Ustadz Heart Conditioning
Umma The Good

After performing congregational prayers at the Pak Kiai Pesantren Mosque and Ustad Sidiq returned home. Because indeed the house of Pak Kiai located in the Pesantren area makes it easy to go back and forth.

The aroma of fragrant cuisine instantly vibrates the stomach of Ustad Sidiq.

By accelerating his pace Ustad sidiq opened the door of the house.

"Assynogaic"

Ustad Sidiq said when entering the house followed by Pak Kiai from behind.

"Girishal"

Said Dira immediately received a helping hand of the husband to immediately kiss him and switch to kiss the hand of Mr. Kiai.

"At home yes. Let's have lunch, today's the one that cooks Dira loh"

Umma said with a smile looking at Dira.

"No. Dira just help cut vegetables only Mas"

He stared at Ustad Sidiq.

"Heheh is right? Yasudah come Mas can't wait to taste Mas's wife's cooking"

Ustad Sidiq said, embracing Dira's shoulder, walking forward.

Pak Kiai and Umma smiled at the child and his daughter-in-law.

Ustad Sidiq ate it voraciously because it was his favorite food. In addition, the wife who contributed in cooking made the appetite of the young Ustad doubled.

"God, thank God it's so good"

Ustad Sidiq praised the cuisine of Umma and his wife.

"Alhamdulillah.. Tomorrow Dira can already it masakinnya at home for Mas Sidiq, right son?"

Say Umma with a warm smile.

"Ehh, he,, he,, he, I'm Umm Inshallah"

Reply Dira with a forced smile.

'Where would you like to makin cut onions only my eyes until juicy, it's again cook the rendang of the spice a lot of where I remember, Ahh already later ask for a re-prescription I just note let's not forget'

After lunch with Ustad Sidiq and Pak Kiai returned to Pesantren to continue his activities teaching the students.

While Dira is helping Umma clean the dining table and continue washing dishes.

"Khm.. Umma"

Said Dira shyly.

"Well, what's going on?"

"Umma, Dira asked for a recipe for Umma's cooking earlier. Let Dira just record fear Dira forget later, Ummakan know that Dira can not cook"

Say Dira by holding her phone.

"Oowhhh, Yasudah let's just sit in the lounge to make it better"

Umma said as he moved from his seat.

"Yes Umma"

Dira follows by walking behind Umma.

Umma sat down with his legs crossed. Dira followed sitting beside Umma.

"Would he use a book or what?"

Said Umma who did not see Dira holding a book and pen.

"I guess the defect in the cell phone is Umma"

By showing his note to Umma.

"Owwhh yasudah note the seasoning for the rendangnya.

First of all prepare the fuel. The amount of seasoning depends on how much chicken you cook.

Continue the smooth spices there are chilli, shallots, garlic, turmeric, ginger, laos, lemongrass, and coconut shells.

"Why is a wagon what Umma?"

Cut Dira staring at Umma.

"Why the jar is the contents of the coconut that has been grated and then in the dry barrel of golden yellow and then milled until smooth until the oil comes out"

Say Umma slowly.

'Aduuhh really complicated, this is what makes me not interested in the world of civilization, complicated!'

"Owh that, continued Umma"

"Furtherwell, put the chicken kampung that has been washed into the cauldron and then put the smooth spice earlier add salt, sugar and flavoring, in stir well, stir well, add orange leaves and bay leaves, then cook until the chicken water shrinks. Then enter the food does not need to add water again because the chicken is almost cooked.

Say Umma softly.

"Umma, why is the oil last anyway?"

"Yes son, so that the color of the cuisine is beautiful, and the taste is also more delicious"

"Oowhh so is Umma?"

"Yes, son, usually this way of cooking is often used in large restaurants"

"Oowhh, thank you Umma for teaching Dira"

Said Dira hugging Umma dear.

"Yes son, Oiyah did Mas Sidiq treat you well?"

Umma looked at Dira's face.

"Well Umma, Mas Sidiq was very good towards Dira, Mas Sidiq also guided Dira in everything"

Dira was honest.

"Thank God if it's like that, if Mas Sidiq treats you not well immediately tell Ummah well, let Umm pull her ear"

Said Umma with a warm smile.

"Heheh yes Umma. Hmm, Umma?"

"Well, what's going on?"

'Hmmm I'm not the same story Umma about my feelings who can not love Mas Sidiq??'

"Ehh, It's okay Umma"

Say Dira by scratching her nape that does not itch.

"I'm sorry son, Umma didn't see you praying just now were you idle?"

"Yes Umma"

Reply Dira quickly who responded to a nod of the head by Umma.

Dira and Umma also continued to tell stories about Umma who used to not be able to cook as well as Dira but because he was diligent in practicing finally could be as good as now.

Dira was very happy to listen to Umma tell about his youth who studied at the boarding school.

Umma is a graduate of one of the boarding schools located in Central Java.

Umma also hafizah thirty juz. Umma often took part in the races of the holy verses of the Qur'an until there Umma and Abi met. Abi went straight to Umma's family in Central Java to directly worship Umma.

Really Dira very happy to listen to the story Umma .

Furthermore Umma also tells about Mas Sidiq's childhood mischievous. Understand only the name of the boy right but with the hard upbringing of Abi and Umma finally become Mas Sidiq who is now full of patience and soft in every speech.

Really Dira felt that there was nothing in this family. Even teaching Dira is still often wrong.

"Assynogaic"

Ustad Sidiq said when he was inside the house.

"Girishal"

Reply Dira and Umma simultaneously from within.

"Waahh seems like someone is very engrossed in telling stories so that the greetings of Mas from outside no one answered.

"Astagfirullahal adzim, I don't think Umma heard it"

Said Umma with a clumsy smile.

"He didn't hear it, the story was so good"

Ustad Sidiq said with a prickly smile.

While Dira just silently looked at the interaction between Umma and Ustad Sidiq which sounded very familiar.

"Then we'll go home to Umma"

Mas Sidiq kissed Umma's hand followed by Dira from behind.

"Tomorrow here again, son, join Umma come to the routine study at Pesantren"

Umma looked at Dira's face.

"Yes Umma Insyaallah tomorrow Dira is here again"

Reply Dira by hugging dear Umma.

"Yes be careful on the road, son"

Umma looked at the child and his daughter-in-law alternately.