We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 179. Doldrums

The car that was traveling at full speed continued to run without regard to the Mufti that had been lying helplessly all who were passing finally stopped and tried to help the Mufti that was full of blood. They pulled out the Mufti, some tried to wake the Mufti with water and one of the Father tried to call the Ambulance. With the rapid motion of the ambulance came and quickly they brought the Mufti into the ambulance.

The father who called Ambulnce felt sorry and intended to join to find out more about the Mufti's condition. Meanwhile Doni was still silent he still did not expect this to happen with the Mufti while gulping his face began to fear mixed worried about the terrible events that had just happened and occurred in front of his eyes by oneself.

" No, I can't be selfish. I had to follow the Ambulance car, "Doni he turned around and tried to go after the Ambulance.

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Ustadz Mustafa is seen being busy receiving calls from none other than Syafiq. Ustadz looked very serious talking to Shafiq.

" Yes, mas. I told Kyai that tomorrow the Syrian team will go to Jakarta to accept the invitation, "Syafiq.

" Well then good, God willing I can deliver the children tomorrow, "Ustadz Mustafa.

" okay, mas. The children have also heard, they are very enthusiastic to meet, "Shefiq.

" That's right, Fiq. I also knew from the group, "Ustadz Mustafa with a smile on his face.

Shafiq also laughed until he saw a wall clock that had shown at 10:00 p.m.

" Yes already, mas. I close first yes, "Syafiq.

" good, okay. See you tomorrow, "Ustadz Mustafa.

" Ashalamualaikum, "Shafiq.

" Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullah, "Ustadz Mustafa finished their conversation by phone.

On the other hand, the Ambulance car has reached the Hospital. With a swift second nurse men slowly lowered Mufti's body which was stretched limp with clothes full of blood and injured body parts. They brought the Mufti with their gurney and continued to push the Mufti into his room accompanied by the Father who had been concerned about the Mufti.

Just a few seconds into the strait, Doni arrived at the hospital and rushed to the parking lot, took off his helmet and walked in search of the Mufti.

" Hopefully, may the Mufti not papa, " said Doni as he continued to move quickly his face began to sweat coldly due to his worry with the state of the Mufti.

" Sister, the patient who just had an accident where, huh? " ask Doni to one of the Sisters.

" The one who just arrived due to an accident, the wound is also heavy? " ask the nurse to convince.

" yes, yes. Whereabouts? " tanya Doni bergebu he can not be patient or linger anymore.

" So she had just entered room 22, "quickly answered the nun with her right hand leading to the street of the Mufti's room.

" okay, okay. Thank you, Sus." said Doni, his gaze led to the path that Sister pointed out.

" Together, " replied the Sister.

With quick steps, Doni continued walking until he was right in front of the Mufti's room. Doni looked up and sure enough, room 22 shown by Sister was already a father sitting next to the Mufti room.

Doni was convinced that the father had helped the Mufti, he stepped slowly toward the father.

" Sorry, sir. Did you help my friend? He just had an accident, sir. On the street near Masjid Al-Hidayah, " explains Doni.

" Oh, yes, yes, it is. Your friend?" ask father.

Doni immediately fell silent he sat slowly beside the Father and cleared his face and looked back at the father who was waiting for Doni's answer.

" No, Sir. More precisely I am his best friend, " replied Doni.

The father nodded giving a small smile to Doni and placed his right hand on Doni's shoulder.

" You pray, may the child be well, "Father.

Doni nodded softly and then he put both hands on his face.

" How, Doc? My best friend is fine, right? It's not serious, is it, Doc?" doni asked so excited he was very afraid that his friend was okay.

" The violent collision that hit his body during the accident caused severe injuries to his hands and feet, fortunately he was wearing a helmet otherwise this could have a fatal impact on him. At the moment he needs a blood donor, his blood is flowing but we have bandages on his wound, he really needs the blood donor immediately" said the doctor.

" What's the kid's blood type, Doc? " ask Dad.

" Blood type B, "Doctor.

" Oh, my group O again, "Doni.

" I'm also O, how, this? " father.

" You'd better call his family, there's a good fit, " Doctor.

" Oh yeah, can I come in, Doc? Surely Mufti brought a cell phone because I do not know the number of his brother," Doni.

" Of course, please, the patient is still unconscious because of the dope, "Doctor.

" Good, Doc. Come, sir. "take Doni to the Father, with a nod that the Father wants to go in following Doni.

As they entered the Mufti's hand was attached to the infusion, his arms, legs and knees were also attached with bandages. Mufti's nose was oxygenated and his eyes were still suffocating.

With a slow step, Doni continued to look at her weak friend helplessly full of bandages.

Not wanting his best friend's condition to get worse, Doni looks for Mufti's mobile phone. And it is true that Mufti's goods are already located in the corner of the Mufti's room.

He immediately searched for Mufti's cell phone, after he found it he was confused by the Mufti's cellphone attached to his private key.

" Yes, still use gini-rich passwords. Fortunately I had known and often kepoin mobile phone lo bro, "Doni he typed the keyword mobile Mufti, the keyword is "happy right".

" To open, means from 6 years never replaced the password, Mufti, Mufti. " Doni looked at the Mufti and the Father sitting beside the Mufti.

Ustadz Mustafa who was ready to find the Mufti was about to walk to his car stopped due to the ringing of his cellphone.

" Mufti, Alhamdulillah, at last, the son called too." Ustadz Mustafa without lingering he immediately picked up his phone.

" Assalamualaikum, yes, Muf. So don't run away, rich little boy only you. Where is it now? " asked Ustadz Mustafa, his face shining because he did not know what happened to the Mufti.

Doni was still silent stiff when he heard the voice of Ustadz Mustafa who was notoriously loud in his eyes because he had remembered the incident where their band was scolded all the more Doni had also seen Ustadz Mustafa slapped Mufti hard in front of all his bandmates.

" Hello, Mufti. Why are you even silent, still angry with Brother? Yes, I'm sorry, yes. I promise I won't be hard on you, Dek." Ustadz Mustafa's.

Doni is confused not being ready to tell the truth by swallowing his saliva.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, Brother, this is Saya Doni, Mufti... " Doni was not straightforward frankly.

At once Ustadz Mustafa's face turned astonished and confused.

" Doni, why did you call me on Mufti's phone? The mufti asked? Where's dia? " ask Ustadz Mustafa constantly.

" I'm sorry, brother. Mufti of a great accident, he should immediately be able to donate blood, Brother please quickly come to the Hospital, "Doni with a soft voice.

So shocked Ustadz Mustafa when he heard something bad about his brother.

" Astagfirullah, Mufti. Which hospital, Don? " ask Ustadz Mustafa enthusiastically.

" At Harapan Mulya Hospital, Brother." Doni.

" yes, yes. You wait there, I'll be there soon, "Ustadz Mustafa he rushed to the hospital with a fever the feeling of worry that kept haunting him really he was afraid if his sister got to anything.

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