THE SOUL OF MAYRA
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A face so pale white, a body so cold to the touch made the family powerless to resist crying. They were so lost, people who knew and were close to the deceased were so saddened to find this sad news.

After the journey from the house to the tomb taken about 30 minutes, finally the ambulance carrying the body of Mayra and the group arrived. The family's trembling steps followed Mayra's coffin. Sheet after sheet of tissue is used to remove tears that do not want to stop the taste.

The hole that looks open is ready to bury Mayra's body. The grave is waiting. Before the body was put into the grave, a group from the boarding school As Salam came. There's Kayla, Safa, and Jihan there too. Red nose, puffy eyes visible from the faces of the three friends Mayra.

Furqon and Alif are among the ranks of As Salam pesantren. Their arrival was also followed by Mr. Sanjaya and his family. It turns out that so many who drove the deceased to enter his grave.

"Mother Rica, be patient! We are deeply saddened by the passing of Mayra, daughter of Mr. Heru and Ms. Ratna," Mothers Arnoz and Arnold embraced Aunt Rica.

"Thank you, Mom."

Tears were breaking non-stop. Now it is Kayla, Safa, and Jihan's turn to mourn the death of their best friend

Kayla, Safa, China,

There left Om Candra with a family, Mr. Sanjaya with family, and a group of boarding schools As Salam. Nyai Bu rubbed the stage of Aunt Rika full of tenderness.

"Prophey, Miss Rica. Pray that Mayra will be spared the torment of Allah SWT."

"No hassle, Miss Rika."

Furqon stared at the mound full of flowers owned by Mayra. Alif who saw the lethargic look Furqon also patted his shoulder, he gave the spirit of his best friend.

"May God give you the best place. You're the sholehah I know. You deserve His paradise, because you are a woman of heaven. May Allah forgive all your caliphs, Mayra. I'm sorry I was so presumptuous to put some sense into you," Furqon's inner voice stared at Mayra's tombstone.

Finished is the story of Mayra's life in this world. May the charity done during his life be accepted by Allah SWT. Slowly the footsteps of the family and the remaining people there drifted away. Aunt Rika moved away by continuing to hug Mayra's veil. When the steps were gone, an angel came to the dead body.

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For one week at home Om Candra held a tahlilan event for the deceased who have returned to the birth of Allah SWT. The atmosphere of grief is still so visible from the face of the family left behind. In fact, not infrequently their tears escaped when remembering the late.

Only the do'a can be served to treat their longing for the deceased. The shadow of Mayra is still so inherent in the heart and mind of the family. Even almost every morning Om Candra and family enter Mayra's room full of memories.

The pictures of Mayra clinging to the wall reminded them of Mayra. Mayra's clothes left in her closet are still neatly arranged and there is no intention to move her. Even sometimes Aunt Rika, Fara, and Meyna possessed the goods of the late house. Now there are memories for them.