We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 108. Azmi Hospitality

Mufti stopped his car on the side of the road to check the location sent by Ustadz Mustafa through his mobile phone.

" Why stop, my mom? " ask Azmi to Mufti even though she already knows the answer when she sees Mufti busy playing her mobile phone.

" This I still check the location, this kanya already want deket deh, " Mufti said a little cute without turning to Azmi he was busy looking at his hape and back to see his way.

" If so, let me scrape the mas hape, then mas just walk faster, "Azmi.

" Ah, no-no, there will be lo kepoin hape me, already, I can be alone. " The mufti refused Azmi's offer.

" Oh yes, if I don't want to, I'm just looking, "Azmi turned her eyes away.

Mufti returned to running his car after memorizing the road listed on his mobile phone.

" Well, how different is the distance from Ustadz Mustafa? " ask Azmi.

" Don't stop, it's not important at all, " said the Mufti who focuses on looking at the road.

" Yes, the important question now, band, how long has it been?" ask Azmi back.

" You can be quiet, right? I'm focusing on the road again, disrupt it! " mufti jolt to Azmi.

" I'm sorry, very fierce, " said Azmi shrink the voice when saying a fierce word.

" What did you say? I'm fierce? " the Mufti is back.

" No mas, the rich ears of the mas must be cleaned, people I say mas gaul very really, " Azmi ngeles with a small smile she is very relaxed and tries to get closer to the Mufti who looks very upset.

Mufti could only stand still while shaking his head at Azmi's behavior, he stopped his car in front of a large and luxurious house.

" Have you nyampe, my mom? " question Azmi looked at the luxurious house in front of her at the boundary gate which was quite long.

" Well, this is the location, "Mufti.

There was a security guard who saw the car stop in front of the gate he started walking closer to the car.

" What's up, son? Who are you looking for? " ask the driver.

" This is Mr. Hasan's house, is it sir? " ask Mufti who had seen the name told by Ustadz Mustafa.

" Oh right, what's the matter, son? " ask the driver back.

" Thank God until, so the security guard, my name is Azmi, I am from the Pesantren Nurul Qadim I ordered Kyai to come here he said the son of Mr. Hasan asked me to perform the song he made, I see, sir, " explained Azmi to the security guard.

" Oh, yes, yes, Azmi vocal hadroh from Syubbanul Muslimin, yes I heard you were chosen to perform a song made den Hamdi, the son of Mr. Hasan, handsome tenan turned out to be you, I heard that you were chosen to perform a song made by Hamdi, the son of Mr. Hasan, many people speak your name and the Muslim Shubbanul because of their talent... And these guys...

" Sir, sir, can you come in now?" mufti asked could not bear to hear all the praise for Azmi and the hadrah team that he hated so much.

" Ooo, yes, son, I opened the door first, "The security guard who immediately ran to open the gate and let Mufti put his car in.

With an annoyed, lazy expression and forced to drive his car back inside.

" Lo aja down, I wait here aja, " Mufti said after stopping to turn off the engine of his car that he had parked.

" Can't be so mas, just enter me, it's still 08.00 mas, 10.00 hours it's not necessarily finished said Ustadz, mas want here itself? " Azmir.

The mufti turned his head towards Azmi giving her a sharp look and Azmi simply returned her friendly smile.

" Here, I will be able to walk, why also I see my enemy training and enter youtube, " Mufti.

" Hear yes, little boy! I'm not jealous at all, I'm ordinary, and I know that youtube does not guarantee the success of people, only lucky people who can be famous through it, "Mufti.

" Iyo, I ruh mas Band, only God can determine the destiny of people, we never know lo mas, sometimes there is not high school but he can succeed through the channel, it is, and sometimes....

" Lo can, can't you? Not a lot of rich talk, I don't need your lectures, that is! " The mufti cut off Azmi's conversation because he could not bear to hear Azmi's words and felt very upset.

" Don't get angry, the handsome will disappear if angry, "Azmi with his leisure.

" Bodo very, "the Mufti replied very stingy and full of anger.

" If you do not want to go down already, I'm the one who came down, "Azmi started to open the door of his car did not immediately step away Azmi still looked at Mufti who was very upset as if he wanted to go home soon.

Azmi seeks a solution so that the Mufti will enter with her.

" So, are you sure you don't want to come in? If the mas enter will be in the same herbal medicine as good food cold drinks while if the mas here continues, where can anything mas, " said Azmi persuaded the Mufti to want to come with him.

" Don't be pretentious, I don't care, I don't have a problem here continue even until the important night is not the same lo, lo it's my heavy enemy!" The mufti looked back at Azmi with a sharp look.

" Yaudah, if that's what I entered first mas, assalamualaikum, "Azmi he stepped very slowly still waiting for the Mufti to approach him.

" It's true too said the boy, if here I'm a rich driver who awaits him but, if I come in can be in the same herbal medicine my good food, hmmm...Notably, "The Mufti kept thinking until he decided he would come with Azmi.

" Eh wait!" The mufti ran a little towards Azmi who walked very slowly.

Azmi stopped her steps and turned her head towards the Mufti who was already in front of her.

" Yes, after I thought, I went with you, "Mufti with a forced expression.

" Alhamdulillah, I had expected that the mas would definitely come, fortunately I walked slowly if quickly could miss the train, "Azmi while laughing at the Mufti who had been lazy with him.

" Don't laugh at you, crunchy you know? " Muftis.

" Emang I'm not a mas joker but, I can make everyone laugh," Azmi was very confident.

" It's up to you, let's go!" The mufti.

Azmi nodded her head with a small smile as she began to step with the Mufti towards the mansion.

After being in front of the door Azmi squeezed the doorbell of the mansion and not long came a beautiful hijab-wearing woman opened the wide door of the house.

Seeing a beautiful woman who was before him the Mufti was dumbfounded and did not stop staring at the woman before him without even blinking.

" Assalamualaikum ma'am, brother, uh.. " Azmi who was confused while scratching her neck.

The woman laughed at Azmi's behavior.

" Wa'alaikumsalam deck, call me brother only, my name Hafsah what need, huh?" ask Hafsah kindly to Azmi.

" I'm Azmi's sister, I... "

" O Azmi, Masya Allah, I forgot, you are famous on instagram, facebook even many people who have talked about the Muslim Shubbanul hadh team because of their greatness in playing tambourines, the vocals are also on the kece-kece I ngefans very much the same you, "Hafsah did not stop talking after knowing that the person in front of him was Azmi.

" But very low, ngefans the same team hadroh gini rich village, everywhere people like the rich band child I am. The base of the village is very big, the house is big and luxurious but the taste of the people is very low! His knowledge is the same team hadroh." said Mufti just like that because he was very envious of Azmi who had been praised.

Hafsah looked very upset and angry to hear the Mufti's words to him, as well as Azmi who did not expect that the Mufti would say that.

Seriate....