THE SOUL OF MAYRA
01 (Pesantren)

The wind hit until the square hijab and the robe swayed. This afternoon, at the public burial site, the sky was filled with black clouds and the wind was blowing even louder.

The two wet vortexes were now in front of him. Her tears were staring at him. The unexpected departure that God foresees, took the lives of two men who became his protector and giver of love.

"Mayra is here now ..."

The girl in a quadrilateral veil of orange to twilight color is named Mayra Athifa. The poor girl that her parents had to leave at the age of twelve, because of the call of the Esa.

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"May ... May ... Where are you, anyway!?" That's Kayla, Mayra's best friend. Looking for Mayra.

The girl went through the boarding school, looking for Mayra but was never found. His heart took him to the pesantren garden, in the back near the kitchen.

"Assalamualaikum May," said Kayla.

Mayra turned her head, a smile rising there. "Getishalight."

Kayla sits next to Mayra. He caught his breath and spoke again. "Remain here? I've been looking for you, May. Hobbies don't say you can, right?" said.

Mayra stared blankly ahead. Feeling guilty has confused his best friend. The tingling and longing shew suddenly shackled the heart.

"Sorry" said Mayra. Kayla exhaled slowly. Understand the situation.

"They were calm by his side. You don't need to cry them out, May." Kayla rubbed Mayra's shoulder. The use of a friend is, when there is a slump there is a place to complain.

"Yes La, you really are." A sweet smile came out of Mayra. Slowly he forgot the bitter tinge that bound him. "Thank you for being my friend all this time, La."

Kayla held Mayra from the side. He rested his head on Mayra's shoulder. "This is the point of having a friend."

Allahu akbar allahu akbar...

Adhan asar reverberated from toa masjid agung pesantren. The santri and santriwati flocked to the mosque right then and there. Mayra and Kayla got up from their seats.

After the asar prayer continued with the next pesantren activity. The dense activities of madrasahs, pesantren and also extracurricular make Mayra one of them forget the sadness that sometimes ambushed him.

"Where's your memorization, May?" A santriwati in a black rectangular hijab approached Mayra in the corner of the room.

"Eh .. thank you for the good, Saf." Mayra replied with a smile. A smile that never drifts away anytime and anywhere. A smile that always rises in a precarious state though. "How's your memorization?"

"Dooong surf. I'm Kayla, what's it like to do?" said Safa, santriwati who was with Mayra.

Safa is not a wayward santriwati. In the memorization of the Surah-surah of the Qur'an, teaching the yellow book, and nadzom arguably he is good in it. Safa is also not a proud person. That's just part of the joke. He's humorous sometimes.

"WHAT IS KAYLA KAYLA??? BY THE WAY YOU GUYS???!!" Kayla comes with her judes face. Mayra and Safa chuckled softly at Kayla's irritated face.

"There's nothing, La." Mayra smile. "Ordinary Safa, don't you like to suck on you? Don't take Safa's words seriously."

Kayla nodded. It's true that Mayra said just now. And the three santriwati stopped their conversation and switched solemnly to memorize the memorization that had just been deposited.

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It washed the dishes!

What dirty dishes are dirty dishes??

It's clean, put it on the shelf.

Ma'am, the carrots were cut all right?

Duhh, asked Mbak Puja. I'm busy with this.

The noise of the sisters in the kitchen did not escape Mayra's hearing. He also joined to just help wash dishes or prepare other things that if he can do.

Santriwati juniors and seniors mingle in the kitchen together. Throw jokes at each other. Tell each other to tell, not for juniors. And mutually dabbling with other kitchen activities.

Life in the pesantren is not as good as imagined. All things done by themselves. Self training. And if it is senior santri santriwati upper class, arrange the santri santriwati sisters to orderly.

"Sir Ning, this is the chickpea already," Mayra told her senior santriwati. "You want next?"

The beautiful Santriwati who was called 'Mbak Ning' by Mayra turned her head. "Thank you for helping. Love it to Mbak Puja to be dioseng as carrots."

Mayra nodded. He followed his senior orders. Togetherness in the kitchen is an activity that Mayra likes, one of the other pesantren activities.

"Kayla, I'm back in the room." Mayra said half a scream as she moved out of the kitchen.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

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