We are Santri Not Artists
Episodes 118. Success Is Not a Bet!
Rifki sees Azmi who is stopping to step up to talk to one of her classmates, Rifki tries to keep walking and approaches Azmi waiting for her until Azmi finishes talking.
" Okay Mi, thank you, first. Ki, "the student was about to leave because he saw Rifki he gave his greeting to Rifki and Rifki replied to him with a smile.
" Azmi, " said Rifki continue to approach Azmi.
Azmi looked at her glance and turned her head back towards the front she began not bear to see the face of Rifki pity.
" I'm sorry dong Mi, I'm not calm if you don't forgive me, I'll do anything, "Rifki keep begging.
" I'm still thinking, do I have to excuse your rich friend? " Azmi continued walking until Rifki tried to chase after him and stood before him.
Without Rifki realizing that tears had fallen and wet his cheeks, Rifki was a jolly and gentle male figure he deeply regretted his actions let alone seeing Azmi's unusual behavior to him.
Azmi becomes more and more pity he gulps his saliva while touching his forehead and again looks at Rifki's teary eyes.
" I'm sorry Mi, what do you want? I'll give you later, "Rifki.
Azmi raised her head and sighed softly with her sharp eyes, focusing on Rifki.
" I want you to be my best friend to get to heaven" Azmi said, smiling at Rifki.
After hearing Azmi's words echoing in his mind, Rifki wiped her tears and nodded her head.
" Aamiin Mi, aamiin, "Rifki smiled broadly.
" Dah, don't cry, that's a cry, remember Ki'! You're a guy!" Azmi patted Rifki's shoulder pinning her cool and soothing smile.
Rifki immediately wiped her tears and looked at Azmi.
" Yes Mi, but you're sorry about me, right? " ask Rifki back.
" Yes, you are the same Aban is my best friend, and you are the first person I am sorry for" Azmi explained.
Aban comes to stand beside Azmi and embraces her best friend.
" Where? Is it better ? " Aban's.
" Opo ae Ban, how do I look like Iki? " Azmir.
" Okay, friend again, "Aban stretched out one hand to invite his two friends to gather his hands as well.
Azmi and Rifki put their hands on him so they lifted him up together. Their joy made Zakir who was sitting alone feel the hatred that overflowed with a cynical look he watched the three friends step.
" Aghhh." Zakir hit the wall next to him with great annoyance.
" Why, anyway? They are always happy, and me? No one wants to talk to me now! This is totally unfair! I hate all of you! " Zakir he felt very upset and constantly dissolved in his rage.
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Hamdi who was focusing on his laptop screen made Hafsah who was sitting next to him feel bored and he also felt alone.
" Sister, "call Hafsah.
Hamdi continued to focus on working without listening to his sister.
Feeling increasingly upset Hafsah forced to take away her brother's laptop.
" Dek, what do you want? " ask Hamdi annoyed.
" So from now on I call, brother not horrified, " complained Hafsah.
" Yeah, quick to say, "Hamdi.
" We go back again yuk, make a channel of Muslim Syubbanul Kak, I believe Azmi and Ahkam can make their single that makes everyone amazed. " Hafsa.
Hafsah fell silent and he began to look down in fear that his brother would be angry with him.
" In fact, I'm the same Mufti put Syubban Kak team, if they don't succeed in 4 weeks, I have to walk with the guy. So, please brother, we make them successful, "Hafsah.
" You're all right, Deck? You put their success? " Hamdi is getting emotional.
" Yes sorry, brother, at that time I hunted emotions with the Mufti, so I just said, " explained Hafsah.
" One's success is not for betting, and not the big brother that makes them successful, but themselves!" Hamdi grabbed his laptop and left Hafsah.
Hafsah realized that his mistake should not be risking the success of the Syrian team to the Mufti, now he can only resign while leaning his body on the sofa and placing both hands on his face.
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The hot atmosphere of Ba'da duhur did not extinguish the spirit of the members of Syubban to continue practicing. Lately the Syubband team did get a lot of invitations even out of town, so they have to keep the spirit in order to display the best for all.
" Good, your appearance is getting more compact, I hope you guys can like this continue." Ustadz Mustafa's.
" God willing ustadz, we will give our best, " replied Ahkam.
Akmal who had been limp with a pale face was no longer strong, his chest felt increasingly tight and he tried to toughen up.
" Well, then you can rest, we'll see you tonight, "Ustadz Mustafa.
One by one they touched Ustadz Mustafa's hands before they went back into the pesantren.
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Azmi who was very tired and sleepy immediately took off her pecans and laid herself on a soft mattress while, Ahkam sat casually on her mattress while rubbing her tired face, another case with Aban who looks very sleepy and lay his body on his mattress with a peci that is still attached, while Muhklis memepipai himself with the pecinya.
Azmi who was looking at the ceiling of the wall immediately remembered the state of Akmal.
" Akmal how's it going, huh?" tanya Azmi kept looking at the ceiling.
" What the hell are you, Mi? He was, like you, training, " replied Muhklis.
Azmi straightened her body and turned to Muhklis.
" But Akmal is not usually rich spirit, he is weak, rich again pain, bang." said Azmi.
" Take it easy Mi, Akmal must be fine, the proof all this time he has never been in pain again, right? " connect Ahkam.
" Am Ahkam is right Mi, Akmal must be fine, "Aban added.
Azmi can only nod though in her heart and mind she is very worried about Akmal's state that looks fine.
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Akmal was in a lot of pain, right in front of his room he went to take his medicine secretly, his nose was bleeding immediately he cleaned it with a tissue, the pain he must endure alone without telling his friends. Akmal sat in the front seat of the room, leaning his head against the wall.
While enjoying the atmosphere of the hot pesantren and the students who are still resting, Akmal again remembered all the words of the Doctor. Akmal was very fond of all the events that he had done with the Syubban team with the pain that he felt now unconsciously tears began to drip.
Akmal's breathing was racing, with a loud rush he continued to clean the blood from the nose that continued to flow, until Ali who was suspicious because lately Akmal had always been aloof chose to approach Akmal.
" Mal, come on in, "let Ali stand at the door.
Akmal immediately wiped his tears and stuttered without responding to Ali, Akmal just walked into his room.
" Akmal why? " tanya Ali to himself, he was confused by Akmal's silence all this time.
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