We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 222 Warm Hugs Ummi

This sunny morning, according to Mufti's promise to his friends he was neat with his appearance so cool to go to meet his friends who he had contacted before.

As he passed by his brother's room, the Mufti remembered his promise to Hafsah. Quietly, the Mufti stood before the door of Ustadz Mustafa's room, peering out of the slightly open door.

Ustadz Mustafa looks ready with a black peci attached to his head like he was about to leave.

The eyes of Ustadz Mustafa suddenly turned to the Mufti, which was clearly visible in the mirror reflection before Ustadz Mustafa. Meanwhile, the Mufti did not realize that his brother already knew of his whereabouts he seemed nervous to speak to Ustadz Mustafa.

" Go in, Muf. Do not need to sit there. "said Ustadz Mustafa who made the Mufti shocked made.

The shocked Mufti looked increasingly awkward he turned his body and even grinned to Ustadz Mustafa.

The mufti scratched his neck gently with his head bowed.

" Come, here. Same time Brother himself is nervous rich. What's up?" tanya Ustadz Mustafa stood up and stepped closer to the Mufti.

" huh? No, who's nervous? No, no, ordinary." said Mufti at a glance his eyes looked at Ustadz Mustafa and turned back his face.

Ustadz Mustafa smiled at the Mufti's behavior and nodded and confirmed the Mufti's words.

" yes, yes. Then why are you standing there? Anybody want to talk?" ask Ustadz Mustafa.

Previously Mufti was silent before answering until he began to step closer to stand right in front of Ustadz Mustafa.

" Actually, I.. L'm... I'm telling you, I miss the Syubband boys. Brother must be missing too, right?" asked the Mufti in such a slow tone at the end of his sentence.

" Yes, anyway. They're going back to the cottage in a minute. Indeed why? Tumben you nanyain them? " question back Ustadz Mustafa with a surprised face looked at his sister.

" Yes, no papa. I can't if I miss them. They are, my friends are too." The mufti.

Ustadz Mustafa smiled again when he heard his sister's words even he laughed a little covering his mouth by turning his face.

" Why, Brother? I even laughed. Something's funny, huh? " Muftis.

" No, just tumben you are being rich gini. Then you want them to do what? Want them to come here, is that it? " Ustadz Mustafa's.

" Nah, yes, Brother. They just show up here. Or the dipesantrennya aja so festive and pesantrennya increasingly known by the community. I'm sure it will be a lot of people, please, brother. I've never been rich with Big Brother before, I really want to meet them, can be exciting before they learn again at school." The mufti he spoke with very earnest shows that he really wanted to meet with members of the Syrian government.

Seeing that, Ustadz Mustafa became silent looking in the eyes of the Mufti who was also staring at him waiting for an answer from his brother.

Ustadz Mustafa nodded and looked back at the Mufti

" Okay, I'll talk to you later, Kyai. Hopefully they can perform here. But, indeed Azmi, Aban and Ahkam have said that they have a good idea for a new work with the help of Brother, Hamdi and Shafiq of course. We talked about that too, actually. God willing, the members of the Syubban will also come before they return to the pesantren." Ustadz Mustafa's.

" Nah, yes, right. Then I wait for their presence. I'm really asking for help with Brother, "Mufti.

" Yes, yeah." Ustadz Mustafa nodded.

" Thank God, thank you very good brother. Then I'll go first, brother. I've been waiting for, here. " Mufti he kissed his brother's hand just like that which made Ustadz Mustafa smile.

" Who's waiting?" ask Ustadz Mustafa.

" Ordinary, who else if not my friends, brother? Yes, go first. Assalamualaikum, "Mufti he looks happy to immediately step excitedly.

" Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi. Strange, the Mufti attitude tumben rich is the same people. Their feelings are not too close either. But, yes." muttered Ustadz Mustafa who was confused by the Mufti's attitude but finally could understand and accept it while shaking his head and laughing small considering the attitude of his brother.

Without lingering Ustadz Mustafa immediately prepared to go to meet Kyai. In Ustadz Mustafa he also misses all his students.

***

Azmi sat on her desk chair while focusing on her screen looking at her phone somehow what Azmi saw in her phone but it was clear her face was so serious and suddenly also looked sad.

Seeing his youtube channel and other social media his and also members of Syubban where there are comments that are too excessive praise him.

Not only that, Azmi also saw a video where her fans cried when she arrived with other members of the Syrian Arab Republic.

" Astagfirullah, people really get rich because of his behavior." muttered Azmi while continuing to focus on staring at the phone screen.

Ummi Azmi who did not see the presence of Azmi from earlier was certainly very worried. Azmi also has not come down from her room for breakfast.

" Azmi Daritadi hasn't come down for breakfast yet? " ask Ummi to Naufal and Rara who sit with him while eating his breakfast.

" Not seen yet, Ummi. After the dawn prayer, Mas Azmi kept silent in the room, " replied Naufal.

" Why Azmi, huh? Later his hand hurts again, " continued Rara.

" You guys eat breakfast, yeah, kid. Ummi wanted to go to Mas Azmi's room, "Ummi he had to gently stroke the heads of his two children alternately.

Naufal and Rara nodded simultaneously.

" Yes, Ummi." answered Naufal and Rara.

Ummi smiled and moved up to step foot into Azmi's room.

" Openalty, Azmi. Ummi can come in, son." said Ummi while knocking on Azmi's room door.

Azmi who heard Umminya's voice immediately put down her phone, got up from her chair and immediately opened the door for Umminya.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, Ummi." Azmi replied.

Seeing his son, Ummi Azmi immediately smiled and stroked Azmi's left arm.

" How do you keep quiet in the room? Let's have breakfast, "Ummi.

" But Azmi is not hungry yet, Ummi. Later, if you are hungry Azmi will eat." replied Azmi.

" why? Is your hand still hurting? " ask Ummi.

" No, Ummi. No papa, just have breakfast later." Azchem.

" Well, if so, Ummi can talk to you for a minute? " Ummie.

" Ummi, just want to talk to his son using permission. May Ummi, come, come in, Ummi. "take Azmi .

Ummi Azmi smiled again and nodded as she followed Azmi's steps into her room.

Ummi and Azmi sat on the exorcism, Azmi lowered her head because she was still thinking about the problem earlier yet she was also still thinking about Zakir.

" Azmi, "call Ummi who sees his son's face is not as usual.

" Yes, Ummi. What do you want to talk to Azmi? " question Azmi immediately looked towards Umminya.

" Ummi is so happy that you are admired by so many people, son. Especially because of sholawat. But, Ummi asks that you still behave like a santri, yes, son. Don't let you be arrogant and high-hearted." Ummie.

Azmi nodded once.

" Yes, Ummi. That's for sure, Azmi will not forget Azmi's title as a santri." Azchem.

" Good, Ummi also knows that you must be very sad about people who blaspheme you and do not like you. Remember, Son. Problems like that you should not take heart, Ummi know you must be very sick, but continue to ask for the same strength of God. Ummi is sure you're strong, son." Ummie.

" Yes, Ummi. Insha Allah, with the help of Allah Azmi can be like this and with the help of His-jugalah, Azmi is strong against all. Ummi always doain Azmi, yes." Azchem.

" Make, Son. Ummi always doain the children of Ummi. Here, hug Ummi." Ummi he could not help his sadness and his should immediately hug his son tightly.

Azmi who really loves Umminya gives a warm embrace full of affection.

" Ummi is proud of the same, Azmi. So the child who is sholeh always, son." said Ummi Azmi after kissing his son's head.

" Yes, Ummi." Azmi replied in her arms.

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