THE SOUL OF MAYRA
40 (Fear)

Everyone has their opinion about us.

It's not uncommon for her to be all the way to her class until Mayra arrives, with many talking about it. Again Mayra does not enter in the heart with the reason everyone has their own opinion.

Maybe if Mayra is the type of person who is temperament, he will certainly not hesitate to crash and even reward spicy words to anyone who talks about it. But, unfortunately Mayra is not that type.

Controlling anger is hard. And the cool person is, the one who is able to harbor his anger even though he is able to show it. (#selfreminder)

After Mayra's arrival was treated with various opinions, it is time for the first hour of lessons to begin. Already past the orientation period means that learning has been actively implemented.

The first hour of the day is opened by Indonesian lessons, with friendly maple teachers and easy-to-understand delivery of material. A teacher like this is worthy of idolatry.

Until the second hour came in and rolled up to the break, the entire student exhaled his lethargic breath. Flocking students out of class, but not with the same Mayra as the previous day, which is waiting quiet first.

In addition to being crowded, Mayra also does not want to be in touch with male students who are clearly not mahram.

Children are different, yes!

Upon arrival at the cafeteria, several pairs of eyes looked towards Mayra. However, again Mayra did not rub it. He doesn't want to take care of anyone else. Until her steps arrive in the glass fridge, Mayra examines each drink. And, eventually the choice falls on a bottle of mineral water the size of the responsibility.

"This is the change."

Mayra held the seller's mother's hand, a sign she refused to be given change. With her smile Mayra said; "Already, just make Mom."

Although only five thousand rupiah change, in fact able to print a wide smile on the corner of the lips of the seller's mother.

*****

The time to go home from school has arrived since ten minutes ago. At a BRT bus stop, there was a figure of a veiled girl in a white-gray uniform sitting at the end of the stop seat. Mayra was waiting for the bus to take her home.

Three years of living in the pesantren have built Mayra's independent personality, and done it all by herself. Including going home to school. Although both grandfather and grandmother offered Mayra to be picked up by the driver, Mayra subtly refused.

Rarely are there people like Mayra today. Moreover, willing to jostle when able to ride a more comfortable without the need to mix other people. This is Mayra, not another girl. So, it is natural to be different.

Amidst Mayra's quiet patient mananti bus, a teenage boy in a white-gray uniform also comes close. Sure, Mayra immediately stood up from her seat with a yellow rice tub view.

If the teenage boy knew, that Mayra was currently trembling and misgivings. Really, Mayra felt it until her hands were sweating.

"Ngapain far away, anyway? Sitting here is okay too." The teenage boy teased Mayra, judging by her tone.

"Wait for the bus, huh? Instead of taking the hot bus, mending me antherin, huh?" It turns out that the teenager was really a land crocodile candidate. Steady even though rejected.

Again, Mayra shakes. "There's AC, so it's not hot."

"Shame on everything, come on lah—"

Before the teenager finished his sentence, another teenage boy in a white-gray uniform approached. Mayra in her place was trembling with fear and anxiety.

He hoped it would be over soon. I hope the bus arrives soon. Mayra prayed in her heart nonstop.

"Who are you!!?!" The high school teenager who seduced Mayra asked her not to like teenagers her age in front of her.

However, the one being asked only raised his eyebrows by one. Then, he slapped the face of a teenage land crocodile in front of him.

"DEFINITELY!!" The crocodile teenager did not receive slapped, he punched teenagers his age quite hard.

Bugh!!

Mayra was really scared, but at that moment the bus came and she got on. The bus just walked. Mayra doesn't care about two teenage boys fighting at a bus stop. However, he hoped that someone would break them.

Even though she was on the bus, Mayra was still scared and worried. He linked his own fingers, trying to reduce his trembling.

"No pa-pa, Dek?"

Mayra. There was an officer of some kind of conductor but his appearance was neat, questioning him. It seems she knows that Mayra is scared.

Mayra just shook her head. For him, that was enough. His misgivings were far greater than his current courage.

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Pass revision 16 June 2021