THE SOUL OF MAYRA
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Today at home Nyai Bu looks gathered. They're going to send Furqon to Cairo this sunny morning. Umi Furqon looked glazed as Furqon said goodbye to her. It was a little heavy taking her youngest son off alone to Cairo.

"Furqon, take good care of yourself there. After your lecture is done tell us here yes." said Umi Furqon glazed - glass.

Furqon nodded, "Okay, Umi. Abi and Umi take care of health, pray always Furqon ya."

Abi and Umi Furqon nodded.

Furqon also crucified Bu Nyai (Budhenya ), Ustadz Hakam (Hakakaknya), and clenched his hands to Ustadzah Abidah (his brother) and Ustadzah Aina, as well as Ustadzah Aina's husband.

Furqon went to the airport with Ustadz Hakam, although in fact he refused to keep his brother forced. Ustadz Hakam just wants Furqon to survive until the airport also represents the family.

Arriving at the airport, Furqon immediately say goodbye to Ustadz Hakam, Kakanya.

"Mas, I'll say goodbye. Let me know if there's anything here and me, I'll let Mas know." Furqon said of Ustadz Hakam.

"Be careful, Fur! Take care of yourself there, learn the right thing. Mas say yes immediately." said Ustadz Hakam to the younger brother.

"Yes, Mas. Shukron!"

"Assynogaic"

"Waalaikumsalam, Mas."

Ustadz Hakam left Furqon to return to the boarding school of As Salam. At exactly 08:45, the plane to Cairo also flew from the landing. In the plane, Furqon always dhikr and sholawat.

Kayla, who heard Furqon's news, returned to Cairo feeling a little sad.

It's true that he has feelings for Ustadz Hakam's sister. Until a Do'a Kayla addressed the Power to Furqon.

*Yes my Lord please grant her salvation. Only do'a can I do for her right now. O Lord, if he is my soul mate, unite us, forgive your servant for having dreamed that far. The feeling of the servant cannot be lied to, the servant does have a taste for him.*

*Hamba will follow the timeline until the time comes, where the servant soul mate comes. Right now I am calling it in the Do'a Ya Rabb. Take care of her always, protect her wherever she is*.

Kayla smiled wryly at the end of her prayer.

"Kay, why are you smiling? from yesterday it was like you were weird." said Jihan.

"What the hell, Han?! It's not necessary to think about it, now we follow Safa in the kitchen." Kayla replied.

Jihan nodded, "Yeah, yuk!"

Finally Kayla and Jihan followed Safa in the kitchen. Coincidentally today is their picket day in the pesantren kitchen. Where on the day of the picket, santriwati must help Bu Yani cook to clean the kitchen.

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After a few hours, Furqon finally reached Cairo, Egypt. The country that owns the pyramid, is also a country that Furqon and his family have lived in for many years.

From Furqon airport directly to his house which is not too far from Al Azhar University. Furqon is not alone here, he still has a close person from his family-in-law, the family of Ustadzah Abidah.

In other places, Mayra and her friend were on their way to the dormitory from the Al Azhar campus. They both wanted to stop by the bookstore before returning to the dormitory.

Just 15 minutes, Mayra finally arrived at the bookstore.

"Well, which one do you want to buy?" ask friend.

"I want to buy a tafsir book, An." replied Mayra.

"Yes, if I go to the shelf over there first, yes, there are books that I have to buy as well" said Ana, Mayra's friend.

Mayra nodded, "We'll see you here again, An?!."

"Yes"

Mayra was looking for the book she wanted to buy, but almost a shelf full of it still he did not find. Mayra also asked the bookstore clerk about the interpretive book he wanted to buy, but unfortunately the book was empty.

Mayra finally approached Ana whose position was not far from her.

Looks like Ana is busy choosing - choosing a book.

"Assalamualaikum" Mayra's greeting.

"Vaalaikumsalam. I'm not buying, why?" reply Ana.

"The book is empty, An. Next time I come here again or don't look for another bookstore tomorrow." said Mayra resigned.

"Ooh so, yes we have to go to the cashier yuk. Thank God I got the book. Go, May!"

Mayra and Ana go straight to the cashier to pay for the book that Ana bought. After that, they went back to the dorm.

Next morning...

The pyramids, Egypt. Mayra is getting ready to go to campus, it is quite late today Mayra left for campus. With a little haste Mayra walked until he accidentally nudged the book belonging to someone else.

"I also apologize to Ukhti" said the man who was hit by Mayra.

He uses Indonesian, because he knows that women in front of him from Indonesia are the same as they are.

Mayra looked up at a glance, "It's okay, I was also wrong too hasty - the road gesa." Mayra replied lowered her head.

"Sorry again, I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum" Mayra said, nodding her head.

"Girishal"

The person Mayra hit stared at Mayra's departure.

"Astagfiirullah, I also have to go to class immediately. The furqon! Furqon!" he muttered while shaking his head.

Yes, it turns out the person that Mayra accidentally hit her book was Furqon. This is their second meeting, but they are the same - just as they do not know and do not realize if they have met before.

Furqon who regained his senses, immediately stepped into his class with a slight haste and his swift pace.

2 Hours passed, now Mayra has finished following her class. Mayra and Ana also want to walk around the campus, they choose the road because they are fasting. Mayra and Ana are always going anywhere, in addition to one dorm room they are also one class.

Enough walking - their way to find shelter from the scorching sun.

"It's tired too, May" said Ana.

"Yes, An is quite sultry as well." replied Mayra.

"What do you want to eat later, May?" asked Ana while shaking her hand, because of the heat.

"I was like that, An." replied Mayra.

"Ooh, okay."

When Mayra opened her bag while checking books one by one, she was surprised to see a book in her bag.

"Why, May?" ask Ana.

"This is not my book, An." said Mayra as she stared at the book.

Ana comes to see the book meant by Mayra.

"Yes, this is not your book. Then who's it? how can it be in your bag, May?" said Ana.

Mayra was silent, she was trying to remember something. And finally he remembered the incident this morning, where he accidentally nudged people's books.

"Astagfiirullah, this must be the same book that I hit this morning" Mayra murmured.

"Where? who's the guy?" ask Ana.

"So morning I accidentally nudged someone else's book, it looks like he's also a student here. How do I return it?" answer Mayra.

"We can't find one by one, May. Al Azhar is vast, it is not possible to find the owner of this book. But, this book isn't the one you're looking for?" said Ana.

Mayra looked back at the book in her hand, then nodded to correct Ana's remark that it was the book she was looking for.

"Yes, An."

Mayra opened the book, which belonged to Furqon. When I first opened the first page there was written a name, namely MUHAMMAD FURQON AL - ARBANI.

"His name is Furqon, May. But, in Al Azhar the name Furqon is not just one" said Ana who realized to take a peek.

Mayra nodded, page by page she opened. Until he found a card tucked in one of the pages of the book. Mayra slowly took the card and widened her eyes as her name was written there.

"Huh, MAYRA ALMA SYAKIRA?? That's your name, May. Then does he know you or have you ever exchanged identities with him before?" said Ana astonished.

"What are you talking about, An? I don't know anyone named Furqon at all." - Mayra.

Mayra wondered where a man named Furqon could have his business card. Mayra was unaware that the card had dropped when Furqon saved her.

Just like Furqon, he is also opening Mayra's book. The same name with the name on the card of the name that he had kept all this time.

"MAYRA ALMA SYAKIRA???" muttered.

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