We are Santri Not Artists

Episodes 35. Akmal's Mother.

Throughout the journey Akmal just silent looking at his friends who had not invited Akmal to speak. Akmal felt increasingly sad and he was not eager for the match.

On the other hand, Azmi ,Aban and Rifki were sitting in front of the Mosque after they prayed the duha.

"Hopefully Akmal can win."Azchem.

Aban and Rifki turned towards Azmi compactly. Azmi also turned her head towards Aban and the silent Rifki looked at her.

"Why look at it like that?" asked Azmi in surprise.

"We are surprised at you Mi, try deh you think.Mas Akmal was already beating you up bloody like that, your nose is bleeding and your face was bruised, continued....."Riffis.

"Udah Ki, do not remember - remember the incident. "Azmi cuts off Rifki's talk.

Aban could only shut up and sigh.Rifki also fell silent looking at Azmi and Aban alternately.

Meanwhile, Akmal's time to compete has begun. First Akmal and his three friends show their attractions. Although the three friends harbored a sense of disappointment in Akmal, but they still did their best.

Time drifted and Akmal was called to fight his enemy. Because there is only one representative who has to compete.

Akmal started to fight. No shouting sounds encouraged him. Only Ustadz Fathur encouraged him. Ustadz Fathur rebukes Ali, Firman, and Udin to encourage Akmal. They finally want to encourage Akmal even with a small voice.

In a very weak Akmal match he was constantly defeated by his enemies. Until Akmal began to despair, he also thought about his mistake and his mother who had to come to the boarding school. Akmal's mind was so full that the enemy had an enormous opportunity. One hard blow he hit the stomach Akmal has not yet fallen, the enemy Akmal again gave a hard punch in the face and chest Akmal. Akmal fell and he was in a lot of pain. Ustadz Fathur began to bow and resigned to Akmal's defeat.

Akmal's match was over, and Akmal walked towards ustadz Fathur and his three friends.

"Akmal, let's sit down, slow down. "ustadz Fathur with great care.

"Ustadz, I'm sorry, the first round I lost. "Akmal while enduring the pain.

"It's okay Akmal, winning losing is a matter of course in a race. Ustadz understands how you are now."ustadz Fathur patted Akmal on the shoulder with a smile.

"Thank you ustadz. "Akmal answered while looking down.

Ali, Firman, and Udin simply fell silent and approached Akmal.

"Ustadz, means we can go home now."The Word.

"Before a minute, we wait for the announcement."ustadz Fathur.

"Good ustadz. "Firman.

**Pesantren...

Allah Akbar.... Allah Akbar....

Adhan duhur echoed by Ahkam. All the santri immediately took ablution water and prepared to go to the mosque.

Azmi put her pecans in the mirror while wiping the water of ablution that soaked her face.Azmi also chanted sholawat with her melodious voice. Aban who was sitting on his bed smiled and immediately got up close to Azmi.

"Let's go. "Aban stood next to Azmi.

Azmi stops her sholawat and turns to Aban.

"Let's get some tires."Azchem.

Azmi and Aban walked together towards the Mosque. From a distance Zakir is seen with his mother and father. Zakir looked down because his father scolded him.

"Mi, what is it?. "ask Aban who did not see Zakir.

"That's Zakir. "pointing Azmi right at Zakir.

Aban looked at the place Azmi pointed at.

"Thankful Mi, Zakir was scolded by his father."Abans.

"Hushh, don't look at Zakir pity as well huh, scolded like that."Azchem.

"Yes too, "Aban.

The santri already filled the mosque. Qhamat has also been heard. Azmi and Aban immediately accelerated their steps towards the Mosque. Zakir who saw Azmi and Aban grew angry and stared at their steps cynically.

Prayers begin. The santri prayed fervently as did Azmi and Aban.

After the jama'ah prayer. Azmi and Aban came down from the mosque. As they walked towards the room there was a mother who was sitting alone in the place of the santri phone .

"Ban, we go there first yuk. "Azmi without pointing in that direction.

"Huh?.Where?. "ask Aban.

"Udah, come with me. "Azmi, he pulled Aban's hand to go with him.

"Assalamualaikum. "said Azmi, so did Aban who followed him.

The mother turned her head and answered Azmi's greeting. Azmi immediately kisses the mother's hand, as well as Aban who can only follow her best friend.

"Sorry, who are you waiting for?. "asked Azmi very politely.

"Mother is waiting for Akmal son, he said he had a mistake so I came here" replied the mother.

"So mother, mother Akmal, I Azmi her friend mas Akmal and this is Aban. "Azmu.

"Oh, yes, Azmi, Aban, the name is good. You guys are also very polite. "Akmal's mother smiled.

"Emmm...I'll wait for Akmal, he's still at the game."Azchem.

"Good son, thanks for telling mom. "Mother Akmal.

"sama, you want to drink or eat first. "Azmu.

"No need, thank you. "Mother Akmal.

Azmi felt very sorry for a mother who was in her presence.

"Mother did not know what Akmal was doing, as soon as she was a good child" Akmal's mother said looking at Azmi.

Azmi could only duck without answering.

The sound of a car horn rings...

Azmi, Aban and Akmal's mother stand to learn of Akmal's arrival.

Seriate........