THE SOUL OF MAYRA
09 (Checking Safa)

"Next to go to Safa's bedroom, May?"

In the midst of work on the matter, Kayla whispered to Mayra. For two days Safa was sick. And that made Kayla quite sad because there was nothing she could bother with. If Mayra, for Kayla is impossible. Mayra was different from Safa.

Mayra only nodded for a moment with a hand that did not stop writing the answer. Got Kayla's response back to work on a problem that Mayra might have left behind.

*****

The hour of rest has arrived. Mayra and Kayla were currently in their dorm room. They both comforted Safa so as not to get bored. They are also grateful for Safa's better condition. Safa has a fever. It will soon recover.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Greetings sounded. A young woman with her large quadrilateral hijab stood in the doorway with her shady smile. She is the daughter of the owner of the pesantren who is more often called ustadzah than ning —call for daughter Kyai Jawa.

Aina Ustadzah.

"Waalaikumsalam, ustadzah." Three people —Mayra, Kayla, Safa— there replied politely.

Ustadzah Aina approached Safa. He placed the drug paracetamol for Safa. It just so happens that paracetamol was left a little bit yesterday.

"Where are you, Safa? Is it better?" Aina's shady smile was still etched.

"Alhamdulillah, it's been better, Ustadzah." Safa's a little disinclined at a time like this. Lousy. "The heat has also gone down. Maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow you can enter the madrasah again."

Ustadzah Aina nodded, relieved to hear Safa's explanation.

"May, I think we're just mosquitoes. Let's go" whispered Kayla.

Mayra sighed, smiling at Kayla's words.

"You're not going back to class?" Now it's Mayra and Kayla's turn to be asked if Aina's diploma. The two girls smiled awkwardly. "Five minutes bell, you know."

"Na'am (yes), ustadzah. We're saying goodbye now." Mayra kissed the back of the young ustadzah's hand in front of her, followed by Kayla.

They walked with a slight bow and arrived outside the dormitory, they were an ordinary street. Santri is special.

*****

The orange tinge on the western horizon makes this afternoon look beautiful. The wind blew, hitting the skin of the face of the girl with almost as little hair as her back who was silent on the balcony.

The girl closed her mouth tightly. However, his black-eye netra was unceasingly staring at the horizon of his homeland's neighboring country.

The voice made Fara take her eyes off the horizon this afternoon, changing towards a boy her age.

The boy was still in his school uniform. It was almost evening but the boy had not changed his uniform yet, it must have been dreary.

The backpack that hung on the boy's left shoulder was placed originally near Fara's mattress. He chose to approach Fara who had just looked at her without a sound.

"The sky is beautiful."

The boy muttered. Apparently he also likes the view of the sky this afternoon. Fara continued to stare at her boyfriend without a sound making her owner frown.

"Non Fara" said a woman a little older than her mother. He's ART at his family's apartment. It just so happens that Indonesians too.

"What's up, Bi?" Fara.

"What dinner do you want, Non? Let auntie make it," replied ART. Fara seemed to think for a moment then he was about to talk but had learned his ART. "Same mama comes home slow, Non."

Apparently ART Fara is very sensitive. He knew what Fara was going to throw before it was thrown. Oh, Fara was lucky to have such good and such ART.

At first glance Fara glanced at her boyfriend who was busy photographing the orange sky this afternoon, then switched to his ART again.

"It's up to your aunt to cook what, what matters is the food." That was Fara's answer. And immediately respond nod.

"Ngapain is still here? Not coming home, eum?" Fara asked this time.

"Oh, I'm not angry anymore." The boy's heart made Fara hit his right arm. "Anged terooss, old cepet ntar."

Fara rolled her eyes puffed. Fate has a friend who is passionate water demon, ngegame to forget time even he is also ignorant to ask for forgiveness.

"There home! Your apartment is quiet, too," said Fara deliberately evicted her apartment neighbors. Yes, they are neighbors. Lucky, right?

"Basic ngusir, nagger, artisan— AAWW!!" The boy's murmur ended screeching because Fara pinched him hard.

"Willy!!!" The boy looked at Fara. "Well nyubit? Nothing but nyubit, mukul, nabok, ninj—AAWWWW!!!"

This time, the boy squealed harder and longer. Fara pinched him unmitigated.

He thinks being pinched doesn't hurt what?

The pain is WOW!!!