We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 181 Akur

Ustadz Mustafa was still crying while kissing the Mufti's forehead as he rubbed the Mufti's head. Hafsah, Doni and Father did not realize that the Mufti had come to his senses with slightly open eyes. Mufti's eyes were directed at his older brother who continued to rub his head affectionately. A small smile was painted on his face after seeing so dear and sad his brother.

" Sister, "call the Mufti and let everyone be shocked and their gaze began to be on the Mufti whose condition was still weak.

" Mufti, you're sober, Dek. What do you want? Drink, huh? Or want to eat, are you open?" Ustadz Mustafa kept asking the Mufti questions he was worried that the Mufti had not eaten and was still starving.

Mufti shook his head and he was about to get up wanting to sit down, Doni and Ustadz who knew it immediately quickly helped Mufti get up slowly. And to release the oxygen that is still attached to the nose and mouth.

" Eh, don't open it!" Hafsah was about to stop the Mufti from releasing oxygen.

" I'm not papa. Brother, the Mufti is well, really. I'm fine, "Mufti he's determined to open up that oxygen.

" Muf, you're so stubborn, anyway? Just sober, "Doni.

The mufti turned towards Doni and gave his small laugh.

" Lo, is it here? I guess you still want to walk even though I knew I was hit earlier, maybe you don't care if I die though, right? " Muftis.

" Hushh, you can't talk like that, Donilah told me that you were in the hospital, you need a blood donor right away, "Ustadz Mustafa.

" So the brother who donated blood to Mufti? Why didn't you let Mufti die? So that there is no more burden in my brother's life." said Mufti he continued to talk bad and still behave like the beginning of anger and disappointment is still in the Mufti's mind.

" Mufti, you don't talk rich. Your brother, Doni, everyone cares about you, Muf. Everyone loves you, " continued Hafsah.

Doni could no longer hold back the tears that had gathered at the bottom of his eyes he felt guilty because in his mind all this happened because of his actions.

Doni bowed before the Mufti with remorse while kissing the Mufti's knee.

" Muf, I'm sorry. I'm telling you this is all my fault. It's up to you, you want to do me, but please excuse me, Muf. I want our friendship to be rich again, "Doni.

Mufti was sorry to see the regret of his friend who continued to cry even though he had turned his face with a lazy look.

" Doni, already. You don't have to be like that, let's get up, "Ustadz Mustafa asks Doni to get up and not keep blaming himself.

" Daughter, you have to forgive this boy, he's very sorry for what he did" Father.

" His father helped me, huh? I had a chance to see the face of the Father for a while before I closed my eyes and I also saw this person even though he already knew I was lying on the ground, he had no care at all and just sat on his sports bike, "Mufti.

" Together, Son." Sired.

" Yes, I know I was wrong, but I was scared, Muf. I'm confused about what to do, "Doni.

" Mufti, in this month of fasting. It is better to forgive people than to hate people. In this blessed month you should be able to make up with everyone, Big Brother also apologized for all of Brother's mistakes. Brother realizes that Brother is not a good brother for you all this time, Brother is rarely the same attention you, "Ustadz Mustafa.

" Mufti, I'm sure you're a good man. You can definitely build a new life without hatred, " continued Hafsah.

At that moment the Mufti began to think about digesting what had been said by Ustadz Mustafa and also Hafsah while looking at Ustadz, Hafsah, Father and Doni alternately.

Mufti nodded slowly he lowered his head and looked back at Ustadz Mustafa.

" Yes, Brother. It's not Brother's fault either, all this Brother lakainin just for my good, thank you, brother. To take care of me, for me, Brother is the best Brother the world has ever seen, " Mufti's deep gaze and soft words were within him that continued towards his brother who was also staring inside him.

Without a second thought, Ustadz Mustafa immediately approached the Mufti slowly he hugged his sister's body tightly while gently stroking his sister's head. A small smile appeared on his face slowly he also tried to move his hands to be able to return his arms even though his hands were still wrapped in bandages and infusions.

" Sorry, Son. I have to go home now, it's late at night, I'm afraid my family is worried" Father.

" Oh, fine, sir. Once again very grateful for your help to the Mufti. I no longer know how to reply," Ustadz Mustafa turned his gaze to the Father with the position of releasing the embrace of Mufti.

" It's okay, son. In fact, I am very happy to be able to help, and to meet you, "Father.

Ustadz Mustafa just nodded and the Mufti gave his smile to you. The father said goodbye and went home not to forget he shook hands with everyone and took the time to stroke the Mufti's head to pray for the Mufti to heal quickly.

The remaining Doni and Hafsah who still stand accompany the Mufti.

" You two don't want to go home?" ask Mufti.

" Let's not forgive me yet, how can I go home?" Doni.

" If I'm not sorry, how? " ask the Mufti.

" Yes, I, I will stay here, " replied Doni he had a glance at Hafsah.

The mufti laughed as if he was mocking Doni.

" Yes, because I feel sorry for you. I'm sorry, let you go home. " Muftis.

" What the hell, Muf? I apologize most sincerely, this." Doni.

" Muf, I'm sorry about him. Poor thing, he helped you too, " continued Ustadz Mustafa.

" That's right, said Brother Lo, "Doni.

" yes, yes. I am sorry you. We're plain again, right?" The mufti.

Finally Doni could be relieved he smiled happily even so happy he hit hard Mufti hand bandaged, Hafsah spontaneously closed his mouth as if he was in pain in the ringing of his expression.

" Okay, Don! Just like me, lo. Sick tau," Mufti whined in pain as he continued to hold her hand.

" Eh, sorry. Seriously, I did not accidentally go home, Muf. Bye, assalamualaikum, come. " Doni he hastily left from there avoiding the Mufti's rampage but he was able to leave Ustadz and Hafsah.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, "reply to all the Mufti, although the pain is still very much felt in the hand that was hit hard Doni

Doni Hafsah chuckled. Now the view of the Mufti leads to the beautiful face of Hafsah.

" Will you still be here? " the Mufti asked cynically his views were very deep to Hafsah.

" huh? Eeee.. Yes, this is me going home. Brother, I say yes, "Hafsah he was about to leave Ustadz Mustafa.

" You sure want to go home now, the streets at this hour are deserted. Here used to accompany the Mufti is also not papa, you are also a Sister here." Ustadz Mustafa's.

Hafsah was still confused he saw the right wall clock showing at 12 his gaze also led to the Mufti who immediately turned his face when he was caught by Hafsah continuing to look at him.

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