We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 19's. Make trouble again.

The school break bell rang, Akmal sat alone in the boarding school cafeteria looking at the photo he was holding.From a distance Akmal's friends saw Akmal and approached him.

"Hello bro ,bengong. "Firman.

"Yes, what the hell is it?. "Original.

"I ruh Akmal think opo."Udins

"Huh? what did I think?. "Actmal with a shocked tone.

"Thinking your father is Mal, who's sick."Udins

Instantly Akmal fell silent his eyes glazed over the photo he kept holding. Akmal's friends realize that Akmal is grieving Firman hit Udin's arm.

"Akmal, your dad is sick."The Word.

"My dad, I have a history of heart disease."Akmal lowered his head.

Instantly friend² Akmal fell silent and looked at each other.

"Yes Mal, you pray for your father."Ali's.

"Let's Mal, I'm karo conco-konco will definitely help sampean."Udin.

"Thank you, .....Uh I just remembered ustadz telling Azmi to give this to Aban."Akmal showed a letter to three of his friends.

"Let's go through Ahkam and Muhklis."Ali's.

"I'll give you later."Akmals.

Seen an ustadzah who is a teacher in Ma stepped closer to Akmal.

"When do you want to pay for your spp ?you haven't paid for 3 months."Ustadzah.

"Quickly my ustadzah will call my parents."Akmals.

"Well, wait for ya."ustadzah.

"Yes, uh, uh."Akmals.

The Ustadzah said hello and finally left Akmal. Seeing Akmal who looked down grieved Firman patted Akmal's shoulder encouraged him until Akmal smiled.

Azmi, Aban, and Rifki were hanging out in a seat in front of the class. Zakir, who saw Azmi, immediately invited his two friends to Azmi.

"Azmi gk to the canteen."Zakirs.

"Just finished." said Azmi.

"Follow me yuk."Zakirs.

Azmi looked at Aban and the compact Rifki shook their heads.

"Emm gk can." Azmi replied briefly.

"Why Mi, it's so hard we just want to meet you."Helmets.

"So, the winner is the same Azmi just as we are not."Aban with a lazy face looked at Zakir and his two friends.

Zakir gets hot and keeps looking at Azmi and thinking what he will do until Zakir sees Azmi's forehead is still bruised and also a santri who is fun to play his basketball ,there was a wicked plan in Zakir's mind.

"Azmi, we play basketball and play as far as I know you're good at basketball."Zakirs.

"Huh? who says I'm good at getting the ball into the ring I've never been."Azchem.

"Ooo wrong yeah, but gk papa we play a joke if you win I promise gk will myejahilin you."Zakirs.

"Don't want Mi, you're not a basketball player."Abans.

"True Mi, that time only you ever got injured remember not."Riffis.

Instantly Azmi remembers the incident where Azmi's hand was cramping due to wanting to insert the ball into the ring until Azmi finally fell.

"Let's dong Mi, play this once."Zakirs.

"Say I'm afraid of Azmi."Helmets.

Azmi looked at Zakir and the two Azmi friends kept shaking their heads.

"I want us to fight."Azchem.

"This is Azmi, yuk." - Zakir.

Azmi stood up to follow Zakir, an Aban who did not like to pull Azmi's hand.

"It's quiet just playing gini."Azchem.

Azmi accepts a challenge from Zakir despite being banned by her two friends. Zakir borrowed a basketball played by one of the students. The Santri gave it to him and they started to fight.

Azmi is not good at playing basketball he only knows playing regular ball, the sound of support from other students is heard from his ears including the sound of Aban and Rifki although they are not sure Azmi will win. But not the goal ring Zakir but even Azmi's bruised forehead Zakir getting closer to Azmi and....

"Bwmmmm"...A very hard basketball throw was hit right on Azmi's forehead until Azmi fell her head banged on the ground which contained several small stones sharp enough to stab right in Azmi's bruised forehead.

Zakir was very happy, while Azmi fell and felt a lot of pain he held his forehead.Aban and Rifki immediately approached Azmi no ustadz who saw the incident .The santri cheered Azmi who watched them play.

"Here Mi, you're not papa, are you?."Aban helps Azmi stand up.

"It's so great to be a person."Zakirs.

"Heh Zakir, you know Azmi is a gk play ginian."Riffis.

"It's not my fault that the Azinya is a pretentious one."Zakirs.

"Zakir is really you ."Aban looked very angry to get close to Zakir.

"Ban, let's not say we go."Azchem.

"But Azmi, these guys..."Aban

"Udah Ban, Ki, yuk"Azmi stepped up slowly leaving Zakir. Aban stared at Zakir sharply until he finally went after Azmi.

A santri who was a senior at Mts approached Zakir who continued to feel happy.

"Heh.I know you deliberately nailed in Azmi's forehead instead of entering the basketball into the ring."senior Santri.

"You know what the hell you are, brother. "Zakir defended himself.

"Your actions are evil tau gk, fortunately the head child gk leaked. "senior daughter.

"Here you go, it's my business brother don't interfere."Zakir left the upperclassman.

"Go be told also ,astagfirullah hopefully Azmi gk why."the singer stepped away.

Azmi sat down taking off her pecans, holding her forehead she felt a lot of pain. Aban and Rifki try to treat Azmi but Azmi continues to bow reluctantly in the treatment.

Zakir approached Azmi with his two friends.

"Yes already, still sick yes Mi, sorry you're weak anyway."Zakirs.

Azmi who had been trying to be patient was not able to bear and could not control her emotions on Zakir. With a sharp gaze Azmi held onto the collar of Zakir's shirt.

"From now on I've been able to bear my patience but, I can't be patient, what do you want."Azmi her emotions become.

Aban and Rifki try to stop Azmi as well as Helmi and Sihin

"Azmi Patient Mi,"Aban.

"No Ban, I can't wait for people like he's going to keep bumping."Azchem.

"Selow dong Mi,"The terrified Zakir saw Azmi's face and Azmi's forehead that was bleeding.

All the other students just watched the incident .

Ustadz Ridwan saw the incident and accelerated his steps toward Azmi who was about to hit Zakir in the face and tried to be stopped by Aban and Rifki.

"Azmi, wait!."ustadz Ridwan.

Azmi turned her head and faced ustadz. Meanwhile, Zakir girang felt helped by the arrival of Ustadz Ridwan.

"What's this about? you even fight remember this pesantren and you santri, the others disperse."ustadz Ridwan told the other santri to disperse.

"Azmi, what's wrong with you? your forehead is bleeding, here's ustadz look."ustadz Ridwan turned Azmi's head to him.

"Astagfirullah, Why is this so?" asked ustadz Ridwan to take off the Azmi head plan that he held.

"Zakir ustadz, he threw a hard basketball when Azmi's forehead was bruised."Abans.

"Zakir, you're making trouble again."ustadz Ridwan in a slightly high tone

"Ma... I'm sorry iftadz I throw it slowly Azinya aja weak."Zakirs.

"It's a lie if Azmi's plan may fall his head Azmi also hit the ground ustadz."Riffis.

"Zakir, Azmi you are in ustadz."ustadz Ridwan.

Zakir and Azmi looked at each other cynically.