We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 235 Tonight

Hafsah continued to look for the Mufti among the many people there, it turns out that the Mufti was seen sitting pensively on one side precisely in front of the santri room where that place was the quietest of the many people who passed by or gathered.

Slowly Hafsah's footsteps approached the Mufti and stood right beside the Mufti who was sad to daydream all of them not to mention the Mufti's precious books that had not been found.

" Mufti, why are you, anyway? Any problem? The same story I must have heard, " said Hafsah.

The mufti did not immediately answer he straightened his body, sighed, turned to Hafsah who was silent still standing looking at him.

" Lo won't understand what I'm feeling, my brother doesn't care about me. Especially, "Mufti.

Hafsah shook his head before he answered all the Mufti's utterances which were completely untrue.

" You're wrong, Muf. Your brother loves you and me very much.. " Hafsah at once he stopped his speech and Hafsah almost wanted to say that Hafsah actually cared and loved him very much.

" I?.... Whahuh? " Muftis.

" huh? Eee.. No, i... Emmm, gini every big brother must care and love his brother Muf, as well as your brother. I also saw that Brother Mustafa is very dear to you." Hafsa.

Hearing Hafsah's words made the Mufti stand up and approach Hafsah. The nervous Hafsah slowly retreated to keep its distance from the Mufti.

" You know what you know about my life and my story? You're nobody to me, Haf. Don't know, and you're so smart about my life." Mufti he said very deeply to make Hafsah sad about his words that are so painful for Hafsah who has tried to make him rise and spirit.

Mufti turned his face away, glanced at Hafsah at a glance and left Hafsah just like that.

Hafsah's body was stiff, he could not say anything more after hearing all the Mufti's loud sayings to him.

" You're wrong, Muf. I care that even I love you. I don't want to see you sad rich gini keep. I know your story, Muf. And, I'm trying to make you strong with everything because I've made a surprise for you. No papa Hafsah, the Mufti is rich because he is sad. Do not cry" said Hafsah in his heart he was so sad that he shed tears.

Hafsah's soft heart could not accept all the Mufti's words, but Hafsah tried to remain firm.

But the Mufti was also conscious and regretful of his words in the middle of his footsteps he stopped and slowly turned his head towards Hafsah who was still in the same position and turned his back to him.

" My words earlier, is it too outrageous, same Hafsah?" mufti's murmur turned his face away from Hafsah.

When he wanted to apologize and turn his body, suddenly Hafsah was standing before him making the Mufti very surprised when he saw the face of Hafsah.

" Uh! I'm afraid of it, Haf." The mufti.

Hafsah fell silent and wiped his tears while turning his face away.

" Hafsah, are you crying?" asked the Mufti who saw the wet cheeks of Hafsah was exactly crying out.

Hafsah shook his head several times.

" I'm sorry that I made you uncomfortable, Muf." said Hafsah and he left just like the Mufti had done to him.

The Mufti kept a quiet look at everything that had just been said from the mouth of Hafsah and it was then that the Mufti felt guilty about what he had said.

" Oh, Mufti. Lo why the hell, should talk rich that was the same Hafsah? Lo love, is it the same?! I should be able to hold my ego and emotions in front of girls as soft and smooth as Hafsah. No Hafsah, lo it makes me always comfortable when I'm near you." The mufti.

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Everything is ready, pilgrims began to arrive to the pesantren to watch the appearance of the Shubban there are also other performances that will be brought by some santri there such as, preaching speeches and tartil reading the Qur'an.

With a dark blue uniform and white stripes on the chest, and elbows, syubbanul Muslimin team looks very cool and handsome, especially Azmi who at that time became the center of attention of the women pilgrims who were so fascinated by the good looks and charm of Azmi.

They kept shouting Azmi's name from the entrance gate so hysterically and got louder as Azmi laughed and was talking to her seniors.

The pilgrims can be disciplined when listening and watching the series of events displayed by some of the casually talented.

" Thank God, some events have gone smoothly and this time it's time we all here to watch the performance of the Muslim Syubbanul team." Ustadz Mustafa's.

" Thank God, barakallah. On this evening, we will all be presented by the performance of the Muslim Syubbanul with their latest work entitled "Satri Not Artis". Well, this must be what all of you are waiting for. " Ustadzah Lily's.

" Not only that, before they bring their latest work. There are messages from vocalists who have a lot of netizens and fans. Who else if not Muhammad Ulul Azmi Askandar. To Azmi, welcome to come forward." Ustadz Mustafa's.

" Youuuuuuu!!!!"

" Azmiiii!!!!!! "

" Yahooawww!!!! "

The cheers sounded very clear and made Azmi a little nervous.

" Azmi, spirit, Mi! " ahkams.

" Our hero rec, "Ali.

" Forward, Mi." Abans.

Azmi chuckled and nodded to all her friends who had cheered her up.

Slowly Azmi stepped forward while confirming the break as she reached the stage. The more gerogi he felt when he saw so many people.

All eyes were on him who was already on stage and right in front of the long microphone that had been prepared for him.

Azmi tried hard not to be nervous, he looked at his friends, Ustadz Mustafa and Ustadzah Lily who were under the stage and Kyai who was with Hamdi and Syafiq in a special place. Seeing Kyai smiling while nodding, Azmi lowered her head and started reaching for her right hand to hold the microphone.

" Bismilbahahamnirahhim, assalamualaikum warahmallahi wabarakatuh, " said Azmi with a very firm tone and passion to make the women worshipers unceasingly cry hysterically cheering Azmi.

" I, as a Muslim-syubbanul vocalist, was brought by our Kyai, Kyai Hafidz. Will explain the reason and purpose of the creation of this new work entitled "Satri Not Artist."

Me and my friends are very happy if you all love sholawat and very excited to go to a sholawat echo event like this. But, my friends and I do not want if you guys are wrong when it comes to sholawat events.

Innamal A'malu Binniyat, all charities are judged by intention. It is the same if you, for example, teach and your intention is not Lillahita 'Ala, not only for Allah Ta'ala but instead to show the people around you that you can pay from them.

Obviously it was wrong, and to come to the show his intention was also wrong not because Allah Ta'ala but wanted to meet idols, wanted to meet all of us. That's not true at all. I just want to echo the sholawat, so that you love the sholawat. That's my intention with all my friends here.

We are Santri Not Artists and We will remain a Santri! Please you can appreciate it and still act as usual as we are like a group of hadroh who want to invite you to pray. "

Azmi's words that he said firmly and sharp eyes made all the pilgrims speechless they lowered their heads and realized their mistakes.

Azmi looked back at the special chair given specifically for parents of members of the Syubban and without Azmi thought her parents had sat there with her two sisters.

A proud look at Azmi and smiling to see Azmi on stage that is what is on the parents and two Azmi sisters.

It made Azmi moved to a stiff silence with a word that did not blink because she did not expect him at all he was also very happy to see his parents and sister finally able to come on this event.

" I'm happy if you like our performance. But, I don't like it if you cry and stumble until you come into contact with what isn't the mahram just for us. I am really sad and concerned. Again, We are Santri Not Artists. Wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi. " Azmir.

" Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, "answer everything.

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