We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 173. Azmi's Home

Right on this day all the members of the Syubban are ready to go home, with suitcases that have been fortified, he said, neat clothes and beaming faces they stand together waiting for a car that is ready to deliver them but not with Azmi considering her distant home Azmi had to part with her friends she had prepared a special travel for him that Kyai ordered.

The members of the Syubban began to say goodbye to each other and also say goodbye to Ustadz and Kyai, the Mufti is still there to see the members of the Syubban before they go home.

" Azmi, who's the same, brother? " ask the Mufti to Ustadz Mustafa.

" Azmi has been booked a special travel with Kyai, Azmi, Ustadz have also contacted your parents. Later if you have arrived and the driver is still waiting for you until your parents pick you up, you can also ask for a phone call with the driver, " explained Ustadz Mustafa.

" Nhhh, Ustadz. Thanks, "Azmi.

" Azmi, we're going home!" shout Muhklis.

Azmi stepped over to them and touched one by one the hands of her senior mas-mas. When he touched Ahkam's hand, Ahkam smiled while confirming Azmi's peci.

Azmi could only laugh looking at Ahkam and she also shook hands with Aban.

" See you later, Mi. " Aban's.

" Yes, at least one day we have been met through the invitation sholawat, "Azmi.

" Aamiin, I can't afford to split up because of you guys," Udin.

" No need to be happy, Din. " ali.

" Come on kids!" exclaim the driver.

" Yes, Mi. We go first, yeah. Salama, "Ahkam.

" Yes, mas. Wa'alaikumsalam." Azchem.

" Good, Mi. You yourself will be attacked by fans," Ali.

" It won't, ma'am. Relax, "Azmi.

They all started getting on the mini bus. Not forgetting they took the time to wave to Azmi, Azmi could only watch her friends leave her and come along while waving her hands a small smile was also seen on her face.

Kyai, Ustadz and Mufti are also sad to see Azmi until the travel car is ready to pick Azmi up and stop right near the Mufti.

The driver got down immediately to greet Ustadz, Kyai and shake hands with the Mufti.

" Look Azmi, come on, here," Kyai.

" Good Kyai, "Azmi immediately stepped closer to Kyai.

Azmi bowed to her feet near Kyai, Kyai placed her right hand on Azmi's right shoulder.

" Chauffeur sir, please take Azmi home, yes." Kyai.

" Oh yes, this, travel so you can get home, Kyai. I forgot, sorry Kyai, Azmi, later I told your parents that the trip will take you home" Ustadz Mustafa.

" Yes, Ustadz. Once again I thank Ustadz and Kyai, "Azmi at a glance he looked at Ustadz Mustafa and lowered his head again when talking to Kyai.

" Yes, Son. Sir, please escort Azmi safely to her house, no more passengers, remember. " Kyeah.

" Neither, neither Kyai." sir the driver.

" Yes, my son, Azmi. Get in the car, "Kyai.

Azmi nods to take her suitcase and goes back to Kyai's hand. Azmi looks very long kissed Kyai's hand full day he also asked barokah to Kyai.

" Barokallah, son. May Istiqomah remain in the way of Allah, "Kyai patted Azmi's back who was still bent on kissing Kyai's hand.

After enough, Azmi woke up and continued to address Ustadz Mustafa the word "barokallah" also spoken by Ustadz Mustafa to Azmi with a small smile staring in Azmi.

" Eits, don't shake hands with me, Mi. I don't deserve to be kissed by his hands as well santri both rich lo," Mufti.

" What's the matter, my mom? The Mufti is older than me, no papalah. No problem, "Azmi.

" Yes, anyway. But I'm not good, we're handshake, "The mufti gave me his handshake.

While pinning a small laugh Azmi wanted to shake hands with the Mufti. The mufti also hugged Azmi's body.

" I say goodbye, assalamualaikum, "Azmi.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, "answer everything.

" Assalamualaikum, Kyai, everyone, come. "driver.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, "everything.

" Let's sir, "Ustadz Mustafa.

" Be careful, "Kyai.

" Nggih Kyai, ready, "driver from the car.

Now is the time Azmi took the right of a santri to re-assemble with her family. Not to forget Azmi prayed all the way so that he survived to the destination.

" Dad, Azmi, "call the driver to open the conversation.

" No, "Azmi started looking at the driver.

" New sir, I've only been in the lodge for a year, " replied Azmi.

" really? Well, great yes, new mondok already famous rich gini, I also like'e the same Syubban songs, " sir the driver.

" Thank God, this is also the barokah of Kyai, sir. I didn't know I would be rich today. My intention is just to invite everyone to shawl," Azmi.

" God, you are great, son. Suitable to be my future daughter-in-law, heheh," sir the driver he chuckled at the end of his sentence.

The words of the driver made Azmi startled and just laughed while shaking her head and turning her face.

Travel far enough, sometimes Azmi asked to stop at a mosque to perform prayers he also said while he could not want to pray. Azmi also invited the driver to pray with her.

Ba'da maghrib is still on the way. Azmi was still awake with the hand she placed on her chin staring out the car glass.

" Now, almost until this sir, there will continue to be a fork turn right, "Azmi.

" Oh, yes son, "driver sir.

Azmi continued to tell the direction of her house until it arrived right at the gate of Azmi's house that looked big.

" No one's looking after me, "driver sir.

" Did stop by first, yeah. Let me open the gate first, "Azmi.

" Wes, don't do it, son. You just go home, "driver.

" Don't sir, eat first, drink first keep on taking a short break. Come on, sir, "Azmi.

" Yo, if you make it, okay, I'd like to" the driver.

" Thank God, sir, I opened the gate first, "Azmi.

" Any ready, "driver sir.

Azmi opens her car to get down with the suitcase she holds tightly she keeps walking and opens the gate of her house. After the gate was wide open, Azmi let the driver enter his car until it was parked in his garage.

Azmi and the driver walked together near Azmi's house.

" Assalamualaikum, " Azmi said from her doorstep as she continued to squeeze the doorbell of her house.

At home Azmi seen many residents who just finished praying tarawih and teaching at home Azmi.

" Deck, Rara. Open the door, son." Umm Azmi's.

" Yes, " answered Rara with small steps she walked over and opened the door of her house.

His wide eyes widened in shock when he saw Masnya had arrived and stood before him. With a feeling of pleasure Rara immediately kissed Masnya's hand.

" Same Salim sir driver too, "Azmi.

Rara immediately nodded and kissed the driver's hand, Azmi smiled at her sister while rubbing her brother's arm.

" Smart, "pak driver when Rara salim him.

Azmi immediately entered he surprised everyone who was inside without him knowing that there were many women who were sadarus with Ummi Azmi.

Seeing Azmi's arrival they immediately shouted hysterically and wanted to approach Azmi not with Aisyah who usually remained in her seat. Fortunately Ummi Azmi can handle the girls who want to approach Azmi. While the driver was silent with Rara.

Just now Azmi wanted to kiss her hand, Ummi Azmi immediately hugged her son tightly while kissing Azmi's forehead. So glad Umm Azmi saw her son had returned and stood in front of her.

Azmi kisses Umminya's hand after a long hug.

" Ummi this is a driver who has sent Azmi," Azmi.

" Oh yes, thank you very much sir, Azmi paid, yes?" Umm Azmi's.

" Everything's paid for Kyai, ma'am, "driver sir.

" God, if so, you eat first, Rara take her father to the dinner table first, son. Later Ummi, "Ummi.

" Yes Ummi, come on sir, "take Rara with you.

" Armiiiii!!!!" the girls who were there were constantly shouting and staring at Azmi who looked down even though Azmi had seen Aisyah who was acting ordinary.

" Never mind, don't get rich like that." Ummie.

" Mmi, Azmi wants to take a bath first, "Azmi.

" Oh yeah, son." Umm Azmi's.

Azmi continued to step up to her room even though the gazes of the girls continued towards her while continuing to call her name.

" Well, Azmi is handsome, yes." Fitri also smiles at Azmi.

" Ordinary, " answered Aisha cynically looking back at her Qur'an.

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