THE SOUL OF MAYRA

13. (One morning)

Efforts will not betray results.

The sentence that Mayra muttered yesterday to encourage her now revolved again in her mind.

Thank goodness, all also for the will of God, two trophies were brought home by Mayra and one of the santri—partner race Mayra in the advanced city in the qira'ah race. Yes, they were champions in yesterday's race!

Kayla and Safa who heard it were also very happy. They are proud of Mayra and Santri representatives of the As-Salam boarding school for being able to bring trophies, and the name of the pesantren.

Even though Mayra is a champion but does not make it big head. He is a champion because of God. Without him, maybe the cup that was brought yesterday would not be in the boarding school today.

Sometimes, people forget all their achievements during this time. They pride themselves on even partying to celebrate the achievements they receive. And forget about God. The Most Powerful and Mighty.

Astagfirullahal!

Mayra prayed in her heart, may she not include such a person. And may he be kept away from those who boast and forget God.

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A man in his sixties with some gray hair but looks still fit and fresh, pensive in the living room. Laptop screen is on but ignored. His favorite tea was also ignored.

The shadow of death has been haunting since last night. Grandfather was really contemplating to the point of not focusing on the surroundings.

"Pa!"

Grandma came out from behind the wall that became the barrier between the living room and the family room. I want to say goodbye to Grandpa. But, grandpa's attitude made grandma sigh.

From yesterday, Grandpa was silent and silent. His appetite also decreased. Grandpa who usually likes to sunbathe in the back was now choosing to dwell with his proposal.

Unusually!

Grandma was astonished. Whenever asked, grandfather always shakes his head or not, grandfather will divert it. Grandpa purposely shut up and covered it up.

"Pa!" Grandma approached the grandfather who was daydreaming. Actually daydreaming is not good, but sometimes someone daydreams to reflect on the problem. "Mom's going to the supermarket first, huh?"

Grandfather simply nodded and accepted the hands of the grandmother who was about to shake hands. It is a sign of respect for a wife to her husband.

"Don't daydream, Pa!" Grandma got up and left. "Assalamualaik."

Grandpa scooped his face and then took a stand. Then, "Waalaikumsalam."

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Day change day. On this Sunday morning the santri-santriwati go hand in hand to clean the boarding environment.

Everything looks compact not excepted. The santriwati who also take care of the kitchen look compact and work well together. Islamic ukhuwah is very applied. Without it, Muslims will be divided.

Beside the road to the pesantren there is Mayra who is waiting for the presence of Mbak Puja—santriwati senior. In his hand was a bag containing vegetables and kitchen spices.

The scorching sun shone on her making Mayra squint her eyes. His head did not stop looking to the right to the left to find the whereabouts of Mbak Puja. He said, Mbak Puja wants to go to the stall for a while. He wants to buy his needs when the moon happens to run out.

Almost half an hour Mayra stood there while talking, Mbak Puja never came. Mayra felt uncomfortable and a little disturbed when some santri who was about to pass by nearby.

It seems like the service work in the pesantren is done.

Until then santri putra more and more, a santri figure greeted him. Mayra hurriedly lowered her gaze so that she did not meet the greeting santri.

"Wait people?"

Teenage boys of the age of Mayra with sarongs and t-shirts, do not forget the peci that is always attached to ask. The one asked felt anxious. Afraid to talk about santri-santriwati who saw him talking to one of the santri.

Finally Mayra replied but only with a nod. His gaze continued to look down not daring to lift it even for a moment.

"Assalamualaik."

Mayra breathed a sigh of relief and smiled knotfully. Finally the person who had been waiting for him came as well. Alhamdulillahot.

Along with the arrival of Mbak Puja, santri was leaving.

"Why are you still here, May?" Mbak Puja took over the grocery bag from Mayra's hand. They started walking to the pesantren.

Mayra smiled as she looked down at the street. "May know why."

Ma'am Puja nodded, Mayra is right. Mayra was still there because she was waiting for him. "But Ma'am told Abyaz to tell you, let's go home first. She didn't say?"

Mayra shakes. He didn't meet Abyaz other than that, yes! Santri who greeted Mayra was Abyaz, as well as his girlfriend yesterday.

"Lupain, Ma'am." Mayra doesn't want to talk about anything anymore. Not because it is not okay, but unconsciously Mbak Puja talks about people who are not mahramnya.

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NO BUCIN😂🤧