We are Santri Not Artists
Episodes 17. Don't worry.
Azmi tried to walk towards the Aban Mosque, Ahkam, and Muhklis chased Azmi shouting Azmi's name. Because Azmi was afraid he became unfocused to hit Zakir who stopped right in front of Azmi. Instantly Zakir pushed Azmi to fall right in front of Zakir's feet.
Aban quickened his pace to help Azmi stand followed by Ahkam and Muhklis.
" Hey boy don't play rough dong, suddenly push Azmi like that."Ohb .
"Sorry mas, my name is Zakir is not a boy anyways Azmi the way was using the eyes when I did not see him until hit and yes I push a pain huh Mi."Zakirs.
"Sickness of his eyes . "Silhins.
"It's not myopic pain, is it, Azmi."Helmets.
Zakir, Helmi, and Sihin laughed out in front of Azmi who was very pale.
"Hey laugh again you Azmi is sick again."Muhklists.
"Udah is bang gk no use debate the same they mending spit to the mosque."Azmi, he stepped slowly up the stairs of the mosque followed by Aban who was very worried about Azmi.
"Eh the Azmi is so pale that yes, the road is slowly again continue to wear a jacket."Sihin's.
"What pain? ."Helmets.
"Yes he is sick but, Azmi tries not to show that he is sick not like you guys who have no end of fighting Azmi, yuk Lis mending us in."Ahkams.
Ahkam and Muhklis walked into the mosque.
"Waduh Azmi is sick."Sihin's.
"Yes the pale pantesan really his face eh Kir, bruised on Azmi's forehead more purple or color because you were hard yesterday nimpuk Azmi wear slippers."Helmets.
"Keep why?.. You also want to know Azmi already there just be friends with Azmi and no one gives you pocket money."Zakirs.
Helmi and Sihin looked at each other.
"Eh, don't sulk dong Kir, we're sorry ."Helmets.
"Yes Kir, we'll help you make Azmi's drug anytime."Sihin's.
"Well, that's dong yuk in."Zakirs.
Zakir and his two friends entered the mosque. Not long ago Akmal said the qhamat of the santri immediately close their shaf to prepare to perform the prayer of worship in imami by Ustadz Abdullah.
The cold that Azmi felt did not reduce her solemnity when she prayed as well as during prayer, dhikr, and short solawat after dawn. Azmi's voice trembled trying to follow the occasional solawat Azmi rubbed her hands together to reduce the chill she had to endure for a few minutes long enough.
The atmosphere was already bright the santri came down from the mosque. Azmi walks with Aban suddenly Rifki who used to run towards Azmi and Aban. Rifki stood before Azmi looking at Azmi with a look of wonder.
"Azmi why are you?. Why does his face turn pale and your forehead why? ."Rifki is very curious accidentally he holds hard Azmi's bruised forehead.
"Oh Ki, sick tau .Can't slow down what's holding it."Azmi whined in pain while holding her forehead.
"Sorry Mi, accidentally you why Mi?.Pain, what is dizziness?. "Riffid.
"Yes Ki, Azmi last night....
"Emmm no papa Ki, healthy to see this."Azmi cuts off Aban's speech.
"But the jacket package is ."Riffis.
"Iya Ki, Azmi.....
"So dawn Ki, so cold huh can not stand."Azmi again cut off Aban's speech.
"Yes, really cemen you Azmi already almost a year also in the pesantren should have been as usual cold."Riffis.
"Rifki, the Azmi....
"Yes, I am indeed cemen so yes I want to go to the room first his class ustadz Fathur bentar again. Yuk Ban, Rifki's assalamualaikum."Azmi pulls Aban's hand to follow him.
"Wa'alaikumsalam."Rifki looked puzzled holding her chin looking at Azmi and Aban who kept walking.
"But the Azmi from earlier cut Aban's speech continuously... Hmmmmm.. Be stuck. "Rifki stepped towards her room.
"Azmi , why the hell is my talk cut into pieces like that."Abans.
Azmi stopped her steps.
"Sorry Ban, just so I don't papa really, you know what the Rifki is like."Azchem.
"Yes, let's go to the room."Azchem.
Azmi and Aban continued their steps towards their room. Arriving in the room only looks Muhklis who has prepared to enter the class naji his book.
"Where is Ahkam?. "ask Azmi sitting in her bed.
"Make something Mi."Muhklists.
"Huh. Make something, what Ban?. "whisper Azmi to Aban who is beside him.
Not long Ahkam entered the room to say a greeting.Azmi ,Aban, and Muhklis answered the greeting Ahkam. Ahkam was carrying a glass of still-warm drink and he approached Azmi and sat on her bed.
"Azmi, here's a drink. "Ahkams.
"Huh? what the hell is mas?."Azchem.
"Yes milk is Azmi, drink let your body warm."Ahkams.
"Ooo so mas Ahkam make milk for Azmi, I'm not in making mas I will."Abans.
"Yes sorry sweet Aban, Azmi is sick so I made it just for Azmi sorry yes,"Ahkam.
"Yes, I'm kidding."Abans.
Ahkam and Azmi looked at each other and smiled.
"Yes, Azmi drank. "Ahkam turned the glass of warm milk to Azmi.
Azmi received it inhaling the scent
warm the milk.
"Thank you, very good with Azmi. "Azmu.
"Yes in.Lis, leave yuk."Ahkam stood up to Muhklis.
Ahkam and Muhklis went to their higher class than Azmi and Aban.
Azmi seemed to enjoy the milk Ahkam gave her.
"Hmmm.. Weeeenakkkk Ban doesn't want you."Azmi turned her milk right on the face of Aban who had been staring at Azmi.Aban could only swallow her saliva.
"Ahhh, don't you drink Mi." said Aban while turning his face away.
"What is true is not papa really, usually also one glass for the room, make santri all safe but if you do not want yes I have finished"Azmi.
Aban turned towards Azmi and snatched the milk from Azmi's hand.
"Ehhh, after I thought about it heheh."Aban drank the milk.
"Hmmm, fast motion. "Azmu.
"Enak Mi, thankfully I didn't run out."Abans.
"It's good, it's called milk."Azchem.
Suddenly there were footsteps of someone who was running Azmi and Aban was silent looking at the door of the room that was wide open not long to see Rifki who set her breath standing in front of the door of Azmi's room.
"Azmi, Aban, go and enter."Riffis.
"Huh."Azmi and Aban simultaneously sighed and turned their eyes away.
"Why is that compact?."Riffis.
"Rifki's habit, he likes running around who's not Ban."Azchem.
"Yes, I'm kirain santri senior in fact you are Ki."Abans.
"Yes, let's hurry and be late"Rifki.
"Yeah, Ricky."Azchem.
Azmi puts her glass on her study table and walks over to Rifki.
