REMEDIALLY
Heat-lowering drugs

Mima could feel the roar of time re-spinning in her ears, when the classic radio in the grandmother's house managed to turn on. Six o'clock newsreels that used to accompany the activity throughout the morning, traditional instrumental humming from Minang Saiyo broadcasts flowed along Mima bathing and dressing.

“Hope is here yes, Mim, Etek to the market first, dih,” shouted Tek Na from the back door after delivering dishes for Mima.

“Jadih, Etek! Thanks,” said Mima from her room.

“Well almost half seven,” said Mima saw a round clock on the wall of the room, I mean Mima, why it's seven hours Shaka hasn't come for breakfast yet,  this week Mima got used to the noise of the commotion at the dinner table as Shaka prepared food, sometimes washing dishes and doing other homework.

Mima opened the wooden window of her room, the smell of wet cantile flowers, basil leaves and night flowers spread into the smell, but the window of the garden house was still tightly closed, the door too.

For a moment Mima continued to dress, before wearing the hijab, did not forget to take the black snail Shaka gave and wear it, so that the hijab she was wearing looked neater, then sat her lip of the bed, and then sat her lip of the bed, with eyes that keep looking out the window.

Mima just daubed the screen of the device without a meaningful purpose, his eyes are still focused on researching the garden house that is still quiet.

“Shaka where the hell is it?”

Mima decides to go see for herself what the man is doing, they can be late for the first lesson.

The high door of the garden house was not locked, when Mima entered, the atmosphere of the house was quite dark, the lighting was turned off, only sunlight from the ventilation irradiated the walls of the newly varnished teak wood, the, Shaka was curled up in a thick blanket, lying on a long wooden bench in the living room, his legs bent because they did not fit long on the bench, his body facing the window, his back to Mima.

“Shaka,” call Mima.

The summoned twirled his body when he realized Mima was coming, half his blanket he lowered so that he revealed his body which was only wearing a thin T-shirt. His eyes blinked warding off the glare rays.

“Ay,” call her shaking.

“You sick?” Mima approached and pressed his palm against Shaka's forehead bathed in sweat.

“Demam nih,” continued Mima, Shaka kept his forehead away from Mima's hands, Mima examined the red patches under Shaka's nose, exfoliating the hardened marks on the skin of the face.

From a short distance Shaka noticed Mima's much neater hijab, only today did she wear the snail that Shaka gave her the other day.

“This is blood?”

Shaka himself rubbed with his thumb the rest of the blood, he shook his head then inched to sit, his head felt quite heavy, but he did not want to make Mima worry especially to think about taking him to the doctor.

“Ay, you are beautiful,” the compliment is sincere.

“It's blood, Shaka. You sick? I'm just loh.”

“Yes, Kaya has a fever. Please let me know to class yes, but I have nothing, you are enough to let me rest all day, God willing, tonight is fine, and please, don't ever take me to the doctor, yeah. And don't worry, I'm fine,” explained Shaka.

Murat was worried about being seen on Mima's face, he tried to examine Shaka's explanation.

“Don't be crazy, you, if I'm the one being investigated by the police how?”

A look of laughter hung on Shaka's face.

“I won't do anything, Ay. It's just the effect of our trip, it feels quite painful, you will also feel later, but hopefully you are too sick.”

“Sebentar.”

Mima leaves Shaka behind and returns with an aluminum container with a small towel.

“Put it there, later I compress myself,” pinta Shaka.

Shaka nodded, his face grimacing as he held the back of his neck which felt almost out of pain.

“You want me to get you medicine?” Mima was really worried to see Shaka's dark skin turn pale yellow, his facial features also looked so tormented.

“Medicine? Do you have any medicine other than bodrexin with sassetan honey?” Although he was holding linu in some parts of the body he still had time to mop Mima.

“Haha, I don't like the bitter taste.”

“Too many swallow the bitterness of reality?”

“Do not sneak, deh,” cebik Mima, “Hei, If this is the effect of the trip, why should you bother coming here anyway?” ask the girl.

“Everyone who wants to go back to a time, there must be a goal, like you who have a goal for the Oxford scholarship requirements from kemdikbud right?”

“Then why are you in everything?”

Shaka straightened his seat back, sharp and fixedly staring at Mima's black bead of eyes.

“Em how yes, as I once said, in the future I will be a figure that is not too pleasant. Yeah, my mission is sort of creating memories. Also, let you really remedial, if you know the hassle of the future without the provision of true religious knowledge.”

“I have qualified religious knowledge, Mr. Fauzi ja who can keep score C even though my exam score is almost one hundred tuh,” protest Mima.

“You were right about your qualified Science, but wrong about Mr. Fauzi. He did that to all his students, it is because of your responsibility to the science, Ay,” explained Shaka.

“To what Mr. Fauzi did to me is evil. Delaying the ideals and dreams of an orphan just because of the value of C. Though charity business is not the realm of a guru.”

Shaka smiled at Mima's honest words, at least he understood the girl's strong desire for the continuity of her education.

“The orphan girl is like a wild plant, growing alone among ornamental flowers in a pot that is watered with affection every day, if she blooms and grows beautiful like any other flower, why is there a human like Mr. Fauzi who could pull it out and let the flower not get the goodness of the essence of soil starch?”

“Ssut!” Shaka glued his index finger to his own lips, Mima was still mistaken about the wildflower philosophy.

“Your analogue is not right, Ay,” entertain Shaka.

“What? Since I was a child I used to lose, I tried to be the best to achieve my dreams with my efforts because I realized I could not depend on anyone! But, Mr. Fauzi ..”

“Ayumna beautiful, enough .. can not gibahin the teacher himself, lost later the blessing of science,” remember Shaka, “losing it the essence of life, no relationship with Mr. Fauzi, hehe.”

Mima silenced, lazy to continue the debate. For Mima Shaka will never understand his efforts so far, how disappointed and suicidal it feels when the reason for his death is only because of the value of C.

“Pak Fauzi only carries out his duties as an educator, but yes .. That is, every human must have been an antagonist in the script of someone else's life.”

The roar of the motorbike stopped in front of the main courtyard, Mima and Shaka looked at each other, it seemed like they were well acquainted with the owner who knew the pot.

“Acquired again?” shaka asked with a dislike look.

“I'm leaving, yes.” Mima took something out of his bag, “ini if the fever does not go down you also eat at once three aja.” one box of medicine orange Mima left on the table.

The girl then took her bag back and left Shaka, who was left smiling holding a medicine box with a picture of Mima's mainstay citrus fruit.

You keep me fever reducer, but you also make me hot.