We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 67's. Brother, Sister, Same.

The two ustadz brothers were silent when they saw the arrival of Ridwan.

" Assalamualaikum ustadz," Azmi kisses the hand of ustadz Ridwan followed by Aban and one of the uk-classmen who defended Azmi earlier.

" Barakallah, wa'alaikumsalam. "ustadz Ridwan, the two ukad who did not like Azmi began to stand up and come forward and kiss the hands of Ustadz Ridwan.

" Why do you laugh at Azmi?, what is it with Azmi?, you do not like or envy her?. "ask ustadz Ridwan to the two students they looked down and did not dare to look into the eyes of ustadz Ridwan.

" Afwan ustadz, from earlier they mocked Azmi, they said Azmi would be shy of our pesantren." said the ustadz class brother who defended Azmi.

" Astagfirullah, why?, Dimas ," ustadz Ridwan told the ukclassman who stared at Azmi cynically he was Dimas.

" Yeah, I don't like it if he's the vice president of this boarding school, he's handsome, smartass, pushy and one more he just wins handsome,he has no achievements. " Dimas stared at Azmi with a frightening look and Azmi could only be silent looking at Dimas.

" Enough Dimas, who taught you to talk like that?, if ustadz heard you talk like that again ustadz will not be silent, you can not demonize Azmi, it is not good, " ustadz Ridwan explained to Dimas firmly.

Dimas only fell silent and his gaze was still focused on Azmi who was in front of him.

" Everyone, let's practice, " said the new ustadz Abdullah and prepared everything.

" Come, "take ustadz Ridwan to everyone.

They all walked towards ustadz Abdullah while Azmi and Dimas were still looking at each other.

" Look at me, you can't win." Dimas.

Azmi tries to hold back her emotions by sighing and smiling at Dimas, but Dimas instead nudges hard on Azmi's shoulder until Azmi is pushed. Dimas continued walking towards ustadz Ridwan with one of his friends. Aban who was still there immediately approached Azmi.

" Azmi, don't you papa?. " asked Aban to approach Azmi.

" Yes Ban, no papa, why?, the two brothers hate me , not her brother mas Dimas or Zakir his sister, they are always ugly. " Azmir.

" You don't have to think of them Mi, there are still many who like you, "Aban try to calm Azmi.

" Azmi, Aban, let's practice. "ustadz Ridwan.

" Good ustadz. " Azmir.

" Come Ban, "Azmi invites Aban to go to the students who have gathered for training.Aban nods, they step together to approach everything.

" Assalamualaikum warahmataulli wabarkatuh." ustadz Abdullah.

" Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh." everyone answered.

"Alright, you who are here are the santri who are selected to participate in the competition at Al-Hidayah boarding school in Surabaya, there are 7 santri who will leave, I will miss ya, I will miss, for the Arabic Poetry competition there is Ahmad Farist from class 3, there?. "ustadz Abdullah.

" Anna, there was ustadz. "santri said by the name of Farist as she held her hand, she was a very good ukad to Azmi.

" Well, next for the Tartil race there is Nurus Sya' tyre from class 1,Aban?." ustadz Abdullah.

" Austadz is present, " said Aban, raising his hand.

" Yes Aban, then there is the Calligraphy competition represented by Dimas Satria, Dimas, where?." ustadz Abdullah.

" I ustadz. " Dimas very cuefully raised his hand and glanced at Azmi.

" Okay, there's Zakir's brother, really Dimas?." ustadz Abdullah.

" Of right ustadz, I'm his cousin. " Dimase.

" Masha Allah, well, then there is the da'wah competition which will be represented by Muhammad Ulul Azmi Askandar Al-Abshor, Azmi," ustadz Abdullah.

" Coming ustadz. " Azmi very excitedly turned to Dimas who also turned to him, seeing Azmi's smile made Dimas even more upset and turned his face away.

" God willing, the spirit of Azmi, this is a very important race and this is the most seen by everyone later, but all the race is good ,I ask everyone to be excited and Azmi kept this spirit yes, "ustadz Abdullah.

" Good Azmi, I love your spirit, will be read by ustadz Ridwan ." ustadz Abdullah.

Ustadz Ridwan began reading the names of the 3 students who will follow the tajwid race, recite the verse and read the book.After all in their absence they all prepare for the exercise.

During training Azmi began to seriously listen to ustadz Ridwan who explained to Azmi. As the time continues to go, the Ashar Adhan is heard from another mosque that is not far from the pesantren and all students have completed their training.

" Who wants adhan?." ustadz Abdullah.

" I ustadz. " Azmi raised her hand without thinking about anything, Azmi immediately stood up and took the microphone attached to the buffer commonly used for the adhan.

" God willing, Tumben Mi, "ustadz Abdullah.

" Heee, yes ustadz. "Azmi replied in embarrassment with a smile.

" Masha Allah aki.." said Farist to Azmi while laughing looking at Azmi.

" Masha Allah." said the others following the Farist while Dimas was silent and annoyed to look at Azmi.

" It's been, it's been, come on Mi, adzan. "ustadz Ridwan.

" Good ustadz. " replied Azmi, before Azmi began the adhan she read the bismillah first and began Azmi let out a loud and mellow voice .

All answered the Adhan, the other santri immediately stepped up to take the water of ablution.

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Azmi very seriously read the text of da'wah given by ustadz Ridwan to be brought to the race later. With a very appreciative make Azmi's expression to be funny not only that Azmi also stood up and considered Ahkam, Aban and Muhklis as judges. Azmi displays a very good da'wah and Ahkam also corrects Azmi and gives the right if Azmi is wrong until Azmi can complete her da'wah .

Ahkam, Aban and Muhklis applauded them when Azmi had finished his mission.

" Steady Mi, good. " Aban gave both thumbs.

" Sukron mas Aban, "Azmi smiled and sat down beside Aban.

" Good Mi, just you are not right when the submission of the same postulate was wrong little, later learn again. " ahkams.

" Anything, "Azmi.

" Azmi, it's like a true preacher. " Muhklis.

" Aamiin, I wish I could preach. " Azmir.

Dimas who stopped and secretly listened to Azmi da'wah began to think of something to make Azmi fail when the race later.

Dimas began to step because of the nightun ,Dimas hit Zakir who was in a hurry, they fell simultaneously and sat on the floor not far from Azmi's room.

" Astagfirullah, mas Dimas, what the hell?. " Zakir.

" Ohhh, you're Kir, what's the rush?. " Dimas justifies the sprint and stands .

" Do you know?." Zakirs.

" What's ?." Dimas.

" I heard that Ustadz Ridwan, I,ustadz Abdullah and all of the ustadz were praise Azmi and he said Azmi was the most exemplary child for MTS children.From the first Dimas mas who was always praised and could be an exemplary santri level MTS. Are you jealous of Azmi?. " Zakir with his cunning he heated Dimas.

" Basic Azmi, see what I'll do with that little girl ." Dimas with an annoyed face and turned his head back towards Zakir at the end of his speech.

Zakir smiled cunningly at Dimas who was getting annoyed.

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