We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 150. Make the Mufti Aware.

When the santri perform maghrib prayer in the mosque but not with Band children who are very fun to play their music with the Mufti who sang a romantic song in front of many people who want to watch them.

Not only 1, 2 songs, the Mufti band continued to enliven the atmosphere of the cafe that night sometimes they also stopped to rest.

Mufti felt very happy because he had never received an invitation from anywhere and only this time he continued to play his vocals with band friends who accompanied with their music.

After the Maghrib prayer, seen some santri who came down from the mosque to rest or just sit back and relax while chatting enjoying the beautiful atmosphere of the evening pesantren with the voices of not a few santri who still chant the verses of the chair. What a very cool and soothing atmosphere.

The Azmi who also went down with Aban with the Qur'an they were holding sat in a long chair near their room and occasionally looked up at the dark sky.

" Why, Ban?" azmi asked worried about the sad face of Aban.

Azmi kissed his Qur'an and placed it first under the vents above as well as Aban who put his Qur'an first.

" I did not expect Mi, if everyone believes the same video, I am still saddened by the incident, Mi. " replied Aban staring in Azmi still with a sad expression.

A terrible incident that happened to the Syubban team.

By Kyai's order, all members of the Syrian government were about to buy what Kyai ordered considering that the day of return santri was just counting the days.

When Azmi helps Ahkam to say whatever he wants to buy with the note in Azmi's hands there are some residents who see them and find out that Azmi and Ahkam are on the video which was spread by the Mufti.

" Eh, it's not that pretentious santri, is it? " girl 1.

After clearly observing the face of Azmi who was smiling sweetly a number of young people who were shopping directly talked about them. Feeling the talk of Azmi turning her head made the young men even more shocked.

Debate between them, the number of members of the Syrian government lost a lot among the youth and a number of people who came to hate them. Not a few who attacked them with a fairly hard throw even Azmi was pushed by a mother who was very furious with him.

Finally the members of the Syrian government ran away to avoid the public tantrums, they really did not expect such a bad thing could happen to them.

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After recalling the incident Azmi was increasingly disappointed and very sad he sighed loudly, shook his head, closed his eyes for a while and looked back at Aban who was downcast still saddened by the incident. Azmi placed her right hand on Aban's shoulder for a while so that Aban turned towards her.

" I'm also very sad Ban, not at all, if we get attacks from people who hate us. Though we're all young, you know, they shouldn't be so rich as minors, let alone just watch from the video, but I always remember the story of Kyai, Ban," Azchem.

" What, Mi? " ask Aban.

Azmi lowered her hand back emitting her smile.

" The Messenger of Allah has been reviled, beaten with stones, even spit on, even though the Messenger has done nothing wrong, he just wants to preach to invite his people to move to the path of Allah. But, despite his mistreatment, he was always patient, the Prophet was never angry until finally the one who chided, beat, even spat on the Prophet got guidance and was on the right path. " azmi's light made Aban understand by nodding his head slowly several times.

" So now, we have to be strong and patient to make the name of the Syubban team back again like before, we are many tires, so we have to strengthen each other. I should have been the most sad because my name was very ugly because, um Mufti has made it as if I was the same Ahkam who was wrong. But, its okay, it's not a problem for me at all. Because I'm sure the truth will be revealed, "Azmi.

" I don't understand the Mufti anymore, even though Ustadz Mustafa is very dear to him," Aban.

Hearing Aban's words, Azmi smiled slightly and sighed karas still with his face forward.

" Well, we doain aja Ban, hopefully mas Mufti can quickly guide. Hopefully also mas Mufti want to hear his words later, I really hope that Brother Hafsah can make the Mufti aware, "Azmi.

" Aamiin, I hope so, Mi. Usually the words of the woman always make njeleb! Entering kehati and will always ring in the mind, "Aban, his face is so serious and sure to cause sweet laughter Azmi.

" You are Ban, "Azmi is still with her little laugh.

" Yeah Mi, if my mother is angry with me, she will always be imagined what she just said to me, "Aban.

Laughing Azmi nodded her head slowly several times, seeing Azmi's laughter, Aban also joined in with a small smile looking at Azmi.

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Hafsah did not renege on his promise, right after ba'da isya' he came to the cafe where the Mufti with his friends performed. After several hours, the Mufti Band performed, the Mufti with his friends rested in the room available to them.

It is fitting that Hafsah who has entered the cafe does not find a Mufti. Hafsah's eyes continued to search for where the Mufti was. After a long search, Hafsah chose to ask directly to the cafe waiter.

" Yes, what's up, ma'am? " ask the waiter.

" Where's the band performing here, huh? Is it gone? " ask Hafsah.

" Ooo, that viral band, there's no room, but it's not ready, is it?" ask the waiter.

Hafsah was confused as to what to answer so he was forced to lie in order to meet the Mufti.

" I, my friend mas, his friend Mufti," Hafsah.

" Sir, his friend Mufti, yes already if so I anterin, let's mbak, "take the waiter.

" Okay, "Hafsah.

The servant led Hafsah to the Mufti's room. Do not forget Hafsah to thank the waiter who was willing to deliver it.

Without further ado, Hafsah's steps were briskly made toward the Mufti's room with his friends. Immediately he opened the door of the room that had been opened a little by saying the name of the Mufti full of emotion.

" Mufti!" hafsah shouted at the Mufti who was sitting relaxed.

Seeing Hafsah constantly approaching him made the Mufti confused and woke up slowly. The Mufti's friends also could not do anything and just witnessed what Hafsah wanted to do.

The mufti stood right in front of Hafsah who was already before him with a sharp look at him.

" Hafsah, you...What are you doing here? " ask Mufti.

" I want you to go back to the good name of the Muslim Syrian Arab. You don't have a heart, yes. You use a very low way to make you famous." Hafsah.

Mufti even showed his sly smile.

" Oo, so you're just here to tell me, go back to their names, you want me to do everything, yes! " the Mufti's jolt makes Hafsah shocked but he should be able to make the Mufti aware.

" Yes, I will do anything for them, because they are good children, who invite all the people sholawat, "Hafsah.

The mufti drew closer to Hafsah, causing Hafsah to retreat.

" Will not, I won't tell everyone that I'm wrong, not them! Because this is what I want, I want them ruined rich gini! I'm glad to see them suffer and continue to be insulted by everyone! " Muftis.

Hafsah gulped his saliva he tried not to be fragile and got back up.

" What's their fault? Why do you want to do that, huh? It is you who continue to make them miserable! You should be ashamed, because you are famous only because people feel sorry for you! " Hafsa.

Hearing that, the Mufti fell silent as if his mouth was locked.

" Well, isn't it true that our time is famous for being loved? " band of 1.

" Yes, we are not beggars, there is no need for compassion! " band of 2.

" I know you are not beggars, but in that way, just as you beg, you ask for the mercy of everyone as if the Shubban team were wrong! You are both rich beggars and rich thieves! Because you stole everything from the Syubban team! Conscious! What you're doing is the same for rich losers! " Hafsa.

" enough! I don't want to be horrified! Lo it's not who I am! Don't be the hero of the village's tambourine team! " sent Mufti.

" I'm nobody to you, but I have to tell you that what you're doing isn't right! " Hafsa.

" I'm asking you to leave here! Just go! " the mufti's jolt to Hafsah asked Hafsah to leave immediately with his hand pointing towards the door.

" Okay, I'll go! But you must remember that rottenness will soon be smelled, Muf! I want you to tell everyone, or you tell me yourself! Assalamualaikum," Hafsah he went from there trying to stay strong and hoping the Mufti would listen to him even though clearly visible anger on the Mufti's face.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, " answered the lazy band members.

The mufti immediately sat down and held his forehead with both hands he massaged his forehead and was still at a loss as to what to do.

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