We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 81's. Already Tau.

On the other hand, Akmal walked very limply he was still thinking about Azmi's words earlier. Immediately Akmal stopped his steps and his chest felt very sore, he decided to sit on a bench in front of his room.

Akmal felt pain while holding his left chest he also coughed and suddenly blood came out of his coughing mouth. Akmal held his mouth and saw a lot of blood in his hand he coughed again hard and tried to cover it as the blood continued to flow. Ali came out of his room and saw Akmal's extremely limp state.

" Astagfirullah, Akmal," Ali immediately approached the already very limp Akmal while leaning his head against the wall.

" Akmal, for a minute, I take some water first" Ali said with a panicked face and Akmal only replied with a nod.

" It's Mal, slow down and drink it. " Ali turned to Akmal Akmal for drinking water and took it slowly.

When Akmal finished drinking, he turned to Ali and looked at Ali with a serious look.

" Akmal, why are you?, want to drink again?. "ask Ali to Akmal who continues to look at himself with an unusual view.

" I want you to say, I'm actually sick what Li?. "asked Akmal with a trembling voice.

Hearing that, Ali could not answer and turned her face away with a terrified expression.

" Mmmm, Mal I picked up a wet tissue first yes, that's your hand there's blood" Ali said, switching the conversation and immediately going into his room to pick up a wet tissue.

Akmal looked back at his blood-stained right hand while looking down to endure the pain he was in, looking down and closing his eyes he tried to endure the pain.

Ali came out of his room and saw Akmal's extremely limp condition he immediately stepped up and sat down beside Akmal.

" Where are your hands, let me clean them." The newly arrived Ali brought wet wipes and sat down next to Akmal.

In a very limp state Akmal gave his blood-filled hand and gently and attentively Ali cleaned his best friend's hand.

" Ali, you haven't answered my question, what am I really sick?, "asked Akmal with a serious look.

" mmm... Eng... Not Mal, you're all right. " Ali stammered without daring to look at Akmal.

Akmal immediately removed his hand from Ali's grasp which was still cleaning his hand.

" Him Li, you don't have to lie anymore, I just accidentally heard everything from Azmi if I was sick, I hurt what Li?. " akmal asked with his firm voice but Ali was still afraid to answer, Akmal immediately held onto both of Ali's shoulders.

" Ali, you're my best friend, right, but why aren't you being honest?, let's say what I'm sick of?. " akmal said with a hoarse voice but tried to harden with teary eyes finally Ali wanted to look at Akmal's face which was right in front of him while looking down Akmal felt very sad his face was also very pale.

" Yes Mal, you're actually sick. " ali.

Akmal immediately turned back to look at Ali who was staring at him and trying hard.

" I am sick what Li?. "asked Akmal once more in a voice that he shrunk and was not loud like that.

" You have Pneumonia and Bronchitis" Ali said frankly.

Hearing that Akmal became very sad he again leaned his head against the wall and tears began to fall down his cheeks. Seeing Akmal who was sad and very weak Ali became heartless he did not want his friend to think too much about his disease.

" But Mal, you're calm, I'm sure that you'll be able to heal" said Ali, trying to hold back his tears as he placed his hand on Akmal's still crying hand.

Akmal turned to Ali who was trying hard and encouraged him.Akmal painted his smile to Ali.

" Mal, we're friends. " Ali returned Akmal's smile.

" Now don't be sad again, Mal, you have to be strong, okay. " Ali patted Akmal's shoulder.

Akmal just smiled and nodded his head slowly.

" Uhuk.. Uhuk... Uhuk.... " Akmal coughed again and covered his mouth with his hand as he looked back at his hand there was a slight blood patch in his hand which made Akmal again feel sick and Akmal felt even sadder. Ali who did not have the heart to see his best friend immediately sought a solution so that Akmal did not dissolve in his sadness.

" Here Mal, let me wash the blood again" said Ali pulling Akmal's hand slowly and cleaning a little blood spots with a wet tissue.

" Here you go, come on Mal, let's take a break, it's getting late. " ali.

" Yes, "Akmal replied with a very limp voice and a very pale face.

Ali and Akmal started to get up and step towards their room.

" Li, " said Akmal who was behind Ali.

Ali turned towards Akmal who was very pale in face.

" Yes Mal, what's wrong?, yes, his chest or throat hurts so much yes, you want to drink again . " Ali worries about his friend's situation and approaches Akmal while holding Akmal's shoulder.

Akmal shook his head.

" Please don't say yes, same anyone if I actually already know my illness, I don't want others to worry too much about me, and I don't want to bother them either. " Akmall.

After a short silence, looking at Akmal and thinking about Akmal's words, Ali chose to smile while nodding his head.

" Yes Mal, I won't tell anyone, let's go to bed...I was so sleepy, "Ali yawned and covered his mouth with his right hand.

Akmal went into the room while Ali's eyes began to glaze over he could not bear to see the state of his best friend who had laid himself in his bed. Without realizing it, tears fell and wet his cheeks.

" Li, who was standing still?, quickly went to sleep. "said Akmal in the darkness he saw Ali who was still standing in front of the door of the room.

Ali wiped her tears.

" Yes Mal, this is me going to sleep. " Ali closed the bedroom door and stepped towards his bed.

Before closing his eyes he looked back at Akmal who had fallen asleep.

Ali sighed while saying a prayer afterwards.

" O Allah, I beg you to heal Akmal's disease, Aamiin" Ali said, wiping his face after praying.

Ali closed her eyes and fell asleep.

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