Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

95. Love Monday's

Ridwan rushed into the parking lot with his motorbike, heard in the school field children have been asked to gather in the field to carry out the flag ceremony which is a mandatory activity at the beginning of the week.

After parking his motorbike in the school parking lot, Ridwan seemed to rush to Master's office to store his bag.

Coincidentally in the office lived Bu Guru Iis who was seen storing his bag as well.

"Assynoltom..."

Said Ridwan while entering the room of Master, Guru,

"Waalaikumsalam warrohmatullahi..."

Master Iis replied,

As soon as he found Ridwan who entered the room, it seemed that Master Iis suddenly became nervous.

He obviously did not expect them to meet in this situation, where in the room it was just the two of them.

"Lady..."

Sapa Ridwan thought nothing while heading to his own desk which happened to be near the table of Master Iis as well.

"Oh i. yes Mr. Ridwan, ngg... My monggo, first..."

Nervous as if Master Iis trying to run from Ridwan, until so nervous his legs even so tripped the feet of his own desk.

Ma'am Guru Iis also staggered forward, fortunately there was a table Mr. Hasan until Bu Guru Iis could hold on to the table and hold his body until it did not fall.

"Oh, be careful, Master, if it falls how..."

Ridwan was so anxious, but Miss Teacher Iis who was heavy just a glance turned her head with a smile, smiling, then hurriedly walked towards the door of the teacher's room to get out and immediately to the field where the Teachers had already lined up as well to follow the flag ceremony.

Seeing the behavior of Master Iis, making Ridwan so thin mesem.

Ah even though he intends to say thank you for the briefing, last night Ridwan had opened a parcel from Bu Guru Iis before he slept.

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Flashbacks, flashbacks,

"Oh yes Wan, that parcel from Master Iis, don't forget it will be opened."

Mbak Wening said when Ridwan just finished eating boiled noodles made by Mbak Wening.

Ridwan admitted, boiled noodles made by Mbak Wening are very tasty, just like the homemade mendoan is also very tasty.

Ridwan believes if there will be capital and can provide the capital for his sister to open a shop or canteen, inshaAllah will sell out sweet cape kimpul.

"What's Ning's gift?"

Ask Mom kepo.

"Oh Mother, I've forgotten for a while, too,"

Mbak Wening bobbing head.

"Lhoo you think your mother is how old? Seventeen years? Lho wong wis tuek like this you reasonable to easily forget."

Mom is a baper.

"Oh Mother, ojo baper to."

"Lha sopo sing laper, wong Mother had also eaten, this is also a lot of cake."

Mother became nagging Ma'am Wening who even became a guya-guyu.

"Ridwan breaks no ma'am, Ma'am..."

Said Ridwan finally while standing up from his seat.

"Let's Wan, you're new from a long journey, take a break to reduce your fatigue."

Said Mother.

Ridwan nodded, though,

"Mum's Seed,"

In the room, Ridwan then immediately looked at the table where the paper bag from Iis had not been opened even though he had seen it.

Ridwan grabbed the paper bag, taking the contents wrapped so neatly.

Ridwan then opened the package, which then contained a holster and shirt.

There are no pen scratches there, as in every romantic scene of soap operas or TV movies where every time you give a gift there will be a small letter tucked away.

Perhaps, Iis was too embarrassed to do so, or she felt reluctant to act as if the new ABG child had fallen in love.

Ridwan put on a smile, then let the gift remain on the table, for the next day he washes first before later he wears it.

Of course, a gift must be used so that the giver gets the benefit, a holster that Ridwan will use for congregational prayer to the mosque, or teaching children's salary at the home of Pak Haji Imron, he said, hopefully it can be enjoyed also the reward by Iis.

Likewise, the shirt, which Ridwan will wear to teach in school, hopefully also later, in every science that Ridwan shares with children and they become understanding, then Iis will also enjoy the benefits as well.

Flashback over.

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Ridwan after storing his bag on the desk of the office Master finally rushed after the other Teachers to the school field.

It seemed that all the students had lined up neatly, as well as the Teachers.

Ridwan walked towards Master's row and stood next to Master Teacher Iis who seemed to have to hold his breath as soon as Ridwan arrived then immediately stood nearby.

The heart of Master Iis who beat twice as fast was almost going to escape, when at a glance he turned to Ridwan and the young man even smiled.

Meanwhile, the flag ceremony had now begun, the sound of ceremonial protocol was heard filling the place of the ceremony.

The Ceremonial Commander entered the field, and faced the row for them to stand up neatly.

"Lencang... GRAK!!"

His voice was so loud that he would become the Indonesian Army, and then become the commander of the ceremony seventeen August with the state officials.

"Yetoooooooooo!!"

He does his job very well, the participants of the ceremony look neat row. A red-and-white row complete with his red-white hat as well.

"The ceremonial leader enters the ceremonial field."

The protocol of the ceremony is voiced, and it appears the principal is walking into the place of the ceremony.

The participants of the ceremony are asked to respect the leader of the ceremony.

After that, the commander of the ceremony appeared to step forward a few steps, facing the leader of the ceremony, to report that the ceremony was ready to be carried out.

"Do it."

The principal's voice sounded.

The ceremonial commander returned to the venue.

Ridwan was seen staring at the solemn ceremonial commander, who was a sixth-grade child who was said to be from first to sixth grade always ranked first.

On the other hand, three children walked with flags to fly. Two boys flanking one girl carrying her flag.

In front of the flagpole they stopped and started hooking the flag on a rope to fly.

Like the paskibraka brothers, they looked very deft, and it did not take long for the flag to be spread the sign ready to be flown.

Sound of choir singing Indonesia Raya song.

Along with the loud voice of the ceremonial commander, the,

"Hormaaaat grak!!"

All participants of the ceremony were immediately respectful to the red and white.

The flag used by Majapahit became their flag, and then finally used by Indonesia as well.

Ah hopefully later, Indonesia can be as successful and as great as Majapahit again. Has a King like Hayam Wuruk, and has a defense minister as strong as Gajah Mada.

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