THE SOUL OF MAYRA
37 (Back to school)

Time goes by so fast. Not felt if Mayra had to re-engage with the world of education. Under the morning sky covered in black clouds, the girl in a white quadrilateral hijab in her gray white uniform ran small to pull over from the rain.

Arriving in the tenth grade corridor, Mayra looked for a mading to find out her class. Many hordes of men and women covered it to see the mading. Make Mayra better wait than join in.

While waiting for the pitch, Mayra played her fingers. He is in a dhikr.

Until the grombolan students waltzed, then Mayra approached mading. Afterwards, he went down the tenth grade corridor in search of his class.

Upon arriving at the class that Mayra felt was her class, several pairs of eyes actually looked towards her. However, Mayra kept walking choosing an empty seat and also one that was not near the male students.

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"Where do you want to go?"

A sad mimic on Zea's face emanated. The American girl who lives in Singapore was not willing to meet Fara in front of her apartment that turned out to be leaving.

Fara was not carried away. He just mumbled his response sign. Afterwards he followed his parents who had gone first.

Zea, the bespectacled American girl followed Fara by squeezing a paper she held. Why it was so easy for the girl to cultivate her tears. Just knowing Fara was about to leave, he almost cried. All this time they were not close. Fara had always not considered Zea.

Before Fara got into the taxi, Zea pulled the clothes Fara was wearing. Making the brownish-haired girl almost as her back looked back.

"You gone long, Fara?" said Zea trembling, holding back her tears so as not to drip. His hands were brushing the paper he had grasped from earlier. "I miss you. Hurry back!"

Fara sighed, she was caught off guard with Zea who was still childish, according to her.

"We were never close, right?" said Fara ketus. "Why are you telling me to go back!?"

Fara emphasizes the word 'hurry back' on Zea. And Zea, she hugged Fara while shedding tears. What a surprise for Candra and Rika who are waiting for her daughter in a taxi.

"Yes Fara, yes so far we've never been close! But, I ... I ..." Zea sobbed until she could no longer continue her sentence.

Fara sighed. "Go's!" tell him to Zea.

Zea doesn't bully. He still looked at Fara with his watery eyes. "Fara—"

"GO ZEAA!!"

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Currently, in Mayra's class, all the attention of the class is no exception centered on the figure of the hijab girl, she Mayra. Because Mayra called her homeroom teacher.

Mayra who previously had to sit down with the male students now ventured to raise her objection. Mayra stood up from her seat, she stared at her homeroom homage.

"Can I move seats, ma'am?" the word Mayra made all the class residents gawk.

It's nothing, because since the school orientation period last time Mayra is a student who is a lot of silence and only this time other students hear him talk. Maybe other students find it strange, but the originals are natural. Also, Mayra did not first speak. The day before he spoke.

If you don't talk, how will Mayra ask?

The veiled woman who is Mayra's homeroom teacher in tenth grade only assures Mayra. And, so Mayra moved to the very back bench and sat alone. The number of students in the class is odd.

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Pass revision 14 June 2021