We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 13. Dream of becoming a vocal of Syubban.

The sound of prayers from Ahkam, Muhklis and one of the vocal revives the pesantren that night. Tabuhan tambana that go along beautifully heard up to the region of santri putri although not too clear.

*Aisyah is a very pious and beautiful santriwati but unfortunately Aisyah is very cute and jutek . He followed the shalawat that was heard from the son of Aisyah's voice made the other santriwati speechless look at Aisyah. Knowing that Aisyah's roommate looked at her Aisyah stopped her shawl.

"Why are you concerned about me anyway?." said Aisyah .

One of Aisha's friends approached her.

"Dad, that's your voice so sweet."best friend of Aisha.

"He's been quiet all this time, it turns out that good prayer is also."other friends.

"Thank God, thank you."Aisyah cuek , she immediately went out of the room.

"Where are you going?. "friend of Aisha.

"Get out."Aisha stepped out of her room.

"Nih ya, Aisha is beautiful, alim, her voice is melodious unfortunately, she is jutek and cuey again ishhh." friend Aisyah.

"Yes, I don't really like the same style of pretty pretentious. "friend Aisyah really hates it.

"Don't talk about people, not good."Aisyah's Friend.

All were silent and did not answer they began to lay themselves down.

Aisyah went to Mushalla Putri, where the voice of the son santri shalawat became clear. Slowly Aisyah sat down and started chanting shalawat .Instantly tears fell from Aisyah's beautiful eyes she took out a photo from the pocket of her robe none other than that of Aisyah with her parents.

Aisyah continued to look at the photo her crying became more and more.

"Aisyah kangen very same father same mother, Aisyah promise will make the same father proud mother, although no one can understand Aisyah here. Aisha will keep trying."Aisha

I don't know what makes Aisyah cry looking at her picture with her parents, maybe she misses. Aisyah wiped her tears and continued to pray despite her trembling voice.

On the other hand, Azmi and Aban are very excited to follow the vocal and vocal tambourine that makes the atmosphere of the pesantren very crowded. Seeing Azmi and Aban, one of the Syubban vocalists smiled at Azmi and Aban who were very excited.

I finished the prayer that night. The members of Syria rested and sat in a circle while talking. Vocal who was still curious about Azmi and Aban shouted at those who were about to leave the mosque. Because he did not know the name of a vocalist that called the color of Azmi and Aban's clothes that couple.

"You guys are wearing black and white cocoa, which is handsome here" the vocal shouted.

Azmi and Aban stopped his steps and turned his body around.

"We are, .....Sis."Azmi is confused while pointing at herself and Aban.

"Yes right, come here." said the vocal.

"Ban, why ?."Azmi whispers.

"Where do I know Mi, let's go there."Arborea .

They walked towards the rested members of the Syrian army.

"There's what mas, uh brother "Azmi.

The vocalist smiled.

"My target is right, who was the worshiper next to you."vocal that.

Azmi seemed to think and look at the vocal.

"Forgotted the times he was Mal, rarely did their training." replied Ahkam.Akmal just smiled and looked back at Azmi and Aban.

"I'm Akmal, the vocal one here can I know your name."Akmals.

"By me."Azchem.

"Yes, brother."They said it together, they looked at each other.

"Just call the good ones you think don't get confused."Akmals.

"Yes, brother."Azchem.

"Whoof mas."Again they spoke with different words. Azmi nudges Aban.

"Ban, how the hell am I gonna follow you." whispered Azmi.

"Kok follow me Mi, I'm the one who followed you."Abans.

The members of Syubban laughed as they listened to Akmal, Azmi and Aban.

"Mal, very confused they want to call you what."one of the students.

"Azmi, Aban, call me Akmal as mas gombal, gombalin likes the girl."Ahkams.

"Huh?"Azmi and Aban were shocked at the same time.

"Yes, you whatever you want just don't follow Ahkam yaa, oh yes your name is who is Aban, which is Azmi." asked Akmal.

"I'm Azmi mas." said Azmi

"I'm Aban mas ."Abans.

"Your name is good your voice is also good I like it even though it was a little wrong - wrong. "Actmal.

Azmi and Aban fell silent.

"But no papa, if you study hard, you must be a very great vocal sholawat. Try, I want to hear your voices."Akmals.

"For example, we still don't know about it."Azchem.

"Yes, um."Abans.

"Good from the easy first deh kayak gini ahem

yarabbi shalli 'ala muhammad ya rabbi shalli 'alaihi wassalim....Try you guys."Akmal with a beautiful and loud voice.

"Asekkk."the members of Syubband compact.

"Heh. Assek, this is sholwat lo. "Actmal.

"Yeah Mal, forgot." replied one of the members.

"Come, try the easy ones first oh yes I tell you the most important thing is that the makhraj must be true and clear because it affects your voice let's now begin."Akmals.

Azmi and Aban began to show their beautiful voices to make all members of Syubbban amazed and silent listening.

"God is very good, you can only have to study again, the same room Ahkam and Muhklis ya."Akmals.

"Yes" Azmi and Aban answered simultaneously.

" Mas Ahkam, mas Mukhlis invite training yes ni son two, their voice is good nget nih ,let alone on the same handsome sweet"Akmal.

"Every boss ."Ahkams.

"Okay Mal."Mukhla.

"If you are not invited to practice, you know why Azmi, Aban."Akmals.

"Don't know about it."Azchem.

Aban just shook his head.

"So there must be a lot of us if there are handsome ones like you."Akmal laughed out loud. Azmi and Aban just silently looked at Akmal who kept laughing.

Seeing Azmi and Aban who were just silent Akmal stopped laughing.

"Ehem, don't let Syubban be more successful with the arrival of a new vocal."Akmals.

"Aamiin."the members of Syubban.Azmi and Aban also guaranteed.

The passing Ustadz Abdullah overheard the conversation of the members of the Syrian government. Ustadz Abdullah smiled, he immediately approached the members of the Syubban who were busy talking with Azmi and Aban.

"Assalamualaikum. "god Abdullah.

The members of the Syubban fell silent and immediately one by one covered the hands of the ustadz while answering greetings.

"Wow, it's very encouraging of you, 'ustadz look until you don't know the time. "ustadz Abdullah

Compactly they saw a wall clock showing exactly at 12 p.m.

"Sorry ustadz, so we were busy chatting with Azmi and Aban their voices were melodious once ustadz I wanted to invite them to be vocal."Akmals.

"God's glory is good, Ustadz glad to see you guys excited. Yes ,ustadz also know the voice of Azmi and Aban is very melodious."ustadz Abdullah with a smile that is painted continues on his bright face.

"Yes ustadz. "Akmal answered.

"It is better that you rest at night."ustadz Abdullah.

"Well ustadz, let's go to ustadz's room."Akmel .

One by one they said their greetings and touched the hand of Ustadz Abdullah.

Tiredness was beginning to show on their faces. The atmosphere of the pesantren is dark, the others have begun to rest. Azmi, Aban, Ahkam, and Mukhlis went to their room .The radiant face seen on Azmi's face he was very happy and impatient to be a vocal of Syubban.