We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 226 Don't Doubt

Zakir is engrossed in playing hape on his soft sofa, namely with the position of the body that is lying down and the head that is at the end of the sofa.

Dimas who just came with his clothes are very neat and white peci with his pesantren logo directly approached Zakir who was only there himself.

" Assalamualaikum, " said Dimas while sitting on the other sofa right in front of Zakir.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, " replied Zakir briefly with a position that is still the same as his leisure he still set his eyes on the phone.

Dimas could only behave to remain patient to see the attitude of his cousin's sister who was so indifferent.

" Om same Aunt where? " ask Dimas.

"I don't know, I said to go out for a second, " replied Zakir.

" Oh, "Dimas nodded slowly a few times.

Dimas took off the pecans and he took the water that was available there Dimas immediately drank it until it ran out.

" Oh, lose, it will be. Arghh, what a sprain I am!" Zakir he looks annoyed at finally stop playing mobile phones while messing with his hair because he lost the game he played

When Zakir wanted to take the water he looked surprised when he saw the water he provided ran out.

" Well, this is over. Brother, why was my drinking water drained, anyway?" Zakir he who was already upset was even more upset because of the work of Dimas. While confirming his sitting position he looked at Dimas full of annoyance.

" Have you that? I'm sorry, Kir I don't know, I think it's here." Dimas replied.

" Task first if you want to drink." Zakirs.

" Sorry, sorry. Just take it again what's hard, anyway? " Dimase.

Zakir only fell silent he looked so annoyed by the glint of his sharp eyes to Dimas he immediately took a glass from Dimas and went to the kitchen to drink.

Dimas instead chuckled as his head shook at Zakir who was very upset.

Not long after that Zakir returned and saw Dimas who was still relaxing turning on the television.

" It's really relaxing, yeah." Zakirs.

Dimas turned his head and woke up when he saw Zakir who had returned.

" Eh, Kir. Where's Azmi's turban? You haven't returned to him?" Dimas.

" There's still no fight against me" replied Zakir.

" Astagfirullah, Kir. You're so relaxed, anyway. Azmi must have nyariin again sorbannya. Poor him, " Dimas.

" Here you go, relax. Tomorrow I go back to her rich shit where she's going tomorrow. Azmi's still here times, brother. " Zakir.

" Huft, yes, it's up to you. The important thing is that tomorrow you're right to go back to him. Don't delay anymore." Dimas.

" Yes, yeah, yeah. Selow, Brother. Azmi's still here, she's not going anywhere, all that way." Zakirs.

" It doesn't matter, you don't feel sorry for him. He must have found the turban. Oh, yes one more you ever tell me if you want to apologize to Azmi, how is that? When do you want to apologize?" ask Dimas.

Zakir suddenly fell silent his eyeballs were spinning as if he was agitated at the thought of something.

Zakir turned to Dimas with a sharp look at Dimas who was also looking at him to wait for his answer.

" Eeee, actually I want to apologize to Azmi. After what I did to him and his reply that was even so good to me, brother. I don't know why my heart is still heavy. Why, huh? " Zakir.

" Now, here, here. Kir, do not ever hesitate to apologize for admitting your mistake remember this hadith, mentioned, said, that the person who first apologized before Allah SWT higher and more loved by Allah SWT than the one who was apologized . Do not ask only when we are guilty. You understand? Moreover, you have been much wrong with Azmi, it is a demon that whispered you and make your heart heavy to apologize. That opponent, Kir. "is clearly Dimas.

Zakir who was focused on listening nodded slowly and smiled with a radiant face to his brother.

" Yes, Brother. Now I understand. Then tomorrow I'll go to Azmi's house, okay." Zakirs.

" Ebu you know Azmi's house, if I do, okay aja want your anter." Dimas.

" It's easy, just someone here. Who doesn't know Azmi's house, she's famous." Zakirs.

Dimas nodded.

" By the way, I'm really smart to talk rich so use the hadith all over again, already rich Ustadz aja. Steady, don't expect me." Zakirs.

" Ordinary, Kir. So if there's a hadith lesson you don't sleep." Dimas.

Zakir just kept silent turning his face unable to reply to his cousin's words while Dimas only smiled slightly while shaking his head slowly.

***

Tonight was so cold for the Mufti who had just argued with his best friend.

In his room that is so neat with various Band posters that add to the cool atmosphere of his room, Mufti sat in his bed while daydreaming.

Mufti recalled the events where he had quarreled with Doni not once since, Mufti chose to end his rivalry with Azmi with the members of Syubban since then, Doni was selfish and did not accept it all.

" I am confused by Doni's attitude, indeed he is stubborn, difficult to manage and always think about his own interests. But Doni can't keep acting like this. I'm the same as others already can consider the Syubban team a friend. Although not all of my friends are rich. But, at least they have been able to eradicate the same hatred of the children of Syubban. The Syubband children are kind, they are patient, strong and never consider me to be my friend's enemy" said Mufti who was in his room alone.

The Mufti was confused that he did not want to continue like this, the Mufti also remembered all his mistakes on the members of the Shubban who were even reluctant to retaliate against the Mufti's behavior with his friends who had been very outrageous.

Mufti also remembered Akmal who he had been angry with, jahili even until he was beaten up until the time when Mufti felt so guilty to Akmal that Akmal was now gone.

The mufti was so confused that he took a black carrying bag and what he used to carry everywhere.

The mufti looked for something in his bag.

" Where else is my book? Well, the feeling I put here. Where, anyway? " said Mufti who was tired of looking for the book to take out all the contents of his bag even he turned the book until all the goods came out.

The book was in the hands of Hafsah, just as the Mufti was in his room alone just the difference Hafsah room looks so neat and beautiful with the decoration he likes.

Hafsah was also daydreaming about sitting near a table facing an outside window that he deliberately opened a little.

Hafsah was curious about what was in the book.

" I was wondering, what, the hell is this book? Did I open it, huh? But, this, it will have Mufti aware he was angry again." murmured Hafsah while looking at the medium-sized brown book.

" Aghhh, that's it. No papa, I said to the Mufti at least there is nothing. The rich Mufti time nulis diary in the rich gini book." Hafsah he began to open the Mufti book and he looked so shocked when he saw the contents of the book.

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