THE SOUL OF MAYRA
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Today Furqon joins Ustadzah Abidah, his brother-in-law to the next boarding school. He just wants to look around - just look there, and maybe be able to help something a little if there is something to help. It didn't take long, Furqon and Ustadzah Abidah got there.

Some santri santriwati there a little foreign to see Furqon. Yes, because Furqon was the first time to come here even though he had almost a week in the boarding school As Salam. He will soon be back in Cairo.

"What do you think, Fur? Is there a different or not dipesantren this same pesantren As Salam next door?" asked Ustadzah Abidah to his brother-in-law.

Furqon smiled wryly, but that simple smile could melt the hearts of women if they saw it.

"Almost the same, Ma'am. Only here santri santriwati already in adulthood, if next to it will interfere." replied Furqon.

"Well, you're going to be back in Cairo soon. Are there any memories you deserve to remember all the time?" tanya Ustadzah Abidah is back.

Furqon frowned not understanding. "What do you mean, Mother? family memories? if warm memories of family exist."

Ustadzah Abidah chuckled small. "Sister-in-law Mbak is plain what plain temple anyway? that's where you follow your Mas! Ma'am didn't go to Aina's mother first."

"Yes, Mother. Assalamualaikum"

"Girishal"

Ustadzah Abidah and Furqon separated, Furqon walked up to Ustadz Hakam while digesting the speech of his brother-in-law, Ustadzah Abidah.

What does Abidah mean? memories, what memories? I don't have to think about it.

inner Furqon.

"Assynogaic"

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh, you came Fur. Why dream of that?" ustadz Hakam.

"Oh, no papa kok Mas. Mas, can Furqon help you here?" furqon Reply.

"What help? nothing, Fur. You walk around here, rather than later." said Ustadz Hakam.

"Ooh, yes it is. I didn't pinch the book, did I, Mas?"

"Take it! Choose which one you want to read." reply Ustadz Hakam.

Furqon nodded, and he took a book telling the history of Islam which belongs to Ustadz Hakam.

Meyna is still taking lessons in her class. Meyna and the other santriwati looked carefully at the explanation given by Ustadzah.

Teng.teng.

Until the sound of the break bell rang, the santri santriwati immediately scattered out of the class after Ustadz Ustadzah who taught to end the lesson.And as usual, Meyna and Tasya met near the stairs to get down together.

"Assalamualaikum, Yes." Greetings Meyna.

"Girishalah, Meya. Yuk down! I'm really laper." reply Tasya.

"Yes, ayukkk!"

They went down together, but suddenly Meyna's eyes caught a figure she knew very well and also a car that she knew the owner.

A smile gushed across Meyna's face as she saw Grandpa, Om Candra, and Auntie Rika get out of the car.

Meyna stepped closer to them.

Just a few steps away, Tasya had already stopped his steps again.

"Where are you going, Mey? santriwati dining room there, why do you even want to go to the parking lot? want to eat your motorcycle tires?!" tasya.

Meyna chuckled small. "Not so, yes. Masa' I want to eat motorcycle tires, there - there's just you."

"Why do you want to go there?"

"I want to meet Grandpa there. Tuh look!" meyna said as she pointed at Grandpa.

Tasya looked in the direction Meyna pointed. He finally smiled in embarrassment.

"Hehehe, sorry Mey. Yes, I met you first, I went to the dining room, right? gapapa, right?" tasya was called Meyna.

"Gapapa, Yes. I went there first, yes, Assalamualaikum"

"Girishal"

Meyna also approached Grandpa, Om Candra, and Aunt Rika. Meanwhile, Tasya he went first to the dining room santriwati.

Meyna immediately crucified Grandpa, Om Candra, also Aunt Rika.

"Assynogaic"

"Girishal"

"How are you, Meyna?" ask Grandpa softly.

"Alhamdulillah Meyna well, Cake. Grandpa, Om Candra, and Aunt Rika are good too, right?" answer Meyna.

"Thank God we're good, Mey." said Aunt Rika.

"Grandpa, thank you, Grandpa looked at Meyna. Thanks to Om and Aunt" Meyna said.

Grandpa, Om Candra, and Aunt Rika nodded.

"Mey, how's it going here? all right, all right?" ask Grandpa.

Meyna nodded, "Current and good, Cake."

"We'll talk there, come on!" invite Om Candra to take you to the special house of santriwati.

"Mey, we go home first. Take care of your health and follow all pesantren activities well!" said Grandpa.

"Yes, Cake." - Timpal Meyna.

"Assynogaic"

"Waalaikumsalam, be careful!"

Meyna stared at Grandpa's car passing slowly leaving the pesantren courtyard.

The smile on his face was perfect. Now he is back in his class.

After returning from the madrasah, the santri santriwati take a short rest in the dormitory.Lalu, immediately the santri go to the bathroom to prepare for Friday prayers. The santri both santri As Salam and pesantren As Salam 2 (next door) follow Friday prayers at the main mosque.

And this time it was Furqon who became a muezzin (the one who proclaimed the adhan) at Friday prayers today. And his Abah, the younger brother of Pak Kyai who became the Friday prayer priest today. With a clear and melodious pronunciation, Furqon echoed the adhan. The Friday prayer congregations were amazed at the sound of Furqon.

Not only do the Friday prayers worshipers feel amazed, the santriwati are also amazed to hear the adhan from Furqon that mengiang in the mosque speker.

"Subhanallah is so sweet. Who is the Adhan today? kok like never heard before." said Meyna while enjoying the chant for the sake of the chant adhan.

"Yes yes, Mey. Don't you don't Ustadz that handsome huh?!" reply Tasya.

"That's the name Ustadz Furqon, Sya. Not a handsome Ustadz!" timpal Meyna's.

"Hehehe yes - yes, Mey. But it's the Ustadz Furqon, isn't it?"

"As far as you are." Meyna replied.

Not only Meyna and Tasya were amazed, other students also agreed with them. Kayla, Safa, Jihan also santriwati As Salam 2 also amazed.

"Who is adhan? it's so sweet." muttered Kayla.

"Yes, very sweet. Duuhh his voice was like Guz Azmi's." said Safa.

"It's not just Guz Azmi doang, but it's like Syakir daulay or Yan lucky Az zahir. The best! fit this into the list of personnel Az zahir or Muslim Syubbanul or Ba.." Jihan speech immediately cut Kayla.

"Indeed melodious but, don't let it be called one - one so." cut Kayla.

Jihan smiled shyly.

"When did As Salam not As Salam bersholawat? I want Syubbanul Muslimin, Az Zahir, Habib syech who ngisi show later. Uuhh must be a very rame." muttered Safa berandai - if.

Kayla and Jihan stared at each other.

"Where does it fit, Saf?!" kayla and Jihan said at the same time.

"Hehehe would have, Kay." - timpal Safa smirked.

"Ssttt listen first his adhan, even on the talk." said Jihan.

"Hehehe" Kayla and Safa smiled shyly.

Jihan geleng - head gnash.

"Me too, Hahaha" said Jihan laughing.

"Sstttt" Kayla and Safa put their index fingers in their mouths. Jihan smiled shyly.

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Cairo, Egypt

A beautiful girl with a wide hijab looks to be focusing on her laptop. His eyes and fingers were playing on the laptop.

Mayra tirelessly continues to learn and learn so that her dreams are achieved someday. Mayra has a dream of wanting to graduate with good results and after that she wants to umroh with her family.

Girls whose age is almost stepped on the head of two always look optimistic in the course of his days. The spirit that he has should be an example for the surrounding. When cool with his laptop, suddenly his roommate surprised him.

"Mayra Assalamualaikum!"

"Astagfiirullah, you're a ngaggetin. Waalaikumsalam, what's wrong?"mayra was surprised.

"Why, just want a laptop pinjem can?"

"Ooh, kirain apa.This just take it, my duty will be done again really." replied Mayra softly.

"Thank you. Shukron!" heed

"Afwan" Mayra replied.

The girl with the light blue color hijab turned to look out the window. Enjoy the atmosphere of the dormitory in Al Azhar with amazement. Distant eyes looked he was twisting his memory while in the homeland. Memory with his family, memory with his parents used to make Mayra glassy.

How long those moments of affection and warmth twisted in his mind and took place in his life. Gratitude he felt could be present in the middle of a family full of harmony.

Suddenly his mind twisted the incident where he would be tainted by an unknown man, until a good man who saved him.

Who is the man who helped me? I'm so grateful to him. God to have that man help me. May your kindness be reciprocated with more O God... Aamiii

inner Mayra.

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