THE SOUL OF MAYRA

68 (God's Surprise)

Dusk. The sky grew reddish with the white clouds. The wind blew, hitting the plain black robe that Mayra was wearing right now. The instant rectangular hijab of his army color swayed with the wind.

The girl was silent in place. Currently he and Zikra had been in front of the black gate of the grandfather's house.

So you're nolak?

Zikra's sentence is still clear. The two men were silent after Zikra said So you refuse? in his car earlier. Until now they are still both silent.

"I'm sorry for that one," said Zikra breaking her silence there. He stared fixedly at the girl in front of him who had always been a yellow rice. "Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam, Brother," replied Mayra inwardly. He called Zikra after that made Zikra stop getting into the car. This time Zikra faced Mayra again.

"Sister Zikra believes everything is the same as God. What He planned was nothing that didn't materialize."

Zikra wasn't smiling or anything. He just stared at Mayra who was looking down.

"I know Brother Zikra is disappointed. But, what can I do, brother?" Mayra said again, "I am giving up, giving up everything to God. I hope Brother Zikra is too."

Mayra could hear Zikra's breathing. Their distance is not too far, but not too close.

"I'll try, May." Zikra commented on her smile even though her disappointment was still left. "Thank you for today. Have a long holiday."

"You too, brother. Brother Zikra prepare carefully for the education of his next brother. May Allah always make matters easier for Brother Zikra."

"May .. I will wait for you and fight for you through do'a."

After that, Zikra actually left. Although disappointed, he could not deny that there were flowers blooming in his heart. Every word Mayra said always meant something to her. The more days his admiration grew, the more unstoppable it became.

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Sorry for what I disappointed. Waallahi, I had no such intention at all. To whom I am disappointed, may Allah broaden his heart.

One paragraph that Mayra wrote on a mid-size notebook when the sun sank with her calamak.

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Today, Grandpa, Grandmother, and Mayra intend to visit the As-Salam pesantren as well as follow the studies in order haul Kyai Musropi, Abah Kyai caregiver of the current As-Salam pesantren.

They travel around the ground.

Now, dusk immediately greeted. Grandpa's car is still traveling to the boarding school which should be taken in half an hour.

Mayra chose to listen to the murrotal of the Qur'an using earphones. He closed his eyes as he lived each of the Qur'an's memorials that were read so eloquently and melodiously by the Qori'.

Tiiinnnnnn...!!!

The horn rang loudly on the highway. Until finally the sound of collisions and broken glass sterilize the riders who witnessed the crash this afternoon.

A girl named Mayra Athifa who was about to set the age at the figure of eighteen years, is now lying without life in the scene of a deadly accident that claimed the lives of the victims, including his grandparents.

Blood was drenched in the bodies of the victims, the car glass was broken into pieces, the state of the body of the car and a large truck became damaged. The victims lost their lives in the CTF that afternoon as well before dusk actually greeted.

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"Hisshh!! Mayra, I don't want to pick up my phone, anyway!?" grouse Fara.

He is currently in the vicinity of Marina Bay with his parents. He grumbled in annoyance. Don't know if he really misses Mayra, even though he had a video call ?

"Maybe Mayra's busy, Fara, that's it. Next week you'll see him again." Rika comforts her daughter.

"Mayra can't be busy, Ma!" refute Fara. He knew where Mayra was going. "Mayra today intends to visit the pesantren."

"Why?" ask Candra.

Zikra called Mayra's number. He was surprised that Mayra did not pick him up. In fact, the operator says: the number is off.

"Tomorrow I'll see you, May."

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Pass Revision July 2, 2021