We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 16. Azmi is tough.

Ustadz Abdullah still preaches teaching the book to all santri .All santri are very serious about listening to ustadz and also interpret their books according to the direction of ustadz. So also with Azmi who focused on listening to ustadz even though he occasionally looked at the wall clock that shows exactly at 11 pm. This lesson is combined with the santri putri ustadz lecturing using a microphone at the mosque santri putra only they are limited by the pesantren wall.

Not long after ustadz ended the lesson.The santri went down in crowds they looked very tired and sleepy.Azmi and Aban walked together until suddenly there were 2 students who approached them.

"Eh Azmi, remember you haven't written a book for tomorrow."santri 1.

"Yes right, lest you be punished again tomorrow."Santri 2.

Azmi who was sleepy looked at the two santri while rubbing her eyes.

"Yes, I know what." Azmi said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes Mi, we go to the room yuk I can't stand it, sleepy ."Aban yawned shutting his mouth with his hand.

Azmi and Aban continued their steps towards the room. When they arrived in the room, Ahkam and Muhklis were already laying down their bodies.

"I borrowed your book."Azchem.

"Mi, you really want to write now tonight ."Abans.

"Yes, I'm not sleepy yet" Azmi said seeing the exact wall clock showing at half-twelve.

"Yes, but you know my writing" asked Aban while giving her the book.

Azmi received the book in the hands of Aban began to read and flip through the pages of the book of Aban while trying to widen his eyes .

"Yes, I know Ban."Azchem.

"Good indeed. "Aban.

Azmi took her book and stationery she stepped out of the room.

"Azmi, where are you going?. "Aban.

"I wrote it outside if you get disturbed here."Azchem.

"No papa Azmi, than outside cold tau Mi."Abans.

"Yes, don't mind Ban, you're sleeping."Azchem.

"If you want to like it, yes I can't deny but if it starts cold enter Mi, you're sick."Abans.

"Yes" replied Azmi stepped out closing the room door whereas, Aban just shook his head he could not prevent Azmi.

Aban looked at the sleeping Ahkam and Muhklis. Aban turned off the lights, peeking at Azmi from the window saw Azmi seriously writing Aban stepping towards her bed. Aban tries to close his eyes but, he keeps thinking about Azmi, Aban feels bad and he wakes up and walks out of the room looking at Azmi.

"Azmi, you're right gk papa pesantren very quiet, not afraid"Aban.

Azmi stops writing and turns to Aban who is worried about her.

"Aban handsome, I have not papa you sleep aja gih."Azchem.

"Oh yeah, I slept."Abans.

"Yes." Yeah."Azchem.

Aban came in and closed the door. He returned to his bed and closed his eyes.

While ,Azmi tried not to get sleepy slowly his hand wrote the book with eyes that Azmi widened so as not to sleepy. The time continues to run the atmosphere of the pesantren is very silent Azmi book is filled even though not all. Azmi could not bear the drowsiness she also began to feel the cold air Azmi yawned covered her mouth with her hands until finally Azmi accidentally dropped her pen from her hands and put her head next to her book ,Azmi was fast asleep.

At exactly 2 o'clock Akmal stepped towards the mosque for tahajjud his face was still a little wet because of ablution water. In the middle of Akmal walk he saw Azmi, Akmal immediately approached Azmi.

" It's Azmi sleeping outside."Akmal, he began to wake Azmi by patting her face slowly Azmi felt there was a strange Akmal touch Azmi's forehead.

"Waduh hot Azmi, Mi wake up Mi."Akmals.

Azmi opened her eyes and saw Akmal's face that woke her up. Azmi raised her head and straightened her body.

"Mas Akmal, it's dawn."Azchem.

"It's still 2 o'clock you're sleeping outside."Akmals.

"Yes Azmi finished writing the book of mas, please check dong mas. "Azmi gave her book.

Akmal received the book in the hands of Azmi examining the Azmi writings.

"Udah is right, so you've been writing the book all night."Akmals.

"Yes" Azmi replied.

"Yes, thank you for building it."Azchem.

"Together."Akmals.

"If so, I'll go in."Azchem.

"Yes, you're resting."Akmals.

Azmi took his book and also the book of Aban. Azmi went into her room.

Akmal looked at Azmi and shook his head several times.

"Azmi, Azmi, already handsome, the voice is good, very diligent again until the heat is like his body."Akmal, he continued his steps towards the pesantren Mosque.

While Azmi laid down her book and stepped slowly towards her bed she began to shiver in the cold .Azmi takes off her pecans and breaks down her body trying to sleep. The coldness grew so Azmi closed her body, grasping

both hands in front of his chest.Azmi tried to sleep.

Mats... Tock.... Mats... Geck...

The sound of the wall clock made Azmi difficult to sleep. Until the dawn of the day, Ahkam immediately woke up to turn on the lights and woke up Aban and Muhklis. Seeing Ahkam, Azmi immediately sat down and tried not to show that she was very cold.

"Azmi, just want to wake up, yuk wudhu."ajak Ahkam.

"Yes, um."Azchem.

Ahkam and Muhklis left the room to fetch water. Aban was still sitting gathering all his energy while cleaning up his eye dung.

Azmi approached Aban and stood right in front of him.

"Yuk Tires."Azchem.

"Yes, yuk."Abans.

They walked towards the ablution place while holding soap and a toothbrush.

At dawn the atmosphere of a cold pesantren makes the santri still lazy to touch the water. Azmi tried to fight the coldness that entered her body. Azmi turns on the faucet and washes her face even though she was hesitant to look at Aban.

Finish their ablution Azmi more shivering teeth and hands Azmi vibrate .Aban was worried about looking at Azmi whose face was pale plus the wound that was getting bruised by Zakir last night. Aban stopped his steps.

"Azmi, what's wrong with you?. "Aban.

"Well..Mmmm..... No papa kok Ban, indeed if the dawn is very cold."Azmi her voice was shaking.

"Truly, papa."Abans.

"Yes,"Azmi , slowly he stepped towards his room whereas, Aban was increasingly worried following Azmi's small steps from behind.

In room , Azmi immediately opened the closet to pick up her jacket and install Azmi could not bear he sat next to Ahkam who was teaching. Seeing Azmi, Ahkam stopped his Quran recitation and looked at Azmi.

"Azmi, what's wrong with you?" asked Ahkam.

Azmi did not answer.

Ahkam approached Azmi and touched her forehead.

"Azmi is hot. "say Ahkam to Muhklis who is beside him. Aban immediately approached Azmi.

"Certainly because all night Azmi wrote a book outside the nih mas."Abans.

"Kok you love Ban, already know it's cold outside."Muhklists.

"Yes, but..."Aban

"Udah bang, mas, I don't know how to just get cold."Azchem.

"No papa what Azmi, your body is very hot."Ahkams.

"Yes Mi, mending you rest."Abans.

"Truly, you pray here will not be scolded. You're sick."Muhklists.

Azmi wake up .

"No bang, I don't see papa .Yuk Ban, we're going to the mosque."Azmi stepped slowly out of the room.

"Azmi, wait."Aban goes after Azmi.