We are Santri Not Artists

Episode 95's. Long Enough.

Kyai and ustadz Mustafa sit together every now and then they put their hands on their faces and say a prayer. This is indeed not as usual, Akmal was treated long enough for approximately one hour until they almost fell asleep due to a long wait. Not long after, the doctor came and approached Kyai and Mustafa ustadz.

They woke up and approached the doctor.

" How's my santri doing, Doc?" asked Kyai who was very worried.

" There was a lot of blood that came out earlier, but we have donated blood for him.What I'm worried about is the patient's condition getting worse, there are injuries in his lungs and throat that are quite severe and must be treated immediately. " the Doctor explained to Kyai and ustadz Mustafa.

They felt very sad to hear Akmal's situation was getting worse.

" Astagfirullah, then what, Doc?, does Akmal need surgery? " ask Kyai.

" This disease does not need Kyai surgery, patients only have to be treated in this hospital. The patient must eat fine food, later I will tell the nurse who arranged it. " Doctor.

" Okay, thank you Doctor, "Kyai.

" Together, let Kyai, ustadz, "The doctor who is about to step away.

" Yes Doc, come on. " Kyeah.

"Thank you Doc, "ustadz Mustafa.

The doctor started to walk away...

" Come Kyai, let's see Akmal, "ustadz Mustafa.

Kyai nodded her head.

" Come, "Kyai.

Akmal lay very limp helpless with the infusion on his right hand and also the oxygen attached to Akmal's nose. Kyai approached Akmal and sat down on the chair next to Akmal's bed, looking at Akmal, who was still blindfolded.

" Get well soon, son, we'd love to see you back as cheerful as ever." Kyai stroked Akmal's head. The red eyes of Kyai and Mustafa ustadz from lack of sleep look teary they can not see the weak lying santri.

Ustadz Mustafa slowly approached Kyai who continued to stroke Akmal's head.

" I'm sorry Kyai, we should also report this to Akmal's parents because, after all, they should know the true state of Akmal, they can pray for Akmal so that Akmal can be cured. " ustadz Mustafa standing next to Kyai.

Kyai looked back at the extremely pale Akmal.

" You're right, I'll talk to Akmal's parents. They will be picked up for the hospital, pity Akmal if there are no parents on his side who can strengthen Akmal. " Kyai said with a voice that began to hoarse.

Ustadz Mustafa who was listening agreed and nodded his head.

" Yes Kyai, after dawn we will tell Akmal's condition to his parents. "ustadz Mustafa.

Kyai nodded slowly a few times. Ustadz Mustafa begins to sit next to Kyai to take care of Akmal.

The clock kept turning, the clockwise direction exactly showed at 02.00 am but Akmal was still unconscious.

Kyai continued to recite dhikr and prayers beside Akmal occasionally he also stroked Akmal's head while Mustadz Mustafa could only pray and wait for Akmal to quickly wake up.

Not long after that in the tenth minute Akmal began to open his eyes slowly he saw Kyai and Mustafa ustadz who were guarding him. Akmal tried to speak while enduring the pain.

" Kyai, " said Akmal with a trembling voice and very slowly.

At once Kyai turned to Akmal as well as Ustadz Mustafa who heard the small voice of Akmal.

" Thank God, Akmal, what do you want?, are you thirsty, son? " ask Kyai to Akmal who is very limp.

" Kyai, I'm not strong to talk, my throat hurts so much" said Akmal stammering and unclear because of the pain he felt in the throat that made Akmal difficult to speak.

Ustadz Mustafa immediately drank water when he learned that Akmal was in pain while speaking.

" Let's go, slow down." Kyai helps Akmal wake up and helps Akmal release the oxygen attached to Akmal's nose and mouth.

Ustadz Mustafa gave the water and helped Akmal to drink, slowly Akmal drank the water until the pain he felt was quite improved.

"How, son?, does it still hurt?" kyai asked attentively.

" Alhamdulillah, Kyai has been quieter than before" said Akmal with a trembling voice.

" Here the glass, let ustadz put it. "said ustadz Mustafa.

Akmal gave his glass with his hand still attached to the infusion, ustadz Mustafa began to put the glass.

" Let's go, you take another break, come on." Kyai.

Akmal nodded his head slowly and back lying on his bed, Kyai re-installed Akmal's oxygen and stroked Akmal's head lovingly. Seeing Kyai's attention making Akmal moved without him noticing the tears falling and began to wet his cheeks, Akmal tried to close his eyes so as not to feel the pain he felt at this time.

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Azmi began to wake up she only slept for an hour at that time. Azmi started to sit down to calm herself down. Azmi remembers Akmal passing out and being taken to the hospital, Azmi also remembers cleaning Akmal's nose and mouth which kept bleeding.

" O Allah, heal Akmal, I beg of Allah, I want Akmal to be as cheerful as ever. I wanted Akmal to live happily without feeling the pain he was feeling right now" Azmi said, shaking her hands and rubbing her face after praying.

Azmi wakes up and looks at her watch which is still showing the three and a half hours. Azmi puts up her pecans and is about to go to fetch some ablution water but Ahkam who saw Azmi while opening the door stops her.

" Azmi, wait!" ahkam said in a whispering voice.

Azmi stopped her steps and looked at Ahkam. Ahkam get up and turn on the lights.

" If you wake up, wake up your friends, invite him to pray tahajud together." said Ahkam put his hand briefly on Azmi's shoulder.

" I'm sorry, Azmi was wrong, Azmi thought that they would disturb their sleep" Azmi said.

" No Mi, whoever invites his friend to pray in the third night with him, God will give him more rewards, so come on, let's wake up our friends. " ahkams.

Azmi began to understand and nodded her head.

" Yes, Azmi wants to wake up Aban first." Azchem.

Ahkam smilingly looked at Azmi and nodded his head. Ahkam began to wake Muhklis and Azmi began to wake Aban.

Azmi and Ahkam did not have to bother to wake Muhklis and Aban, as they immediately woke up with a few slow blows on their shoulders, they immediately sat down and rubbed their faces.

" Let's get up, we both pray tahajud. " ahkams.

" Come Ban, "take Azmi to Aban who is still rubbing her eyes.

Aban nodded and began to stand as well as Muhklis who stood beside Ahkam.

At one third of the night, the mosque was seen to be crowded with santri who performed tahajud prayers as well as Azmi, Ahkam, Aban, and others, and Muhklis who pray tahajud very fervently when praying do not forget they all pray for Akmal healing.

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