We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 208 The Burning of Hatred

People who use social media, especially Muslim fans of Syubbanul, see the video on the channel owned by Syubban. They all nodded in understanding with what Azmi said.

" Even so, there are people who do not like it" said a girl who after seeing the video Azmi.

" Pity Azmi, who the hell, who's been this news? Iri said boss, huh, no? " call his friend who was furious.

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Zakir who had just finished bathing he immediately tidied his hair and his face was impatient to see the news he had made. So shocked Zakir, when many people were more defending Azmi. A few minutes later, Zakir got a notification and immediately saw it. Indeed, he was even more shocked and upset when he saw Azmi who spoke firmly and calmly like a smart person.

An annoyed and angry face was clearly visible on his face, especially when Zakir saw the comments of Azmi supporters that made his heart hotter.

Zakir immediately deleted the post he spread on various social media and put his hape hard.

Zakir stood up and clenched his hands together, the hatred towards Azmi grew even greater in Zakir.

" Aghhhhh!!!" A furious Zakir approached the table and hit it so hard that it made a loud noise that it reached Dimas and the parents of Zakir who were sitting down.

" That's the sound from Zakir's room. Oh, my God, why him?" Zakir's mother looked anxiously at Zakir's room above.

" Of course, relax. Try to get to Zakir, see what happens." Zakir's father tried to calm his wife.

" Good, Om." Dimas nodded and he immediately went upstairs to approach Zakir.

" Azmi, Azmi, Azmi! From the beginning I met him, I did not like the same child who always capers to the Ustadz, always make me punished, pretentious, handsome, pretentious, still holds me away from him. But why, why did he have to be a famous person? People I hate don't let me laugh over me!" zakir said with anger while looking at himself in the mirror.

Dimas immediately opened the door to Zakir's room, because he was so worried that he did not say hello.

" Zakir, you don't papa? " ask Dimas with a panicked and anxious face.

" So look, what happened to Azmi? Why is he always being defended? You hypocrite! " Zakir.

" Astagfirullah, Zakir! " Dimas he was very disappointed with Zakir's words that were not good.

Zakir turned his body and sat on his bed and Dimas stepped out to sit beside Zakir trying to advise his cousin's sister.

" Conscious, Kir! Istighfar, it's Ramadan and will soon be ready for Eid. What you're doing is wrong, you're just instilling envy, envy and hate into Azmi who never even made a mistake with you, " said Dimas who made Zakir who was still upset staring intently at him.

" Never make a mistake? In my eyes, Azmi is a person who tries to want to be praised by everyone, good-ass, pompous. He's always looking face to face all Ustadz. Only Azmi who was praised in the class when I was also good, not only that, Azmi never damaged my relationship with my friends. My relationship is also with my brother. Don't you remember any of that, huh? Bela aja continue Azmi who has become the artist, continues to be praised, in her heart must be very happy, she has become arrogant, " Zakir spoke out with hatred and a gaze that looked forward and last looked at Dimas.

" Zakir, you are wrong about Azmi. Try to pray often, salaried, so that your heart is calm and not easily hate the same people, not easily envious to see the goodness of people, " explained Dimas.

But Zakir just fell silent with his lazy face to listen. Zakir got up and stepped up to pick up the thing he had already thrown.

Dimas also woke up he was not tired of advising Zakir.

" Zakir, you must listen to me! If you do not, until anytime your life will not be happy because the one in your heart you always do not like to see the goodness of people and consider him to be face-to-face and pretentious, try to think positively, Kir!" Zakirs.

" I don't need Big Brother's talk, you better get out of my room because Big Brother makes me even more upset!" zakir said in a loud tone to Dimas and Zakir's parents heard it again.

Dimas paused for a moment to absorb all of Zakir's harsh words to himself before he began to speak with such a deep gaze to Zakir.

" If that's what you want, I'm going. I just want you to change, Kir. Remember, your parents went to boarding school because they hoped you would be a good person." Dimas.

Zakir just kept his back to Dimas who was talking to him.

" Assalamualaikum, " said Dimas he went as Zakir wanted immediately.

" Dimas, what's wrong? Why Zakir? He snapped at you?" asked Zakir's mother to Dimas who sat back on the sofa with a disappointed face.

Not immediately replied because Dimas was still saddened by Zakir's behavior.

" Dimas, let's talk. Let me talk to Zakir. He's always been like, " said Zakir's father.

" Eh, don't do it. Zakir's just tired, he's not saying anything, same to me." Dimas.

Zakir's parents mutually pitted each other and still did not believe Dimas' words but they just nodded their heads asserting Dimas' words and turned the conversation back to Dimas.

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The hot atmosphere of the sun makes it very hot. All the members of Syubban are still gathering while discussing before they perform.

They all look hot even though they are in a place where there is no heat, Azmi continued to mop up his body with the pecinya as well as that done by the others they were very resistant to the very hot temperature let alone they were fasting.

" This is us performing here? Why not in a place where there is ac? Hot-hot rich gini you know," complained Udin who looks sweat that soaks his face trying he removed with a tissue.

" I'm also very thirsty, if later not strong how?" add Word.

No one could answer because they were all very hot and tired.

Azmi was also very seen starting to limp he was so tired he sat down with his face began to pale while continuing to brush his face and wipe the sweat that soaked his forehead and cheeks with tissue

" Mi, you don't papa, Mi? " ask Aban who saw Azmi showed her worried expression.

Azmi turned to Aban with a pale face.

" Azmi, your face is so pale." Muhklists.

" Have a rest, Mi. Let me tell you later with Ustadz Mustafa." Ahkams.

" No, mas. I'm not papa really, it's usual if he fasts his face is pale," Azmi replied he can still smile even though his body is very weak.

" But, Mi. You're rich again sick, "Ali.

Just now Azmi wanted to answer, Hamdi shouted to call the members of Syubban to immediately prepare because they would appear to go up on stage.

" Syubban members, let's get together! " cried Hamdi.

" Okay, mas." replied Ahkam.

" Come on, rek." Udin.

Azmi started to stand up slowly and put up her pecans.

" Aren't you, Mi? " ask Aban.

" Yes, come on" Azmi patted Aban on the shoulder and convinced him she was okay.

But Aban was still worried about Azmi's condition, especially he had just solved the problem and also had just received blasphemy from netizens, especially people who hated Azmi.

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