We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 221 Returns to Pain

After all the hospitality events, now is the time for Azmi along with her family to rest. Azmi's hand still looks bruised even though the pain has begun to subside.

Azmi immediately sat on the soft sofa next to her Sisters.

" His hand still hurts, Mom?" tanya Ummi approached Azmi and sat next to her followed by Abah who was also sitting on the sofa right next to Rara.

" Thank God, Mmi. This is already light." Azmi replied turning to Umminya with a small smile.

" Alhamdulillah if that, if it still hurts to say the same Ummi, yes, Mas." Ummie.

Azmi nodded.

" Yes Ummi" replied Azmi.

Ummi who saw the innocent face of his son who had succeeded was stroking the head of his eldest son lovingly made Azmi bowed with a smile he felt the warmth of the soft hand Umminya.

" Azmi Mas healthy-healthy dong, Mas. I'll never play again, "Naufal.

" yes, yes. It's just an accident, I'm healthy now." Azchem.

" Seng thought ps tok, Naufal iki. Mbok yes, confessing useful things ngono you know. Njai, murajaah with Mase." Abahs.

Naufal was silent because of his brother's words he nodded and confirmed his brother's words.

" Congratulations, Abah. God willing," answered Naufal with one nod.

" Ummi, Azmi's gonna grab a drink first." Azchem.

" Yes, " Ummi.

Azmi slowly woke up she bent her body as she stepped in front of Ummi and Abah and continued to step towards the kitchen.

Azmi's face looks limp no matter what she thinks at this time but her steps are also so slow and not powerful it is very clear if Azmi is thinking about something.

He walked to the kitchen to get some water. First he managed to take a glass but when he filled the water suddenly the pain and pain in the right hand that was holding the glass back was very painful.

His hands suddenly stiffened without cause and made him unable to hold the glass tightly until the glass fell and broke.

" Aghhhh! " cried Azmi holding her hand in pain.

Everyone who heard the sound of the falling and breaking glass immediately approached Azmi to see what was happening.

" Astagfirullah, Azmi. Why, darling? " ask Ummi Azmi approaching her son who is enduring her pain.

Abah Azmi took the shard very carefully.

" Abah, let Azmi clean up. It's Azmi's fault." Azchem.

" Wes tho, le. You're sick again, Abah no papa, "Abah.

" Let Naufal help Abah" Naufal said, immediately helping his brother.

Azmi continued to whine in pain in her arms making Ummi so anxious and afraid of anything happening to her son.

" O Allah Azmi, let's go to the room and let Ummi take care of your hands." Ummie.

" Rara followed Ummi, " said Rara with her small steps she followed Ummi who brought Azmi.

Azmi was taken to the room very carefully while being held by Umminya. He looked so painful that his face looked pale but Azmi kept trying to endure the pain.

Ummi assisted Rara who took cold water immediately returned to treat Azmi's hand to recover and the pain could be gone.

" Here, Son. Ummi compress again, this time you take the medicine so that it does not hurt anymore." Ummie.

Azmi nods to straighten her body and Ummi begins to take the cloth used to compress Azmi, blackmailing her and contracting Azmi's still bruised hand.

Rara who was sitting next to Ummi was very deep and focused on looking at Masnya who was in pain. Her worried face looked very worried about Azmi's state.

" Azmi Mas, his hands hurt a lot huh, Mas? " asked Rara in a soft voice and her wide eyes looked inside Azmi who immediately raised her head and her gaze was fixed on Rara who was worried about her situation.

" No papa, Deck. At least I'm afraid it hurts, "Azmi.

Rara just fell silent and lowered her head with a face that was still moody because of worry and fear that the why-not-why Masnya was still on her mind.

" Dek Rara do not have to worry, Mas Azmi is okay," said Ummi Azmi while stroking Rara's head and tidying her little daughter's hair lovingly.

" Yes, Deck. Mas no papa, dong's smile, her beautiful aura is gone, "Azmi tries to make her sister smile even though her hands still feel a little pain.

Azmi's two hands that were still blue continued to be held by Ummi Azmi by slowly compressing her son's hands with cold water.

" It's really not papa, Ummi. Azmi's not broken, is she his hand?" ask Rara.

Hearing Rara's question like that of course makes Azmi and Umminya a little surprised they look at each other until Ummi smiles and speaks to Rara's words.

" Don't love, Mase's hand Insha Allah is fine. This may be because the bruise has not healed so there is still pain, " explains Ummi.

Rara nodded in understanding of Umminya's words.

" Assalamualaikum, " said Naufal and Abah who knocked on the door of Azmi's room and opened it and entered to see the state of her eldest son.

" Wa'alaikumussalam," answered everyone.

" How is Mas Azmi? Still hurts his hand? " ask Naufal.

" Wes is quieter, than he was, "Azmi.

" This is a cure for pain loss, taken to heal quickly," Abah.

" Abah, is that really the cure? Later Azmi is wrong medicine, "Ummi.

" No Ummi, this is the right medicine. Make a point of saying the pain of falling or bumping into something that causes bruising." replied Abah.

" Call Ummi look, "Ummi.

Ummi read the instructions of the pill-shaped drug pack carefully and correctly the function of the drug to relieve pain for the injured person.

" Where did Abah get this? " ask Ummi.

Instantly Abah and Naufal's faces fell silent and Naufal's expression was also much different he immediately lowered his head.

" It had Naufal Ummi, " answered Naufal with his head bowed.

" Have a Naufal? Naufal ever fell, son? " ask Ummi.

The faces of Azmi, Rara, Abah and Ummi are now focused on Naufal.

" Naufal is sorry, Ummi. Actually Naufal had fought at school. But it was not Naufal's fault, I just wanted to defend him because he was ugly Naufal." answered Naufal honestly with a soft voice and trembling his eyes also did not dare to look at anyone.

" Astagfirullah, Naufal. Why didn't you ever say the same to Ummi? Is this the medicine you bought yourself? Or how? If you take the wrong medication, it could be dangerous, son." Ummie.

" No, Ummi. So, Naufal got into a fight after school. Naufal's right cheek ached and there was his friend Naufal's mother approaching and Naufal's state. Aunt Ummi is very good, she will not Naufal to the hospital and pay for Naufal's medicine." replied Naufal.

" Yes Ummi, Naufal told Abah. Do not be angry with him, the most important thing is Naufal to be honest," Abah.

Hearing Naufal's explanation, Ummi remembered where Naufal had come home from school late and made himself worried.

When he reached home, Naufal had lowered his head and hid his bruises.

When Ummi asked why, Naufal said he just fell. Ummi just nodded without asking any more and immediately asked Naufal to take a shower and then have lunch.

" Yes, Ummi remembers now. But still Naufal. Fighting, committing violence is not true at all, son. We don't know what bad things will happen when we fight. Naudzubillah, if anything bad happens to you. Continue how? Who's to blame?" ask Ummi.

" Naufal himself Ummi, " answered Naufal at a glance looking at Umminya and again lowered his head.

" Ummi you're right too, if it's just a matter of plumbing, it's not to take heart, son. Have to be patient and just think of it as a whip so you can be better, remember, son. People like that are just people who envy you and they just want to make you weak. " Abahs.

" Neither, Abah, Ummi. Naufal apologized, "Naufal.

Ummi and Abah smiled and nodded they forgave Naufal who dared to be honest and willing to admit his mistake.

Azmi who heard all of that with great focus remembered her who was also fighting with the bad guys. Was Azmi wrong too? But Azmi only helped Zakir, thought Azmi who turned her face away while thinking about all that.

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