We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 182 Attention to the Mufti

" Hmm, yeah, anyway. But how, huh? Yeah, already, deh. I'll stay in the hospital first, I'll be here later, "Hafsah.

" Yes, please, "Ustadz Mustafa.

" Excuse me Ustadz, assalamualaikum, " Hafsah is leaving.

" Same me? You don't want to pay? " Muftis.

" It was already. Same thing, bye." Hafsah without further ado he immediately went to stay overnight at the hospital precisely in a special room of hospital/sister employees who were there.

The voice of the person who woke up the sahur had rang, Hafsah had been awake since he immediately bought food and drinks for Ustadz and Mufti in a stall that had opened a distance also not far from the hospital.

Time showed it was still too early, but there were already people opening stalls near the hospital. You can see a lot of people buying food at the hospital.

Hafsah stepped with a quick step to the Mufti's room, indeed he came very timely that is when the Mufti was very thirsty but Ustadz Mustafa was still asleep very soundly.

" Assalamualaikum, "Hafsah immediately approached the Mufti who was coughing trying to get up.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, " replied the Mufti with a hoarse voice.

" O God, Mufti. You're thirsty, aren't you? Here I help, slow down." Hafsah gently helped the Mufti get up and gave him water lovingly indeed the figure of a Sister very attached to Hafsah it was clearly seen when he helped the Mufti.

" I woke up Ustadz first, time sahur, nih." Hafsa.

Without words, the Mufti could only reply with a nod of his temper.

" Sister, Brother. Wake up, it's time for sahur," Hafsah continued to awaken Ustadz Mustafa by patting Ustadz Mustafa's arm repeatedly.

It did not take long, hearing the voice of Hafsah, Ustadz Mustafa immediately woke up and sat rubbing his eyes.

" Come sahur, Brother. Hafsah has bought rice for Brother and Mufti, this." Hafsa.

" O Allah, good thing you woke up, Hafsah. Why do you bother like this? I can buy it myself, "Ustadz.

" No nicotine, Brother. Eaten up, sister. keburu dawn, "Hafsah.

" Okay, thank you, Hafsah." Ustadz Mustafa while receiving packaged rice given Hafsah.

" Together, " replied Hafsah with a smile.

" I want to be honest too, but what? My hands, everything is still bandaged, where it still hurts again, "The mufti made the view of Ustadz and Hafsah towards him while thinking.

" Oh yeah, I almost forgot. You can take medicine that the love of the doctor is exhausted, let the pain disappear. Here I help you eat, "Hafsah he has sat beside the Mufti as if ready to feed the Mufti.

" Eits. Tell me, lo mode, right? You like it, same with me, "Mufti.

Hearing the Mufti's words upset Hafsah and hit the Mufti's bandaged hand hard.

" You don't have to worry, yeah. I've been nursing patients here a lot and you're a patient, right? " Hafsah was so upset.

" Aw, well, it hurts. You hit me hard, "The mufti whined in pain while holding his bandaged hand.

" You guys, let's sahur soon. Fajr hunt later, "reproof Ustadz Mustafa.

" If Hafsah is no longer fasting, it is up to anyone, want me to help or not, " Hafsah.

Ustadz Mustafa could only laugh a little and shake his head at that. Hafsah who felt unbearable returned to spoon the rice and fed the Mufti with great attention.

" Duh, how come I dig gini, anyway." The mufti stared at Hafsah who was giving him rice.

Meanwhile, Ustadz Mustafa continued to chuckle at the stiff and somewhat awkward expression of his younger brother to Hafsah.

" La-bluff, if you eat rich little children, anyway. I was bribed there was still rice on your lips, "Hafsah he brought his face closer and cleaned the rice on the edge of Mufti's lips.

Hafsah raised his head and he began to realize that his face was already too close by the face of the Mufti. The Mufti's very deep and sharp gaze made Hafsah's heart skip a beat.

Ustadz Mustafa who had just drank the water also saw those who were still looking at each other in the water.

" Astagfirullah, ahem! Zina's eyes, don't look at those rich views, "reprove Ustadz.

Ustadz Mustafa's rebuke left Hafsah and Mufti shocked and immediately turned their backs.

" Astagfirullah, O Allah, forgive me for seeing people who are not clearly rich." hafsah closed his eyes and begged Allah for forgiveness, making Ustadz Mustafa laugh while the Mufti's face turned cynical to the Mufti.

" It's good, by the way, you're rich. Tell me you have the same mode as me, hayo ngaku aja, deh. I'm handsome, karen, good-natured." The mufti was so confident.

" I'm sorry yes, you should have to lower the pain of the father. There are still many more handsome than you, for example Azmi." Hafsa.

The mufti laughed at Hafsah's words.

" You like Azmi? He's still a boy, I didn't lose it too, same Azmi. Look at my followers too, "Mufti.

" I know that Azmi is still small, still cute, clean, not rich you who are pretentious when used to, " Hafsah with his regretful expression.

" Keep your ngelak kaya that, beware of falling in love lo, "Mufti.

At once Hafsah fell silent to the words of the Mufti who was so confident and confident while smiling sweetly at Hafsah.

" Ih, that's impossible. Now, drink to himself, "Hafsah puts the opened bottle of water on the Mufti.

" Yeah, have you, my hands are rich gini when you tell me to drink alone?" The mufti.

" Who told you, so the pedenya god-level person? " Hafsa.

" Oh yes, here let Brother help you drink, where is Hafsah water?" Ustadz Mustafa he stood asking for a bottle of water on Hafsah.

Hafsah stood up from his chair and gave the water he held to Ustadz Mustafa who was about to help his sister drink.

" My brother's bothering me, anyway. Though my heart is glad that Hafsah loves me to drink," in the little heart of the Mufti with a smile looking at Hafsah.

Seeing his own grinning sister unblinkingly looking at Hafsah who was turning his face made Ustadz Mustafa wave his hand on the face of the Mufti.

" Heh, it's smiling, it's drinking." Ustadz Mustafa's.

Mufti nodded and smiled he started to drink but his eyes briefly glanced towards Hafsah.

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