We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 177. Grief

In front of the Mufti house is large and quite luxurious, seen Mufti who was sitting dreamy precisely on the stairs entering his house. Mufti looked up at the sky and again saw the state of his house was very quiet considering he only lived alone with his brother and there was one of the servants employed Ustadz Mustafa because he could not take care of his nesting house alone moreover, he was quite busy.

With neat clothes with peci, Ustadz Mustafa is very focused on talking through his handohon. It was heard that he also mentioned the name of Syubban with a happy feeling until he finished and closed the conversation.

Ustadz Mustafa's eyes look for his sister with eyes that point throughout the house until he sees his maid cleaning.

" Bik, auntie see, Mufti? " ask Ustadz Mustafa.

" Bibik doesn't know either, Den. From the end of sahur aunty did not see Den Mufti," maid.

" Where, yes he was. "the echo of Ustadz Mustafa turned his face away.

" Yes, thanks. I'll find him first" Ustadz Mustafa told auntie.

" Yes, Den." maid.

Ustadz Mustafa stepped out of the house his eyes kept looking for where his sister was until he saw Mufti daydreaming and sighing in the corner of the house.

" Where it turns out, what are you doing here? Rich mind a lot, think again what, anyway? " ask Ustadz Mustafa.

" Tumben Brother attention, don't go to work? " the Mufti asked behind a glance he looked at his brother with a cynical look and turned back his face.

Hearing the Mufti's words made Ustadz Mustafa was silent and tried to approach his brother.

" Yes, I'm sorry that in your eyes this brother is not attentive, "Ustadz Mustafa.

" Yes, not less but less attention" replied the Mufti.

Again Mufti's speech made Ustadz Mustafa speechless and a small smile.

" Oh yeah, if that's what you're telling me, why are you so rich? Brother is ready for all your troubles, "Ustadz Mustafa.

" No, personal problems Mufti let me be finished, I am already big Brother, " Mufti.

A small laugh appeared on Ustadz Mustafa's face after hearing the cold answer from his sister. The mufti still remained indifferent just a glance at his brother who continued to laugh and re-directed his gaze to the front with his lazy face.

" Yes, I know. But Brother can give you.. " Ustadz Mustafa's.

Suddenly his speech stopped when his cellphone ringing sounded. Ustadz Mustafa had to stop talking to his sister to get a call.

" Mother's son Assalamualaikum, "

So surprised and happy Ustadz Mustafa saw the faces of his Mother and Father who were present even through the phone.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, Mom, Dad. How's things? when are you coming home?" ask enthusiastically Ustadz Mustafa.

" Thank God you're the same good Dad, "Mom.

" But, we're sorry, son. for this year's Mother and Father have not been able to go home, if next year God willing. Our work here is not done, you are patient, yes." continued Dad.

Instantly the happy face of Ustadz became sad especially with the Mufti who had been lazy from the beginning.

" You take care of your health, yes, son. Take care of your sister too. I'm with you to work for you," Mom.

" Yes, look now our house is so good, right? So fancy, it's all because of the hard work of Mom and Dad" continued Dad.

" Yes, Dad. Alhamdulillah yesterday om same aunt also had time to help renovate our house, " replied Ustadz Mustafa.

" Oh yes, which Mufti? I miss her so much, "mother.

" It's there, Muf. " Ustadz Mustafa brought his phone to the Mufti until Mom and Dad saw the Mufti's face.

Without a word at all, the Mufti was completely reluctant to turn to his mother when he woke up and just walked away into his house.

" Muf, Mufti! " cried Ustadz Mustafa trying to get his sister to talk to his Mom and Dad.

" Already, Son. If the Mufti doesn't want to talk, we'll just close, you take care of your health. Assalamualaikum, "Mom and Dad quite understand what the Mufti feels they are forced to hang up the phone so as not to show their sadness.

" but... " Ustadz Mustafa just wanted to talk but his parents turned off the phone first.

" Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh, "Ustadz Mustafa.

Ustadz Mustafa took a heavy breath and took it out hard he was really disappointed with his sister's behavior with his head down while twirling his phone.

Ustadz Mustafa and Mufti's father could do nothing and could only embrace his wife trying to strengthen her.

With quick footsteps Ustadz Mustafa shouted at Mufti's name in annoyance.

" Muftis! " shouted Ustadz Mustafa.

The mufti began to look neatly wanted to come out with his red jacket and his hand that held the motor contact. Seeing that, Ustadz Mustafa immediately stepped closer to the Mufti withdrawing his hand to stop the Mufti's steps.

" What the hell, brother? " the Mufti replied, taking off his brother's firm grip with a gaze that turned to another place.

" Why are you acting so rich, Mom and Dad just wanted to talk to you. You should love them a smile let them be calm and happy" Ustadz Mustafa.

" They are happy, brother. Almost 6 Years they work in Singapore never come home even though, from me Junior High they have left us just for money, Brother!" The Mufti began to stare intently at Ustadz Mustafa speaking loudly and loudly to his brother.

While Auntie who saw that was scared and tried to separate their quarrels.

" Already, Den. Don't fight rich gini, let alone fast, "Aunty.

" Aunty keeps cleaning up, auntie works here for work, not for lectures!" mufti stared intently at his assistant.

" Mufti, watch your talk!" Ustadz Mustafa became increasingly upset with the Mufti's behavior.

The aunt who was yelled at by the Mufti no longer dared to speak and continued her work.

" why? Brother want to buy that maid?" The mufti.

" Mufti, Brother never taught you rich gini. And remember, Daddy and Mom are working hard for you, Muf! They want you to be a successful child so you can live happily. You don't remember how hard we used to be, after all there's the same aunt who already wants to take care of us, you should be shaving." Ustadz Mustafa's.

" Yes, they want to take care of us because they used to have no children, Brother do not remember after 3 years of caring for us with no sincerity they have children and what? They left us, "The mufti of words just came out of the mouth of the Mufti.

Already very upset to hear all the bad words of his brother, finally Ustadz Mustafa could not hold his anger until a slap hard towards the left face of the Mufti made him bowed and hold his left cheek.

Slowly the Mufti raised his head and turned towards his older brother still with his left hand holding his left face.

" Keep a slap, Brother often hard rich gini same me. It seems lo nampar me, and this is not only once, it looks a rich religious gini but rough play continues to be the same sister herself. Look at my brother, but you have no right to live my life! " The mufti approached his brother, his gaze was also very sharp he spoke loudly and pointed at his brother.

Ustadz Mustafa's mouth seemed locked to talk he just shook his head and tried to explain to his brother. With a cynical look, the Mufti left with quick footsteps.

" Mufti, I'm sorry Brother, Muf! The mufti! " call Ustadz Mustafa to keep chasing his brother but Mufti was already very upset he went on his bike until Ustadz Mustafa could not catch up.

Only regret was there in Ustadz Mustafa after slapping his brother, his right hand touching his forehead while shaking his head.

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