THE SOUL OF MAYRA
07 (Meet)

The moon is very bright tonight is in a stretch of gray sky with flickering stars. The night wind blew quite fiercely, piercing to the bone.

Still with a bright moon, slowly its original full-blown shape is now a scythe. The cloud slowly covered the bright moonlight.

The scene was witnessed firsthand by Candra, the youngest son in the Pernama family. The forty-year-old man stood quietly in front of the window of his room from earlier.

He invited the attention of his wife. Ting, the clink of a cup with a glass table disperse the daydream of Candra. The black netra momentarily looked at his wife, then was stopped and chose to lift the cup that his wife had brought.

A puff of smoke from the hot coffee floated on his face. Candra was still silent, choosing to blow her hot coffee.

"The next day we go back to Singapore, huh?" Rika opened her laptop. A few emails came in, his heart moved to open.

Candra was still silent ..he was surprised to actually hear his wife's request. But he also agreed. His heart said that.

"How, Pa?" Rika asked her husband's opinion. His hand moved over the keyboard typing replies to incoming emails. "Hln ... Papa was asked to be quiet, answer that! How, Pa?

"okay." Just that and that short, Candra replied.

*****

Tears that had run from earlier until a bit of aversion slowly disappeared. Slowly the girl in pink with jeans on her knees, raised her head to look forward.

Long look at emptiness, not looking at anything. The girl who was none other than Fara, observed a picture attached on the nightstand next to her mattress.

The mayra!

The frame contains a picture of him with Mayra. Remembering Mayra made Fara ask in her heart.

How are you, May? Long time no see?

That's how his mind talks. Fara forgets that Mayra is her best sister and best friend. Fara fondly remembers Mayra on the day of her parents' eternal departure. That time ... Fara clearly saw Mayra crying. Mayra's shrinking smile was replaced by a bitter cry at that time.

Remembering a Mayra Athifa made Fara twist all about her. As the seconds passed, a wry smile rose on Fara's lips.

"May, I miss you .. I miss." Unknowingly Fara muttered like that. "Why aren't you here when I get back? May ... Only you can give me attention and understanding. I'm scared, May ... scared."

Fara's murmur was becoming more and more obscure. What does that mean, but one thing is certain. Only he and the Khaliq knew what it meant.

I'm changing now. I'm not the old Fara now. May, I'm sorry for my poor growth. May... How are you doing now? Is there where you are happy? May... I need you. I want to meet you. May.

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Embarrassedly,

Too embarrassed in a place full of saints managed to lower Fara's head as well as his gaze. Currently, Fara and her grandparents are in the boarding school As-Salam—, a modern boarding school where Mayra lives today.

For Fara, the boarding school where he is now is the place of the saint. Holy because the santri will keep their worship, their views and their aurat. Fara had never been to a place like this before.

Humans are quite ambiguous when dubbed 'holy'. Because basically, man is a place of wrong and sin.

Remember, there is no perfect man in this world. In this world there is no man who does not escape sin.

Those who are close to God do not deserve to be called holy men. Remember that!

A chance Fara and grandparents came to the boarding school As-Salam. Starting from disrespect to end of longing.

Grandpa heard all Fara complained last night. At first wanted to see Fara and advise her, but grandfather's intention was urung, and changed with pity because of Fara's murmur.

"Son Fara, if you want to meet Nak Mayra so that she will be delivered by Ms Nyai's daughter, will you?"

Kikuk Fara nodded. He was so foreign to this kind of environment. Pesantren, a place that can make Fara embarrassed herself. Long enough to talk to the owner of the boarding school, now Fara will finally be escorted to meet Mayra.

"May ....."

Two girls of the same age stared at each other in his place. Their eyes looked at each other but their mouths were locked.

"Mara ...." Mayra stared fixedly at the unlocked pashmina veiled girl aka her hair is still visible. This is Fara whom I have longed for, O God? You answered my prayer today, Inner Mayra.

Both together, let go of each other. Mayra and Fara are currently in the boarding house. They were there for quite a while but there was no conversation, there was only the boisterous sound of santriwati around.

"May, how are you?" Don't want time to run out, Fara open up to talk. She misses Mayra, but when she meets, why not talk and take off?

Mayra looked at Fara. A smile rises on his lips. "Thank God, as you can see, I am good." Mayra also doesn't want to make Fara awkward. "Until when in Indonesia? Any weeks?

Fara shook her head accompanied by her wry smile. "Tomorrow I'll go back to Singapore, May. So today, I want us to have a long chat."

"That's when you get back, Fara? Why not a week in Indo, not at home?"

"I'm coming with Papa Mama, May. Those who brought me here and those who brought me home, I'm with them."

"May you and your family return to Singapore safely, yes. Aamiin's." Mayra smiled but looked down. He was quite sad with the presence of the short Fara in the country.

Aamiin, Fara's mind while looking at Mayra. Her eyes were watering to cry. May, I still want to be with you. Sorry I changed, May.

"Don't forget the five prayers of the time too, huh, Fara."

A salad?

Fara surprised. For a long time he did not wear his clothes and clothes. For a long time he did not fulfill his duty as a Muslim. Fara smiled wryly.

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