THE SOUL OF MAYRA
08 (Fara #2)

Take care and pay more attention to your association, yes, Fara.

The short message from Grandma still lingered in Fara's ears. The girl did not forget her grandmother's message, but was she able to run the grandmother's message?

Keeping associations?

How could he? Fara doubted her. In Singapore, many of his friends do not pay attention to the association. They are mostly non-Muslims.

Fara daydreamed, looking blankly out the window—gaze at the clouds of iron birds. However, the next second he chose to close lowered the window cover. Close your eyes while listening to music from the earphones.

Always's song by Isak Danielson made her more relaxed than the grandmother's message she said she was looking up.

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"Minus twenty-six."

Mayra, Kayla, and Safa's fingers were busy scribbling black ink on the partially filled paper. This time they are learning. After the madrasah, they chose to practice math problems. Alternately giving each other questions.

"What's the answer minus twenty-six?" Safa doubted Kayla's answer. "Ngawur must be you Kay replied!?"

Kayla's eyes glared. Anxious of Safa who doubted her answer. "Try recalculating, if it's wrong you should wash my headscarf."

Mayra shook her head slowly, there was just the behavior of her best friend. And Safa, he immediately closed the book Kayla held.

"IT'S NOT FAIR DONG, WHO LOST YOU THAT NYUCI YOUR HIJAB IS ME? YOU SHOULD BE THE NYUCI MY HIJAB!!" oceh Safa is upset. The tone is crisp, very.

Kayla laughs, contentment can make Safa upset. "Have finished his training, I'm tired. May, we're done, aren't we?"

"Yes, La. No, no pa-pa. Safa, calm down. Kayla's just kidding." Mayra.

"Yes, May." Safa agreed, he was also tired almost half a day of activity. "May ... I'd like to ask you, would you?"

Mayra who was tidying up the book in her closet turned her head and nodded. Her hands again tidied up the book, clothes, hijab, and some gloves in her closet which was quite messy.

"Today I accidentally saw your sister, what's her name, May?" There is a curious tickle in Safa. He just wanted to know a little about Mayra's sauadara, already.

Mayra's hand stopped tidying up her little closet. In pesantren it is like this, the closet provided is not large. His memory remembers Fara.

That girl is back in Singapore today, right?

"Name's Fara, Saf. Why?" Mayra also asked.

Kayla who was listening was also astonished. Safa why ask about Fara? "Yes, why are you asking about Mayra's brother? It's really good," said Kayla.

Safa glanced at the cynical Kayla. The next second he turned to Mayra with a grin. "No pa-pa anyway, May. I'm just curious."

Mayra nodded. He re-inserted some of his hijab that had been issued. His eyes were suddenly focused to the inner side of his closet door. There is a lot of paper attached and.

Mayra stared at the photo, which contained her grandparents, her om-tanteens, her parents, her and Fara. At that time the photo was taken when they were on vacation to Raja Ampat.

A knot smile was engraved on Mayra's lips. If you look back, there are a lot of good memories that he and his family passed before everything changed.

Oh Allah .. I am grateful because my childhood was so pleasant with the complete family. I miss my childhood.

"He's a big boy these days, yeah, millennials! "

"Why really? We're millennials too, right? Santri is also a millennial, not inferior and not old-fashioned."

Mayra wakes up when Safa and Kayla talk about teenagers today. He also agreed with Safa, a santri was not old-fashioned. They are also slang but remain within religious boundaries.

Farah!

Mayra suddenly remembered her meeting with Fara yesterday. Mayra thought, is Fara's association in Singapore good? What Fara who used to be now changed more alim?

Mayra doesn't know.

*****

'.... How about Indo? Has it changed before it came to Singapore?'

The moonlight out there shone on the face of the girl who was lying on her bed with a cell phone in her hand. She's Fara.

Fara was talking to her Indonesian friend who was in Sakura Country. Not just one person but two people, a man and a woman.

Fara shook her head, telling her two friends she was videocalling. Occasionally Fara smiled wryly and chuckled. There is a lot they talk about through videocall.

Eventually, Fara ended the videocall.

"Thanks for you my friends. It's so nice to talk to you guys. Shrimp first, huh?" Fara waved her hand. "See you."

'See you too .. good night, Fara!'

Fara keeps her phone on the nightstand. He pulled out a blanket, covered half his body and closed his eyes.

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