We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 53's. Rained out.

School breaks arrived, Azmi and her two friends were busy sitting together in the cafeteria after finishing their meal.Azmi daydreamed like thinking of something, Aban and Rifki were confused looking at Azmi.

" Mi, what the hell was it?, your food ran out first, "Aban.

" No tires, I'm not lust anymore. " Azmir.

" Why are you Mi?, sick?. " Riffis.

" No Ki, I'm not papa. " Azmir.

" Exhaust your food first, let's not be hungry later Mi, "Aban.

" Yes." said Azmi back scooping her food and started eating slowly.

Aban and Rifki smile at Azmi who wants to continue eating.

" Azmi.." shouted Zakir who made Azmi startled and coughed.

" This is Mi, drink. " said Aban giving Azmi a drink.

Zakir and his two friends approached Azmi.

" You guys can, don't yell that way, look Azmi's got a cough. " Riffy is upset.

" Cuman yelled so doang, time can cough. " Helmet.

" I know, Azmi must be daydreaming again when Zakir called her to be shocked, really not. " Silhain.

" Know you're Hin, I'm not daydreaming." Azchem.

" Ah, I've come to meet you Azmi. " Zakir.

"Ngapain?. " Zakir.

"I want to give this to you. " Zakir gave me a bottle of water.

" What?, what made Azmi. " Rifki don't accept.

As Azmi recalled when Zakir gave her and Aban a drink, Azmi turned to Aban who also looked at her and looked back at Zakir.

" I'm sorry Kir, I've had a drink, mending you a drink. " Azmir.

" If that's for me, where is Kir. " Riffis.

" Eh, don't let me just give Azmi, it's Mi. " Zakir.

" You make a curse, I don't want Zakir, mending you a drink. " Azmir.

" Walah do not Azmi afraid if this drink contains the drug again, yes Mi. " Sihin plainly exposed Zakir's secret.

Hearing that Zakir hit Sihin.

" You are really bodo the Hin" whispered Zakir to Sihin.

" Oooo, so it's true that Azmi sleeps it's you Kir," Aban began to get angry and stood up.

" Huh, no... " Zakir tried to dodge.

The bell in class has sounded.

" We go in Ban, "Azmi wins Aban put his hand on Aban's shoulder.

" I go first, come on. " Zakir started to get scared and invited his two friends to leave.

" Azmi, the Zakir is not inexhaustible, yes, wicked you, want me to beat him once. " Rifki who also showed his anger.

Azmi smiled looking at her two angry friends.

" Let's just, Ban, Ki, let him be satisfied, we can't hate him. " Azmir.

"But Mi, that Zakir.... " Aban's.

" Eh,ayo to class, hunt ustadz coming. " Azmi draws Aban's hand beside her, Rifki follows Azmi and Aban's steps until class.

After school, a cloudy sky indicates it will rain.

" It's dark today, yes" Aban.

" Yes, I was scared. " Riffis.

Suddenly heavy rain began to fall and flushed the students who were walking quickly Azmi and her two friends ran until they reached a shady place.

" It's cold" Azmi said as she wrapped her book in her hand and walked slowly to her room.

" Yeah Mi, Aban, I'm going to my room, yeah" Rifki.

" Yes Ki, be careful. " Aban's.

" Yes, assalamualaikum, Mi, Ban. " Rifki patted Azmi's shoulder before she went towards her room.

" Come on, "Aban.

Azmi nodded her head, they stepped slowly towards their room.

"Assalamualaikum." said Azmi and Aban simultaneously entered their room.

" Wa'alaikumsalam." Ahkam and Muhklis answered, looking at Azmi and Aban.

" The rain is falling, how do you want to go to Masjid mas?. " asked Azmi to sit in her bed.

" Suddenly it's raining, fortunately I'm the same Azmi quickly run away if we can't get wet. " Aban's.

" Yes, it's the end of the year, it's rainy season now. " Muhklis.

After a few minutes the rain began to subside even though it was still a little drizzle, the santri remained eager to wudhu and went to the Mosque to perform congregational prayers as well as Azmi,Aban ,Ahkam and Muhklis they together stepped slowly towards the mosque and tried to avoid splashing water.

......Evening Day.......... ......

The cold pesantren atmosphere makes the lazy santri to go to teach the book of small rain stubs still sounded.Azmi and Aban are still lazy and are delicately sitting on Azmi's mattress while joking.

Teng..Teng... Teng....

The sound of the bell was heard but Azmi and Aban were still busy talking and did not hear the bell.

" Azmi, Aban, let's go to the book." said Ahkam approaching Azmi and Aban.

" It's bell yes, "Aban.

" Yes, when you don't hear. " Muhklis.

" Oh yes, let's get excited, even though it still rained like this. " Azmir.

" Just drizzle, come on. " ahkams.

"Yeah,ayo Ban. " Azmir.

They began to set out by embracing the book they stepped towards Masjis.

Kyai was ready to teach a book lesson that night. The santri began to seriously listen to Kyai who was explaining.

After the lesson of Azmi and Aban came down together.

" Azmi, Aban." said Rifki stepped over to Azmi and Aban.

" What's the matter Ki?." asked Azmi.

" I heard Ali, Akmal mas sama Udin by the way, he said 2 more days Muslim Syubbanul invited at khotmilan event. " Riffis.

" You didn't hear wrong. " Aban's.

" No, I'm sure. " Riffis.

" Our time is not said, 2 more days is soon. " Azmir.

" Yes, it's true, we are training now" said Ahkam who had brought members of the Syrian army.

Instantly Azmi, Aban and Rifki turned their heads and fell silent.

"Nights gini mas, I sleepy lo." lamented Azmi.

" Come Mi, you said you had to be excited. " Akmall.

" Yes, anyways just a little practice, come on. " Word.

" Come Mi, Ban, this is Kyai's order. " Muhklis.

" Yes, come on, "Azmi.

" Now, come on. " ahkams.

" That's what I am first, Assalamualaikum." Rifki's about to leave.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." answer everything.

The members of Syubban began to act for training even though the clock had shown at 11:45 p.m. They went up to the mosque together and started their practice.

With compact hadrahs and four vocals chanting their sholawat with their beautiful but sudden voices....

"Geez-neck." Azmi coughed while covering her mouth.

"Mas, my voice did not want to come out, " said Azmi with a small voice while continuing to cough.

" It's only been half an hour. " ali.

" Yes, we can't help Azmi coughing, "Akmal.

" If so training tomorrow just finished sublime, how?."The Word.

" Yes, I agree. " Muhklis.

" Now we rest, it's getting more and more tonight. " ahkams.

" Mum, but I'm confused, why are we suddenly invited?." Abans.

" Yes, that mustafa ustadz came here, said ustadz, worshipers yesterday like our appearance and many tuh who videoin us, he said,so many people are speaking up to khotmilan events that also need a hadroh team. "obviously Ahkam.

" But the khotmilan is a small child or.. " Azmir.

" Little child is Azmi, the daughter's childhood santri." Akmals.

" Yes, who knows. " Azmi smiled.

All members of Syubban laugh, that night seemed to be pesantren only belonged to members of the Shuban who had not slept in the sepinya pesantren atmosphere where the santri had slept.

Seriate......