Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

99. Haru

Vishnu was seen entering the courtyard of Pak Haji Syamsul's house with his car, a housekeeper who quickly opened the fence was seen also welcoming the arrival of Vishnu.

"Sir Haji and Ma'am Faizah again in the gold shop Mr, at home there is only Mbak Anisa and Bik Siti."

Said the housekeeper.

Vishnu smiled as he nodded,

"Please sir, it's okay, I do have a need with Ms. Anisa."

Vishnu.

"Oh gagging, heckling... Sir is his girlfriend mbak Anisa who yesterday came here to take Anisa's mother home yo? Astaghfirullah, I'm out."

Housekeeper Pak Haji Syamsul patted his own forehead, making Vishnu want to laugh.

"Can I call you Anisa, sir? I'll just wait on the porch."

Said Vishnu, which was then on the front porch of Pak Haji Syamsul's house there is indeed a terrace where there is a set of chairs that used to be occasionally can also be used to receive guests.

The guard immediately nodded quickly, he hurriedly walked in through the side door and looked for Bik Siti.

Bik Siti, who is a replacement for Mbok Rat and Mbak Wening who just worked about three days, appeared to emerge from the kitchen in a hurry when called..

"Why Man? What's up to?"

Ask Bik Siti.

"That's her boyfriend mbak Anisa, want to see Mbak Anisa, Mas say it's her name, wait on the porch."

"Ooh yeah, for a second, tek call Mbak Anisa first, but later if you don't want to go out yo you say yo Man?"

Bik Siti made a deal, though,

"Come... Iyo.." yeah..."

Bik Siti then quickly headed to the main room which then climbed the stairs to the second floor where Anisa's room was located.

Arriving in front of Anisa's room, a tray containing breakfast that was delivered this morning had not been taken from the table near the door of the room.

Bik Siti sighed, after the food last night was also not touched, now also the food for breakfast was not touched anyway.

Really Bik Siti so sad to remember a few days before finally being told that Pak Haji Syamsul was in need of a housekeeper, then he ventured to register, he and his children two days did not meet rice.

He held no money to buy rice, and only survived by eating cassava leaves he picked from a neighboring garden.

He did not dare to owe at the stall because it had been too piled up, he also did not dare to borrow let alone ask relatives and neighbors. Be he just ask cassava leaves, to be boiled with salt only.

Bik Siti was still staring sadly at a plate of rice with a side dish of egg and fried noodles and dried potatoes. His heart was broken, seeing food in vain.

Till...

Krieeeet.

There was a creaking sound of the door of Anisa's room that suddenly opened, and Anisa looked neatly looking at Bik Siti who finally so looked at her anyway.

Anisa momentarily glanced at the food on the tray. The food that Anisa had seen was being stared at sadly by Bik Siti.

"Oh... Ngg... Sorry Anisa, anu... Who was there, who was it..."

Bik Siti even keder herself,

"Vishnu."

Says Anisa at last.

"Oh Mas Vishnu his name..."

Bik Siti even like mumbling to herself.

"She's been texting, I'm going Bik."

Anisa said later,

Bik Siti looked at her young Miss from head to toe who was so neat as to leave.

"Oh Anisa's going to go."

Bik Siti, who did not understand what happened in the house, including an argument last night because she did not stay at the house of Pak Haji Syamsul, finally nodded.

Anisa carrying a medium size clothing bag, she gave two pieces of money one hundred thousand for Bik Siti.

"I... This what's Ma'am?"

Ask Bik Siti wonder.

"Make Bibik the same housekeeper, sorry Anisa can only love so much, other times, if there is time we meet again, hopefully can love more."

Anisa.

"Oh nggih maturnuwun Mbak Anisa."

Bik Siti just stumbled.

Anisa greeted her domestic assistant, Anisa's eyes look back in tears, it feels amazingly sad that she actually had to get out of the house that she had lived there for so long.

Anisa then said goodbye to Bik Siti, looking Bik Siti followed up to the terrace of the house, even until when Vishnu welcomed Anisa out and took over her clothing bag.

Vishnu carried Anisa's bag of clothes to the car, kept it in the back seat, Anisa got herself into the car and sat there.

In the front seat next to the seat for driving.

His eyes were pushy, when Vishnu then returned to where Bik Siti was standing in front of the terrace, Anisa could only look at him in silence.

I don't know what Vishnu said, for Anisa now he just believes in Vishnu.

Whatever Vishnu did, Anisa believed it was much better than staying in this house for so long as hell.

Hell, because everything always feels so hot.

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Meanwhile, in the class Ridwan taught has reached the end of the lesson hours.

"Alright, next week we will learn about the history of Islam in Indonesia yes, repeat the lesson about walisongo."

Ridwan.

"Yes Mr. Guruuu..."

Children's lawful.

"Later to be like Teacher Iis, Mr. Teacher."

A child is lying.

Ridwan looked at the boy,

"Why Teacher Iis?"

Ridwan asked confusedly,

"Yes Mr. Guru, if you hear Master Iis explaining the story of the past like hearing Grandma and Grandpa again storytelling Sir, exclaimuuu..."

Another word,

Ridwan who heard it smiled, then,

"Is that so?"

Ridwan sat on his teacher's desk chair in front of the class.

While arranging the book he was heard asking, he,

"Have you studied the history of Islamic figures as well? Songo guardian?"

Ask Ridwan.

"Pernaaaaaa..."

Compact them.

Ridwan.

"Said Bu Guru Iis, Islamic figures in our country are cool,"

Ridwan agreed.

"I like Bung Hatta the most."

"I KH. Agus Salim."

"I like Sultan Hasanuddin the most."

The kids are so excited themselves. Ridwan smiled. Accomplished with admiration for Iis who seemed to succeed in making children fall in love with the characters in his country.

"Tjokroaminoto doong if I."

A fat kid doesn't want to lose.

"** best Habibie."

"RA Kartini it was if I, right he who said Bu Guru Iis is a santriwati who gave the idea of his teacher writing the Quran interpretation, and finally became the first Quranic exegesis book in Asia. Kereeen..."

Of course, a girl is a girl.

"I'm Nyi Ageng Serang,"

"I'm Goddess Sartika."

"I'm Nyai Ahmad Dahlan."

"I Cut Nyak Dien."

Many children call Islamic leaders their pride,

MashaAllah, Ridwan to the point of feeling moved.

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