THE SOUL OF MAYRA

23. (Period of prostration)

"God willing..."

After that sentence was said, granny's smile rose. Two people of old age who after discussing grief and now staring at skyscrapers, trees that are rarely seen even other vehicles.

Hundreds or even thousands of vehicles on the road that alus smooth. The wheel rotates to where the driver is going. Let God be the driver, and the man of his vehicle.

That's what life is. Many give surprises, laughter, grief, to unexpected calamities. All because of God. And, will return to God.

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Seemed peaceful when looking at the row of shaf full of tight filled servants of God who are solemn facing the Creator. Where everything is carried out by sequence, from the takbiratul ihram to the final superstition.

Something is different this time. If the other has risen from his bow and is the end. Mayra is still at home with her bow.

And something different again. When all began to fervently wirid, the girl mengukena white channel with blue flower motif still stick her forehead and nose on the earth.

Making some santriwati nearby immediately anxious. Mayra doesn't usually prostrate all this time. In fact, Aina's ustadzah had called Mayra's name.

One second!

Two seconds

Three seconds!

Hasn't changed. Mayra still kowtowed despite the many who swarmed her at this moment. Surrounding a girl who prostrates but does not wake up.

Kayla's tears are dripping. He closed his mouth so that the sound of crying that was getting louder did not spread. He touched Mayra's back. Her face was softly felt in Kayla's palm.

"May ...!!"

The call came from Safa. That girl is just like Kayla. Tears without aba. Makes the atmosphere there tense. Very tense!

"Attahiyatul mubarakatussholawatut thoyyibatulillah...."

Slowly the santriwati who surround Mayra return to their respective prayer mats. Only the bodies of Aina, Kayla and Safa are left nearby. They wait for Mayra to greet.

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A small towel that is often used to compress, is now attached to Mayra's forehead. There was Kayla sitting on the edge of her bed. Which always compresses it continuously.

If the water in the towel had gone, Kayla dipped it back in the small basin she had taken.

Mayra's lips are a little pale. His eyes were nothing like before and before. Now those eyes look so cute. However, one thing that never changes even though Mayra's condition is not good. Mayra's smile never drowned. That's what hasn't changed.

"Udah May, you're sick again. Take a lot of rest, don't smile just." That's Kayla. Trying to break the silence in their dorm room. Because other santriwati are participating in pesantren activities.

"What the hell are you, La?" Mayra is widening her smile. A warm smile that sows. "Why don't you come down? Wanna skip?"

Kayla. "That's a big deal, May. No pa-pa at all. I'm here for permission to take care of you, May. And that includes good deeds, right?"

"Yes, it was a good deed. But ... are you not comfortable tonight do not study the yellow book in ndalem?"

Once again Kayla cengengesan. "Where is the money, May? Just glad I am. You escaped from—"

"Kyla!" The call turned two girls there. There are beautiful ukhti. "Why are you here? Gih to Abah's ndalem."

Deterred was the hope Kayla escaped the yellow book test that would definitely befall him. Kayla is turning lethargic.

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