We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 180. The Regret of Ustadz

Ustadz Mustafa's footsteps were so fast, his worried expression was clearly visible on the face that was beginning to sweat. Immediately he asked about the Mufti to the Sisters on duty after which he immediately proceeded to step up to the Mufti room.

So worried, Ustadz Mustafa forgot to say hello he immediately rushed to stand next to his sister's mattress.

" Mufti, wake up, Muf! Why are you like, this? " said Ustadz Mustafa brought his face closer to the body of the Mufti with a slightly bent body and his right hand stroking the head of the Mufti.

" You take it easy, this kid is fine. The doctor said the wound was not serious, he just needed a blood donor, " said the father who had been standing on the other side of the Mufti mattress he also witnessed the sadness felt by Ustadz Mustafa who really did not want his sister why-not.

Though tense and a little scared, Doni tried to step forward until he stood right next to Ustadz Mustafa with teary eyes and he spontaneously kissed Ustadz Mustafa's hand as if he could not hold back his tears.

" I'm sorry, Brother. It's all my fault, I don't want the Mufti to crash like this either. I'm sorry, Brother." He began to feel very guilty by kissing Ustadz Mustafa's hand while crying.

" Already, you don't have to cry like this because it can't make the Mufti heal." Ustadz Mustafa slowly and emotionally woke Doni with both hands.

Doni could only nod to wipe his tears as he realized what had happened but he did not want it to happen to his best friend.

" I must immediately donate blood to the Mufti, our blood is both B." Ustadz Mustafa's.

" Yes, Son. It's a good thing to do it quickly" Father.

" The father who helped my sister, huh?" Ustadz Mustafa approached the Father who was still waiting faithfully for the Mufti.

" Yes, Son. I myself also saw where the boy was when he was hit and fell," Father.

" I'm very grateful, sir. I don't know what it would be like if there were no Father, thank you, sir." Ustadz Mustafa immediately kissed the two hands of the Father he was very grateful to the Father who had helped the Mufti.

" Everyone, it is our duty to help others, "Bapak while patting Ustadz Mustafa on the shoulder.

Ustadz Mustafa smiled at the Father as he nodded his head slowly. Ustadz Mustafa immediately reported to the Doctor that he was ready to donate blood for his sister who he loved so much.

Blood sets (blood transfusion devices) have been paired on the hands of Ustadz Mustafa up to the Mufti who is still closed eyes. The blood of Ustadz Mustafa continues to run for the Mufti. A little pain and start to limp began to be felt by Ustadz Mustafa but this was all just for the Mufti.

With Deep gaze Ustadz Mustafa continued to stare at his sister and after a while he turned his face began to close his eyes.

Doni kept both hands on his face while praying nothing would happen to the Mufti.

Simultaneously, Hafsah who had officially worked there accidentally saw Doni as he raised his face. At once Hafsah's face was shocked and tried to remember who he saw.

" We know rich, but who, huh?" Hafsah kept thinking until the Doctor who had just finished from the Mufti room came to see him who was very focused on looking at Doni who walked into the Mufti room.

" Why are you so rich, you don't want to go home? " ask the Doctor.

" huh? Hee, yes, Doc. It's 11 and a half hours when I go home. But who's in that room, who is it, Doc? I can tell" asked Hafsah.

" Ooo, in that room, I just finished a blood transfusion on a patient. The young man was hit-and-run, his injuries were heavy enough that he suffered severe injuries, and was deprived of a lot of blood, "the doctor replied after looking at the room that Hafsah had appointed.

" Astagfirullah, I hope he's okay, Doc. The month of fasting rich gini how could anyone, anyway ngelakuin such a bad thing? Not really heart." Hafsah with an expression of shock and confusion and annoyed with the hand that grasped and looked back at the Doctor.

" Yes, it happened. But the patient's wounds have been treated. He just needs a lot of rest, "Doctor.

" If I may know whose patient's name is, Doc? " Hafsah to dispel his curiosity he kept asking the Doctor.

" You seem very curious, don't you?" The doctor.

" Heheh, yes, Doc. I want to know" Hafsah.

" His name, Mufti. Yes, Mufti, but what is it until you ask like that? Do you know? " Doctor.

" Yes, why? Do you know or do you have a friend called Mufti? " the doctor asked Hafsah very seriously.

Hafsah did not immediately answer he still looks silent like thinking.

" Eh, yes, Doc. Excuse me for a look" Hafsah.

" Good, please, "Doctor.

" Excuse me, Doc. Assalamualaikum, "Open.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, " replied the Doctor.

Hafsah went straight to the Mufti's room, his steps halted when he saw the Mufti's severe condition that his legs and hands were full of bandages, with his eyes still closed, and his nose still using oxygen. Hafsah's eyes were also fixed on Doni, the Father who was still waiting for the Mufti and Ustadz Mustafa who lay he was still limp.

" Assalamualaikum, " said Hafsah constantly approaching.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, "said everything so did Ustadz Mustafa slowly he woke up to see the arrival of Hafsah. Doni who knew it immediately helped build Ustadz Mustafa.

" Be careful, Brother." Doni, holding his hand and one holding his back Ustadz Mustafa, helped him to wake up slowly.

" Mufti, why is it rich in gini? She wasn't conscious yet?" asked Hafsah his steps were getting closer until he stood right beside the Mufti who never realized.

" The mufti was hit by a car, quite badly, the wound was also a lot earlier. But the doctor said, The mufti just needs a lot of rest now, " replied Doni.

Hafsah looked at Doni who spoke and nodded he looked back at the Mufti.

" Pity, may the Mufti recover quickly, "Hafsah had his eyes turned to the Father and set his eyes again to Ustadz and Doni.

" Aamiin, "answer everything.

" You work here? " ask Ustadz.

" Alhamdulillah, yes Ustadz, " replied Hafsah with a small smile.

Ustadz Mustafa nodded and he was about to stand up to his brother.

" Slowly, Brother. Brother not weak? " Doni he looks very worried.

" I'm not papa. That accident was Mufti, not me." Ustadz Mustafa's.

Doni nodded and allowed Ustadz Mustafa to stand up and approach his younger brother.

Hafsah who knew that Ustadz Mustafa was going to his sister immediately move aside, Doni also stepped standing beside the Father.

Ustadz Mustafa's hand slowly led to the Mufti's head he began to give a tender elusan of affection.

" This child is indeed very stubborn, but he is like this because of lack of affection from his parents. I was too hard on him. Sorry Brother Mufti, Brother is indeed not a good Brother," Ustadz Mustafa he could not help but cry feeling very guilty.

Tears began to fall, Ustadz Mustafa cried while kissing the hand of the Mufti he was very sorry for what he did. Hafsah, Doni and Mr. Bapak were also moved to see how sad Ustadz Mustafa was.

Slowly the Mufti opened his eyes and saw his crying brother.

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