We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 152. Cheeriness.

Ustadz Mustafa was waiting for the Mufti, but because he was very tired and sleepy he accidentally fell asleep on the sofa with his head leaning against the head of the sofa.

Mufti had arrived at his house he looked at his house which looked Mufti's house was still brightly lit he stepped slowly into his house. When he was inside the house, the Mufti closed the door again and he saw his brother was asleep with a hape that he still held in his right hand.

Mufti did not want to make his brother wake up, slowly he stepped closer to his brother and was about to take his sister's mobile phone. Now the Mufti understood that his brother was very affectionate and concerned for him.

" So Mustafa called me, he called me here. Hafsah is right, I am selfish and always think of myself even though Kak Mustafa always prioritizes my interests, basic, Adik gak lo, Muf. " mufti said to himself clearly a face that was regretting his evil deeds.

The mufti was still staring at his brother who was sound asleep with the peci that was also still attached. When the Mufti wanted to put down Ustadz Mustafa's hape, he accidentally woke up his brother.

" Mufti, are you home, deck? Thank God, you finally come home, you do not run away again, Brother is very worried about you, " said Ustadz Mustafa he slowly woke up and stood in front of the Mufti who was still down could not bear to look at his brother who loved him very much.

" Muf, what's wrong with you? " ask Ustadz Mustafa.

Mufti raised his head he stared inside Ustadz Mustafa with teary eyes. Seeing the wound on the Mufti's face, Ustadz Mustafa again worried that he immediately asked what happened to the Mufti by holding the Mufti's face.

But the Mufti was not able to speak spontaneously, he hugged his brother tightly.

" Amafin Mufti, Brother. All this time Mufti is very selfish, I never thought that Brother has been tired of working just to fulfill what I want. I'm a loser! I'm the one who doesn't know me!" Mufti said he could not help but cry. Mufti wept in the arms of Ustadz Mustafa.

Hearing the Mufti's words made Ustadz Mustafa smile while patting the Mufti's back gently and after a while he took off his arms gently facing his sister in front of him.

" Here, Brother is not papa, uh, this is your wound why? " question back Ustadz Mustafa.

The mufti immediately wiped his tears and held the wound that lay beneath his lips to his chin.

" Emmr... Here, I fell, brother. But no papa, "the Mufti's slow answer still holds the wound.

" Astagfirullah, why did you fall, Muf? " Ustadz Mustafa was worried but the Mufti still could not be frank with his brother by continuing to silence his head with a grimace holding his wound.

" Yes, let Brother Medin first get hurt, come on, "Ustadz Mustafa.

Ustadz Mustafa begins to treat Mufti's severe wounds, Mufti tries to endure his pain while his brother is still painfully treating his wounds.

" Dah, so if riding the bike is focused forward and do not speed, if you do not focus and speed bring the bike, not you will be wretched but other people too. " Ustadz Mustafa's.

Mufti's eyes immediately stared intently at the Hafsah he had hit and left him severely injured. The Mufti's face showed a flat and tense expression and looked agitated.

" hey! He was told, "Ustadz Mustafa.

" huh? I i i, yes Brother, huwaaa, I sleep very much, first sleep yes, Brother. Good night, "The mufti covered his mouth that was yawning and hurriedly went to his room not forgetting that he patted his brother on the shoulder before going inside his room.

Ustadz Mustafa looks happy he really did not expect that his brother changed just like that.

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The sun shines with a sparkle of light that illuminates the pesantren area where children look sholeh in school uniforms they sit while talking about what they are talking about with a sweet smile that flashed on the face of santri-santrithe Santri they were dating. The warmth of the sun also just illuminated the face of Azmi who was sitting right in front of her room her face was right facing the sky.

Spontaneously he covered his face that was exposed to the sunlight.

" God willing, glare, "Azmi continued to cover her face while Aban was also not strong in looking towards the sky due to the glare from the morning sunlight.

" No need to cover the face of his handshome, Mi. " said Ahkam with a smile painted on his face to see Azmi who was glaring, Ahkam said, Ahkam continued to lower Azmi's hand deliberately so that Azmi's face was exposed to sunlight.

Seeing Azmi's face with eyes that Azmi squinted could not stand the glare of the sun made Aban laugh because he could not stand Azmi's expression.

" Glare mas, " said Azmi continues to fight Ahkam who wants to lower Azmi's hand.

" Morning sunshine is good, Mi. Vitamin D is high, so you don't limp in being a guy. Yeah, no, Ban? " hkam ledek by continuing to prank Azmi.

" Yes, Mi. Let you be healthy, dah, do not need to be covered, face. " Aban he even followed his own friend's taunting.

" Astagfirullah, I'm healthy too, Ban. It's a real glare, lo. Aban even hit terangkangan jahilnya mas Ahkam. " Azmir.

Ahkam and Aban laughed at Azmi. Azmi continued to cover her face because she could not stand it she stood avoiding the sunlight.

" Depart yok, Ban. "take Azmi already standing next to Ahkam turned her back to the sunlight.

" Wait on Iki', Mi. Not even a bell yet, either" Aban.

" Hurry up, Mi. What's to do?" Ahkams.

" No, it's the last day of school, so we have to be excited!" Azchem.

" What spirit, Mi, Mi? Because you want to go home again?" Abans.

" 1 million rupiah, yes, no Ban, just spirit, because soon we did not meet in class during the return, " replied Azmi with a little laugh and her flat expression at the end of the sentence.

" Podo ae, Azmi, means you are already going home, " Ahkam.

Azmi just smiled sweetly at Ahkam who just looked at Azmi and allowed the peci Azmi who was always a tomplang.

" Wear the peci is right, defeated by the son of Kindergarten," Ahkam.

" Likin, the Kindergarten child is still funny, if I am handsome, " said Azmi with great confidence with a hand that again justifies the pecans as before.

Hearing Azmi's words made Ahkam and Aban laugh incessantly they were also a little furious to see Azmi's face that always wanted to laugh.

" It could be you, Mi. Learn from who, the dialogue? " Aban's.

" Who from, huh? From Hafidzul Ahkam times, "Azmi turned towards Ahkam.

" Opos? " ahkam said also staring at Azmi.

" Mboten mas, "Azmi with a subtle tone and lowered his head made Ahkam and Aban again laugh incessantly because Azmi could always make them laugh with Azmi's always cheerful face.

" Openal, "Rifki.

" Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, "answered Azmi, Aban and Ahkam.

" Come Mi, Ban, go, "Rifki.

" Where's Ki going'?" asked Azmi his face was as serious as a Ustadz who was asking his students.

" To the classroom, Mi" replied Rifki.

" Oh, chirain to the cafeteria, "Azmi.

" Dah, go there, " Ahkam.

" Ustadz ready, "Azmi gives her hand and goes into Ahkam's hand, Ahkam can only smile at Azmi's behavior.

Aban and Rifki also fell into Ahkam's hands.

" Assalamualaikum mas, " said Azmi, Aban and Ahkam.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, " replied Ahkam he was still watching the three friends steps with a small smile painted on his face.

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