THE SOUL OF MAYRA

60 (Former santri)

Day by day, hour by hour, second by second. Today is a pretty fun day because Zikra invited Mayra and Fara to celebrate Mayra's victory in the Qur'an tartil race two days ago.

At half-eight in the evening, ayla's white car stopped in front of the grandfather's gate. You can guess who the owner is, Zikra.

"You guys wait a long time? I'm so sorry, yeah."

"Not what, brother. Relax with us. Yeah, right, May?"

Mayra nodded, giving Fara a voice of support.

"Yes, come in!"

During the drive to a restaurant that Zikra chose for dinner tonight, small talk fills the car dominated by Maher Zain's voice.

Until Zikra's white ayla car stops at the spacious parking lot but solid—maybe because of the Sunday night people hangout—they went down. The arrival of the three teenagers was enough to attract the attention of some visitors. More precisely teenage girls visitors who might pay attention to Zikra.

However, be aware that some of the girls also talk about Mayra's style of appearance that is closed to the point of not seeing how her body shape.

Isn't that supposed to be worn like Mayra wears?

And for the woman who does not close her aura, is it not said to be clothed but naked?

The world is getting weird. Crime and crime are becoming more rampant. Making people who are self-aware of the transience of the world increase repentance to the Creator. The living will die. The mortal will be destroyed. The only eternal is God.

"You choose the menu, I want to go to the bathroom," Zikra said before leaving the two girls she was carrying.

"I know you must have heard them say, May. Don't be afraid, yeah!"

Fara was worried that the sentence that was not supposed to come out of the speech was hurting her cousin's heart. Mayra commented with a smile, a sign that it was okay.

Time passed by not felt, the dinner show was now over. Leave small talk at their table. Zikra and Fara were more domineering than ever. Mayra will talk if her response is really necessary. If it's a joke, he just smiles. A beautiful smile, of course, not a smile.

Zikra stared at the expensive watch on his left arm. He looked back at Mayra and Fara alternately.

"What are you, May? I'm, anyway, still here. But, if you go home now, I'll go home."

"Yes, Brother. We're going home now."

Mayra's answer made Fara tick. "I'd guess. Brother Zikra maklumin aja, yes, if Mayra does not like it outside especially the night longer. He's an ex-santri about it."

Zikra. He was struck by the words of Fara. Really, he just learned something from Mayra.

"Well, I'm ashamed of you, May. I am a gini man still lack religious knowledge. As for you, even far above me" said Zikra not looking for face. "If my kayak is abandoned, the priests of the future are destroyed!"

Mayra is insensitive. As for Fara, she smiled glancing at Mayra.

"Ehem!"

Mayra and Zikra simultaneously stared at Fara. "This code, huh, brother?"

"What code?" asked Zikra while frowning.

"Ah, innocence also turns out Brother Zikra is like Mayra."

Zikra chuckled little to hear it. He is indeed insensitive to the insinuation of Fara. Not pretending to be stupid.

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Pass Revision June 28, 2021