We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 43's. Sleepy.

Today the race will be held.Schools are closed, seniors are busy preparing for the race and some of them are chosen to be the committee. Exactly at 08.00 am after all the santri performing the Duha Azmi prayer prepared himself for the race. Azmi tidied her peck in the mirror while checking her voice.

"Azmi, your voice is good" said Aban who had looked at Azmi.

Azmi turned her head towards Aban while smiling.

"Yes Ban, thank you, I'm afraid my voice will disappear. " Azmir.

"Udah Mi, you are too much thought, I'm sure later everyone will be fascinated to hear your voice. " Aban's.

"Can you be Ban, "Azmi.

While Zakir had prepared his plan, he bought Azmi and Aban a drink.Zakir also put the medicine into one of the bottles he wanted to give to Azmi.

"Kir, you sure want to give that to Azmi."Sihin's.

"Sihin, you are calm Azmi will not be okay, she will fall asleep when the race starts." said Zakir while smiling cunningly.

"Yes Hin, why are you also worried about Azmi." Helmets.

"Hushhh, you guys don't make a fuss, let's start the plan. " Zakir.

"Come on Kir, " Helmi.

Zakir and his two friends began to step towards Azmi and Aban's room.

"Assalamualaikum." said Zakir followed by Helmi and Sihin.

"Wa'alaikumsalam. "Azmi and Aban answered with a compact they turned towards Zakir and his two friends.

"Wishhh very handsome you Mi, wear all turban. " Zakir stepped closer to Azmi.

"Thank you Kir, "Azmi gave her a smile.

"Aban is also handsome, wear his coco shirt, really cool Ban. " Zakir turned towards Aban. Aban just smiled and nodded his head.

"Zakir, what are you doing here?" asked Azmi.

"Oh yes, Mi, let's not be thirsty later, I give you a drink, let's drink. " Zakir gave a drink in the form of tea that he bought bagin.

Without thinking anything Azmi took the drink.

"You're telling me, make Aban?. " Azmir.

"Just calm Mi, nih Ban, I bring you too, hopefully win yes, " Zakir.

"Still Kir, good tumben. " Aban received the drink.

"For the participants in the hope to soon gather on the pesantren page. "the voice of Ahkam is heard.

"Yes, we first Mi, Aban, drink first dong. " Zakir.

"Yes Kir, I must be drinking, I'm thirsty too. " Azmi, she unscrewed the bottle and drank it, Zakir who was still there was happy and gave a sneaky smile.

"Yes, Ban, let's get together. " Azmir.

"Iya Mi, "Aban who was seen also drank a drink given by Zakir.

"Come on, let's go together. "Helma.

"Yes, come on Mi, Ban," Zakir.

"Come on. " Azmir.

They walked together towards the race venue. Seen there were many students gathered. When Azmi and the others arrived, they immediately marched. The ustadz are already there to be judges. Kyai had also come and sat down with the ustadz.

"Sorry Kyai, can we start the show. "ustadz Abdullah.

"Sure Abdullah, please. " Kyeah.

"Good santri please calm down" said ustadz Abdullah using a microphone.

Simultaneously all the santri fell silent and looked at ustadz.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh "Ustadz Abdullah.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh"." said all santri with compact and very spirit.

"Alhamdulillah, we can carry out this race, thanks to all the students who participated in this race, ustadz ask you to be honest and sporty during the race because losing the win is common in the race. " ustadz Abdullah's.

"Good ustadz." all santri.

"Kyai, please." ustadz Abdullah told Kyai without using his microphone.

"good. " Kyai, ustadz Abdullah gave his microphone to Kyai very politely.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. "answer all santri with a compact.

"In order to commemorate the birthday of the Prophet Muhammad, I with the ustadz held a race where you can all show your talents, I want to see the ability of all of you, he said,I hope in this race no one behaves fraudulently, well I will not say much, we will immediately start the race, wassalammualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Kyai.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

"Abdullah, please, go ahead. " Kyeah.

" Good Kyai. "ustadz Abdullah.

"All santri please write your name in an orderly manner yes, for the contest Adzan write the same name Ahkam, for the tartil race write the same name Sofyan, Sofyan, for the calligraphy competition write the same name Muhklis and for the speech competition write the same name Fauzi, remember the orderly and do not encourage each other. "ustadz Abdullah.

"Good ustadz," all santri. In accordance with the instructions of the santri in an orderly manner go to the committee according to their race.

"Mi, let's split up, "Aban.

"Yes already Ban, sana gih, Ban spirit, "Azmi.

"Yes, you are also the spirit, I went to Sofyan mas first. " Aban's.

"Okay Tyre, "Azmi.

Aban left Azmi.Azmi began to feel the effects of sleepiness and he yawned several times.

"I'm really sleepy, Azmi you have to be excited. " Azmi widened her eyes and went over to Ahkam.

"Mas Ahkam, my number is. " Azmir.

"Oh yes Mi, write your name here. " ahkams.

" Yes mas. " Azmi, she began to write her name even though her eyes seemed to give off water.

"Azmi, what's wrong with you?" asked Ahkam.

"No papa, this is mas. " Azmi gave her absence number.

Ahkam accepted and checked back.

"OK, here's your number, put it on Mi's shirt, " Ahkam.

"Yes, thank you, sir." Azmi, he stepped slowly.

Because of the severe drowsiness Azmi hit a santri who was marching.

"Azmi, why are you?. "santri's words.

"I'm sorry, I didn't accidentally. " Azmir.

"Yes Mi, slow down. "that santri.

Azmi nodded and resumed her steps. Zakir who was marching saw Azmi while smiling cunningly.

The race of the Adhan began immediately, the participants sat on their benches each waiting for a call from ustadz.

Azmi sat next to Akmal who also participated in the adzan competition.

"Azmi, you're in the Adzan race too. " Akmall.

"Yes mas Akmal "Azmi replied withstanding his sleepiness.

"Azmi, your eyes are red, you sleepy Mi, " Akmal.

"Well?, no mas, I'm not sleepy." Azchem.

One by one the participants of the adzan race have shown their voices.Call for Azmi is still quite long, Azmi gets number 30.

"I'm really sleepy" Azmi said, rubbing her face.Azmi stood up and chose to leave for a while.

"Azmi, where are you going?. "ask Akmal.

"Bent on mas, "Azmi.

"Replace Mi, " Akmal.

"Yes mas. " Azmir.

Azmi asked permission to ustadz Abdullah, after being given permission Azmi continued his steps.Azmi endured his drowsiness and continued to rub his face until he was in front of his room.

"Well, I'm in the room" Azmi said, opening the door to the room.Azmi sat on her bed while continuing to widen her eyes. But his drowsiness grew heavier and made Azmi fall asleep sitting on the side of her bed.

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