We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 220 Glad to See Hafsah Smile

Tonight, Hafsah walked alone after finishing all his work. He looked very tired and chose to sit on a park bench where there were also many people who gathered to choose a place to visit with their relatives.

The atmosphere of the garden is very beautiful can make tired Hafsah subside and reduced beautiful face paint a sweet smile when seeing the little children who play and laugh.

" Gemesh, that's really the kids. Try it, I can go home and definitely meet my cute cousins. Huft, so miss them." Hafsah he sighed while leaning his body on the white bench.

His right hand leaning in the bench hand held his head while calming himself down. Suddenly Hafsah remembered the members of the Syubban especially Azmi. I don't know what worries him and suddenly wants to contact Azmi.

" Oh, yeah. Azmi how are you, huh? I haven't seen him in a long time with any other members of Syria. So kangen the same them, "thought Hafsah began to straighten his body and put his right hand on his chin while thinking.

" Any, let me call him. I want to see the children of Syubban." Hafsah pulled out his phone from the bag.

Hafsah's views now focus on his phone which now leads to social media belonging to members of the Syrian government. So shocked Hafsah when he found out that there were also idiots whose work only bullied Azmi as well as members of his Syubbanya.

It certainly has a bad impact on members of the Syubban or their fans who have so loved them.

" What a wonder, why are there still rich people? Judging someone with a bad side. Pity them, though plain and fine." Hafsah he can only shake his head and look back at the phone screen.

Along with that, the Mufti with his friends were also in the park. Mufti's eyes point to Hafsah who looks very focused on his phone.

Seeing such a silent Mufti made the three Mufti friends who were with him confused and led to where and to whom the Mufti's eyes looked.

" Heh, bro! You're concerned about what, anyway?" doni asked as he waved his hand right at the Mufti's face.

The surprised Mufti immediately turned his gaze away from Hafsah and turned to Doni while looking for an excuse to meet Hafsah.

" mmm... Uh, it's really late at night, huh? We continue tomorrow. The thing.. Eee.. My brother must be waiting at home" Mufti.

Hearing the Mufti's unusual speech made the three friends confused and look at each other.

" Lo healthy, Muf? Tumben says you are rich in pesantren. Yea, no? " said one of the Mufti's friends who was astonished by the Mufti's behavior.

" Healthy, the talk is not for pesantren children only time. Norak lo, you have come home. Do you want to gather with family on this day? Yes, even if it's been a few days, anyway. " Muftis.

Again his words made his friends speech silent and increasingly astonished not to understand what the Mufti meant.

" Yeah, put it on again. Tomorrow I pick you up early in the morning, we're hollering until nightfall. How's it? I'll treat you, "Mufti with his slightly arrogant style.

" Nah, this is me demen nih." friend 1.

" I also agree that it is rich. Steady, Muf. Good idea, "friend 2.

Doni still stared intently at the Mufti as if he was still thinking about what the Mufti really wanted to do.

" Don, come!" invite one of his friends who made Doni shocked and look at him.

" yes, yes. That's it, Muf! I'll pull it up." Doni.

" Okay, I'll see you in the morning." Mufti he began to paint a smile because finally his friends want to go home.

Doni just nods affirming Mufti's words and steps back with the rest of his friends.

Seeing the footsteps of his friends who had gone away to go home, a sweet and cheerful smile began to appear on the Mufti's face. His eyes now lead to Hafsah who is still alone.

With his style, the Mufti began to approach Hafsah and cleared his throat first when it was right in front of Hafsah who was looking very focused on his phone.

" Ahem, " Mufti.

" Greetings first, don't have much style." Hafsa.

" Oh yes, I forgot. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh ukhti." said Mufti.

" Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh, what's wrong?" ask Hafsah.

" I'm not given a seat, is that it? " Muftis.

Hearing the Mufti's question made Hafsah turn to him. They both stared at each other for a long time.

" Oh, please sit down." Hafsah he gave a place for the Mufti to sit beside him.

As the Mufti began to sit beside Hafsah, Hafsah distanced himself slightly from getting too close to the Mufti.

" Eh, what's going on? How come?" asked the Mufti who was astonished by the behavior of Hafsah.

" I can't be whittling, not the mahram. What do you want to do? Does it need to be the same for me?" Hafsa.

" eee... Actually not, anyway. I just happened to see you sitting here by yourself. Can't I be here?" The mufti.

" No, actually." Hafsa.

" From your tone of speech, it looks really if you don't like it, yes. I'm here. Okay, fine! I'm just going." The mufti got up and was about to walk away.

" Muftis! " call for Hafsah, who makes the Mufti stop his footsteps at once.

" You are very much a person. I was just kidding. Aye, yes. You can stay here with me, don't go." Hafsa.

Hafsah's plea that asked him not to go made the Mufti smile widely, his face was radiant, it was clear that he was happy.

But the Mufti tried to keep his attitude and return to his attitude before he turned his head and turned his body to Hafsah.

The Mufti looked at Hafsah with such a deep gaze and so did Hafsah who looked at the Mufti with a deep gaze.

" You don't want me to go, do you? Are you starting to like it?" The mufti with his style so confident certainly made Hafsah turned upset to him.

" Skeleton! Who likes it too? You at best, "Hafsah sat back and turned her face away.

" If I am yes, " said the Mufti in a soft and small tone but can still be heard by Hafsah who sat beside him.

" huh? What did you say? " ask Hafsah.

Making the Mufti turn towards him stiffly silent with his mouth slightly open like he was about to speak while trying to think what reason he would give.

" What did I say? " The mufti with his face so serious that he turned his face away.

" So you said something like that, when I heard wrong? " Hafsa.

" Nothing, I ain't nothing to say. Wow, your ears should be checked. There's nothing else, "Mufti.

" It's good to say it." Hafsah he again looked at his cellphone with a very focused gaze.

" Lo's concerned about what, anyway?" The mufti.

" Papo, huh? " ledek Hafsah made the Mufti throw away his face.

" It's up, "Mufti with a cringe.

" You're a very rich little boy, yes. A little cranky, a little angry. Here, I again see the Sosmed of the Shubban especially Azmi," Hafsah honestly while showing what he saw.

Mufti just a small nod with a face that remains bent his eyes also briefly staring at the cellphone screen Hafsah.

" No kangen, are they the same? The same sound 3A very cool. Same with all the teams. What are they doing, huh?" Hafsa.

The mufti who saw Hafsah looked very homesick to the Shubban team who had not met for a long time began to show his jealous expression.

" Kangen are you the same? Do they miss what is the same? They are artists, they are successful. I will not remember the same lo, let alone the same me." said Mufti made Hafsah who had been staring at the mobile phone silent and turned to the Mufti.

" Shirk on you, Muf! I know them, they can't be rich. No matter how successful they are, they are still just a santri. That's what Azmi once said to me," Hafsah.

" Is there anything you like about the children of Shubban? " Muftis.

Hafsah smiled as a small nod made the Mufti startled and spontaneously asked so enthusiastically.

" who? Who do you like, Haf? The azmi? Yes he was a boy, you like Azmi." sambar Mufti.

" Apaan, anyway? That's not the Mufti" Hafsah.

" Not Azmi? Who then?" The mufti.

" It's hard, talking to you. I mean, I like them all. Like the way they talk, they are like teachers or older people. I thought they were all family, yeah, even though I wasn't close, anyway." Hafsa.

" Oooo, that's. Kirain," Mufti.

" I feel sorry for them anyway, why do some people still envy and say they're hypocrites, say brand name? Some even make a slander for them." Hafsa.

" Biasa, the rich are just jealous of them. But I believe that the children of Shubban are great, patient and strong. They can carry all of that with the confidence inherent in their bodies. Yes, I salute them too. Because I know for myself how they struggle until it can be like this." The mufti.

" You're right, Muf. Success is always for them, "Hafsah.

" What if we invite them? They are not too busy right now. They'll want to, "Mufti.

" How is it, Mufti? Do you have a right to that? " Hafsa.

" Let's just calm down, I'll talk to my brother. I miss them too. Although not as soon as possible, before they go back to the lodge, we can get together first. Yea, no? " Muftis.

" Yes too, yeah. I hope we can see you before they get back to the pesantren." Hafsa.

" Yes, just calm down. I take care of everything." Mufti he continued to convince Hafsah.

Hafsah nodded and smiled at him it made the Mufti look at Hafsah with a very deep gaze.

Seriate....