ridwan, but today even Mbak Wening saw him with a male friend whose face was not so foreign to Mbak Wening.

Not Mbak Wening thought, it turns out Anisa is also the same as her family, so underestimated Ridwan, absolutely no respect for the existence of Ridwan.

Indeed, Mbak Wening will make sure in earnest that Ridwan no longer hopes for Anisa.

Even though Ridwan will be successful and Pak Haji Syamsul directly who asked Ridwan to be his son-in-law, became the husband of his daughter, Mbak Wening would not allow it.

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