We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 103. One Hard Blow.

Azmi and Ahkam further accelerated their steps to find the members of Syubban. After continuing to walk, Azmi stopped her steps and saw there was a fight in the parking lot of Kyai and Mustafa ustadz parked next to each other.

" Come on, we'll go! " said Azmi who was starting to worry.

Ahkam.

" Come on Mi, " Ahkam.

Arriving there the meteka saw Ali, Firman and Udin who continued to fight with the Band members. Azmi and Ahkam kept trying to stop them.

" Mas Ali, already mas, "Azmi tried to mediate their fights as well as Ahkam who stopped the fights of Firman and Udin.

But the very upset Ali continued to fight with the Mufti just as regrettably they did not listen to Azmi who was much smaller than them.

When Azmi tried to mediate them, a hard blow hit Azmi's face so that Azmi felt pain she fell silent while covering her face. Knowing this made the Mufti and Ali look silently at Azmi.

Ahkam who also knew about it immediately approached Azmi. Ali's punch was very hard to see the hand of Ali's stocky and had defeated many enemies in the silat race.

" Azmi, you're not papa, are you?" ask Ahkam who is starting to worry.

While Ali and Mufti looked at each other sharply and looked back at Azmi who continued to cover her face.

" No papa mas Ahkam, I don't papa, "Azmi keeps holding his face.

" Lagian children wear meddling everything so nak, right" said Mufti with his haughty style.

" hey! You guys go there! You guys always make trouble for us, we all have nothing to do with you all!" Ahkam began to approach the Mufti.

" Udah mas Ahkam, mas Ahkam must withstand emotions, now we must quickly return to the event mas, everything was waiting, "Azmi tried to explain.

It is true that all worshipers have been waiting for the Syubban team who have not come as well. Ustadz Mustafa asks for time and says that Azmi and Ahkam will soon bring the Syubban team.

Mc and the committee tried to calm the worshipers, especially the women who were impatient.

" Come mas, Kyai the same ustadz must be worried about us," Azmi continued to plead with all the Syrian team.

Ahkam who was still in front of the Mufti turned his body and looked at his friends who were not struggling at all.

" What are you waiting for, anyway? Go, hurry! We can't abuse the pilgrims who have been waiting for us! You guys forgot our main goal, what?" ahkam said firmly to everyone.

Band members could only listen with lazy faces and completely disregarded it.

" Come on everyone, we've got to get there!" added Azmi.

They seem to be beginning to understand and nod their heads.

" Yaudah, let's go there! " ali.

They all began to leave the place, while Ali, Firman and Udin took their time to look at the band members before continuing their steps.

" It's very arrogant of them, " band 1 member said.

" Eh, the little boy was brave too... Who was your enemy, Muf? " band of 2.

" Where do I know, "the Mufti answered.

" What do we do now, Muf? " ask the Band 3 members.

The mufti did not immediately answer that question and was still thinking about something.

The bottom of Azmi's mouth looks bruised due to Ali's hard punch, Azmi tries to endure the pain of holding her mouth while grimacing in pain.

Azmi and Ahkam managed to bring the Syubban team back to perform and were so happy that Kyai and Mustafa ustadz saw their arrival.

Mc began to let them one by one go on stage. The pilgrims again cheered the arrival of the Syrian team very loudly. Azmi becomes the last person to go up on stage she immediately sits next to Aban and picks up the microphone that has been provided.

Seeing Azmi's bruised wound made Aban feel sorry for Azmi.

" That's not papa, Mi? You still can sholawat? " ask Aban started to worry.

Hearing that Azmi who looked at the worshipers turned to Aban who finally wanted to talk to him.

" Gak papa, gini gini gini keras doang, Ban. " said Azmi smiled slightly and returned to play the microphone he held in his right hand.

"It can start with his sholawat adek." said the woman Mc who was under the stage in a soft voice to members of Syubban who are still discussing.

Ahkam nodded his head and gave the code to all his friends.

The band members entered the event to see the performance of the very lively Syrian team.

" I wonder, what the hell are they? Why are all these people so passionate and passionate about them? " ask one of the band members.

" The taste of these people is only the village," Band 2 members.

" hey! What did you say just now? " ask one of the worshippers who is beside them.

" Hehe, no sir, they are all good, yes, "Band 2 members who are afraid to see a father who is beside him.

" Udah Muf, we go home, there is no point also watching this village tambourine team, "add the other band members.

The mufti looked at the members of Syubban with a sharp look before he stepped away from the very festive sholawat event.

" Muf, how come you're dumb? Go, go! " bring Mufti's friend.

The mufti turned and nodded his head.

" Yes, come on, who wants to see them?" mufti continued to step aside all his friends.

All of the Mufti's friends were confused by the Mufti's behavior and they looked at each other.

" It's weird to be a kid, "a member of Band 1.

" He's the one who invited us in here, "band 2 members.

" Aw, no, Mufti hustled away, "band 3 members.

The band members began to leave the venue, and the Mufti continued to ride his bike in a fit of annoyance given his fight with Ali.

After quite a while, the big event was over. The Syubban members were asked to go first to the parking lot while Kyai and ustadz Mustafa were still talking about something.

Azmi who looks very tired with bruises that are getting blue and swollen he feels increasingly sick and sees his wound on the rearview mirror of Kyai's car.

Ali, knowing this, felt guilty and approached Azmi.

" It still hurts, Mi? " tanya Ali coldly without looking at Azmi.

Azmi immediately straightened her body after knowing Ali was nearby.

" Eh mas Ali, no papa kok mas, just a gini wound doang, also healed. " Azmir.

Finally Ali wanted to look at Azmi even with a slightly cynical look.

" Rare you papa? " ask Ali again.

" Yes, " replied Azmi.

A number of women who saw the Shubban team that was gathered waiting for Kyai and Ustadz Mustafa became so hysterical and screaming.

" Aaaa, that's her team, "girl 1.

" God is very handsome, prospective priests," girl 2.

They began to run towards the Syrian team who were gathering while talking.

" Assalamualaikum" said a number of women.

" Wa'alaikumsalam," replied the Syubband team who were shocked by their arrival.

" Can you take a picture, right? " girl 1.

" Oh, you guys, "girl 2.

The Shubban team began to be mobbed by many who wanted to see them up close. Not only did the other pilgrims come to see them . While the Syubban team only bowed down occasionally they gave their smiles.

" Okay, which kind of ustadz is Kyai? " ask Ali.

" Iyo, which kind of Kyai is ustadz, huh? " Udin.

" Eh, that's why his mouth was bruised? The feeling from earlier you were sholawatan not fighting, "ask one of the worshipers who made all speechless and their eyes were on Azmi.

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