THE SOUL OF MAYRA
05 (Fara #1)

Feeling disbelief even to the point of astonishment, that was the reaction of Grandpa and Grandma. In fact, they were blatantly showing great shock.

"It's...." Grandma seemed very hesitant to say. He looked at his son and daughter-in-law closely. Highlight the eyes of the half-century woman asking for answers.

Grandfather cleared his throat, melting the current unfashionable atmosphere. He told his son, son-in-law and .. granddaughter to rest before lunch time arrived.

After the death of Candra with her wife and daughter. Grandfather caught up with his wife who was looking through the magazine while enjoying a cup of unsalted tea in the living room. My wife feels differently.

"WAS THAT OUR GRANDSON, PA?" Upon arrival Grandpa at that time also Grandma spoke without diverting her attention. The woman's voice sounded disappointed.

Grandpa cleared his throat, exhaled and so on until a sigh of care was heard from Grandma.

"Let our son straighten out his daughter. If it is such a lifestyle that our grandchildren choose, then let it be. Don't—"

Grandma interrupts. "Don't .. Don't what, Pa?" This time Grandma had closed her magazine. "We should be rebuked if our son is silent when faced with something wrong. Why would you want to be quiet?"

Grandpa sipped his wife's tea without excuse. But not at all reproved by Grandma. Let it. "That's Candra's life and her family's, let them live out their life choices. After all, they're also the ones who will suffer the consequences."

After saying not too long, Grandpa chose to leave his wife. Grandma could only sigh. This husband really...

Ah, nevermind!

"IMPORTANT!!" The long-haired girl was on her back with an apple in her hand, smiling cynically. All the conversations of grandparents he recorded were clearly recorded secretly, he recorded with his own ears very clearly!

And .. yeah, that's the girl's response. Comfortable with her appearance like this, blinding the girl that her religion forbids dressing but being naked.

The girl's association was already unordered, already free!

"Mara ...." Rika's voice, her mother called. The girl turned to the source of the voice. "Whether you're here, but it's not clear?" rika asked right next to her daughter.

Fara shrugged her shoulders. He chose to bite his apple instead of giving an answer to the person who gave birth to it. Cuey girl!

"Mahara ... Mama's talking to you, you know!" Rika did not remain silent. He rebuked his daughter who had not touched him earlier.

"I'm tired, I'm going to rest." Fara rolled her eyes puffed. She was completely different at the moment, the indifferent cute girl. Fara's reply invited Rika to take a long breath.

Fara, who had reached her bedroom door knob, turned her body to face her faithful mother standing in her place. "Ma...."

Rika looked at her daughter. Waiting for what Fara will say next.

"I DON'T WANT STLYE - I'M OPPOSED, DOT!!" Afterwards Fara went into the room.

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Silently looking at the ceiling of his dorm room while unwinding after a day of activities, his activities were disrupted due to the call of Bu Nyai. Mayra quickly fix her messy hijab because it was worn by the fall.

"Where are you going, May?" Kayla stopped Mayra's steps towards the residence or ndalem Kyai pesantren owner.

Mayra smiled for a moment. "I'm going to Kyai's ndalem, La."

"You what?"

Mayra pinched Kayla's two cheeks. Anxious with his best friend who is masyaAllah. "That's it, Sakiitt, May!" kayla lamented.

Mayra smiled knot. "Assalamualaik."

Kayla ruffled her waist on the spot while blushing her lips. Upset not getting an answer from Mayra. "Getishalight."

Forget about Mayra! Forget about Kayla too!

Mayra chuckled softly. Where brave he was out loud, he had to keep his manners. "Yes, Allah ... Grandpa don't joke around! No good Mayra same people in Kyai's ndalem."

Apparently Mayra chuckles with her grandfather who invites her to talk on the phone.

"Mayra, his granddaughter grandpa .. smile continues, yes. Don't be sad anymore. Especially crying just because grandparents miss at home."

Mayra chuckled slowly again. His grandfather was a class narcissist! "Grandfather said what, anyway!? Ah, don't talk anymore. Not clear, Cake."

Laughter across the phone Mayra heard. Relieved to hear his grandfather's laughter even on the phone. Mayra calm down her grandparents happy.

"Oh yes, Mayra. There is Fara. Just came in this morning. Butt...."

"Fara is in Indonesia, Cake? Seriously? Oh my God, I'm so glad to hear that, Cake. How's it going?" Mayra immediately berated her grandfather with a happy expression.

"He's kind. Om Candra and Aunt Rika are also good."

"Alhamdillah.." Mayra was relieved. He had not seen his brother for a long time. Desire to meet, let go of longing is certainly there.

"But unfortunately they come back like never before. They're changing, Mayra. Your brother's fara wasn't the old Fara."

Mayra's forehead twitched. Mayra was confused by her Grandfather, precisely what he had just said.