We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 164. Stared by Thousands.

This is when the sholawat echoed in the city of Probolinggo east Java, where thousands of people came to meet the field which has been provided specifically for members of the already famous Syubban. Not only probolinggo residents, many who come from outside the city, even outside east Java, it really makes tense members of Syubban who have prepared under the stage.

" Rek, I'm not nyongko lo, if we will be known to many rich gini, "Udin his eyes are very sharp wide staring at thousands of worshipers who are present.

" Same Din, duh I am not ready if rich gini," continued the Word.

" hey! Really cool, you guys. We have to be passionate especially now our team already has a channel and music producer. We can't fuck everybody up, okay!" Ali's.

" God willing, "The Word seems to doubt itself.

" It's so hot koe, man. The spirit! Allahuma shalli 'ala muhammad!" exclamation Udin.

" Allahuma shalli 'alaih," said the Word that was still a slow tone, Ali and Azmi who heard the cry of Udin.

" Mi, my heart is very deg-deg, nih. We can't, huh? " Aban he looks very gerogi and suddenly Aban put Azmi's hand on his chest.

" Tuh, right Mi. I don't follow it, my heart is rich enough to be dislodged, "Aban.

" Hushh, don't say rich, Ban. You do not remember he said mas Shafiq whatever happened we have to be compact and keep chanting sholawat, against gerogi taste, Ban. " Azmir.

" What don't you see, Mi? There are a lot of its congregation. Menuhin this field, usually who watch us only one Masjjd not to thousands of rich gini, "Aban.

" You don't be pessimistic, Ban. Let's just say we're rich exercise usually, no one's watching. You have to remember Ban, Syubban who is now the same as before and we have to show our best appearance, this is our dream, Ban. You have to be excited, are you not alone there is me, mas Ahkam and members of the Syubban, we have to go through this together and stay compact, okay?" Azmi he won Aban who was very nervous and frightened to see the number of pilgrims.

Aban was still silent in silence with cold sweat coming out of his face. Seeing his best friend who was very gerogi, Azmi wiped the sweat on Aban's face with her own hands.

" Wes, bismillah, Ban. Most importantly keep sholawat well, "Azmi.

Aban took his breath and let it out loud, his gaze deep at Azmi who was smiling at him.

" Bismillah, thank you Mi, you've made me rather calm. Huftttt, I never thought about what I felt right now, "Aban patted Azmi's left shoulder as a sign of his gratitude to Azmi who could always win her heart

" Okay boss, calm down, bismillah, just people, will not bite, "Azmi becanda looking for an atmosphere that was tense.

" Sa'ae ye Mi, "Aban chuckled.

" Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, " the sound of Hafsah is very loud and echoing is heard by everyone there.

" Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." the voice of the congregation was very echoing to make all members of the Syubban stand up straight to prepare themselves.

" Thank God we pray to Allah Who has given us health and brought us together on this great night, " Hafsah finished his dialogue he turned to Hamdi who also became Mc accompanied Hafsah.

" Yes, the day of the sholawat echo on this day we will cheer with, well, I am sure you are familiar with this name, "Hamdi stopped for a moment to give a smile towards the congregation.

" Gus Azmi!!!" the cry of the women's congregation sounded hysterical calling Azmi's name repeatedly and Azmi could only be silent occasionally smiling and looking down.

" The name Azmi keeps being called, my name is not, huh? " Muhklis.

" You are less handsome Klis, " replied Ahkam.

" Oh yes, we call the Muslim Syubbanul, please, "Hafsah he went down with Hamdi after completing their duties.

It was the turn of the members of the Muslim Syubbanul who advanced one by one on stage. The gazes of thousands of people led to them and the atmosphere began to get more lively.

The vocalists began to prepare themselves to sit in the middle of the hadroh team with a microphone that they had held tightly.

The hysterical nature of the women who continue to shout the name of Azmi, Ahkam or Aban makes them occasionally smile and bow their heads to keep their eyes.

Azmi had looked at Ahkam talking something and back facing forward prepared with a microphone that he had placed on his mouth.

" Allahumma shalli ala' muhammad ya rabbi shalli ala'hi wasallam, "the voice of Azmi is so adem makes the women worshipers cry hysterically as if to return to mention the name Azmi.

" Allahuma shalli ala' muhammad ya rabbi shalli ala'hi wasallam, " Ahkam and Aban together.

Tek dung dung tek...

The hadroh team cut their tambourines together and started the vocalists chanting their sholawat song titled love in the isikhroh. Not a few pilgrims who follow the strains of sholawat with great enthusiasm they are no stranger to the song.

Kyai, Ustadz Mustafa, Syafiq, Hamdi, Hafsah and the Mufti are speechless with the performance of the Syubban team remaining calm and compact even though this is the first time they appear in thousands of people like this.

" That's so bad, lo. Kaya never saw them perform, "The Mufti standing next to Hafsah.

" Apaan, anyway? Disturb you, their appearance is good, "Hafsah.

" I admit their looks are decent, they are really compact, yes. Although the audience is very rich gini," Mufti.

" Hmm, from the beginning I really like them, hopefully they can stay rich gini," Hafsah he continued to pin his smile and his gaze was very deep to the Mufti it made the Mufti dumbfounded after a while he cleared his face.

" Duh, what am I, anyway? kok deg-degan gini see the smile of this girl, " said the Mufti in his heart began to nervously look at Hafsah who continued to shine his face.

This time Syubban performed three songs that had been prepared from afar together they worked together to make the song with the help of Syafiq who was very skilled.

" This is our third song and will be tonight's last sholawat, "Ahkam.

The applause and cheers increasingly welcomed the team of Syubban, the spirit of the hadrah team did not break they continue to sow their tambana even though their hands have been reddened.

The voices of Azmi, Ahkam and Aban also remain beautiful and pleasant to hear enlivening tonight. The echo of sholawat continues to roar well from outside the area can still see the Syrian team in solidarity with Hamdi who was busy recording them.

Aisyah who was playing her cellphone was immediately surprised to see the Syubban team that was increasingly known to many people. He immediately turned off his phone and saw a photo of his brother who was at his study table.

" Why are they rich? Every time I hear them sholawat, my heart hurts more because I remember Brother Akmal!" Her tears suddenly fell.

Aisyah hugged the photo of her brother while crying she really did not like the famous Azmi or the Syrian team.

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