REMEDIALLY
Class Guardians

“I represent the school for a meticulous intelligent race, the day after tomorrow.” Dheo turned his head back as the motorbike stopped due to traffic lights, while Mima's eyes checked left and right fearing being caught by Mr. Fauzi again.

“Oh-Oh yes? you will win!” replied Mima, who he knew Dheo always won the match, especially if it was Indonesian and literary branch.

“Eh so?”

“Iya really, did win.”

“Aamiin, thank you for the prayer. If I win, we'll be yuk?” dheo replied spontaneously, his hand had already grabbed Mima's palm, his head turned back to observe the look on the girl's face.

“Ha?” mima replied with a look of disbelief.

They were quite close for a week, Dheo often sent him short messages to say good morning and good night. Once Dheo sent a message rather long, but on the screen Mima's phone is only partially read, at the end of the text appears the writing of some lost text.

Mima frowned at Dheo's invitation.

Did you just think for a moment when for one week we were so free, holding hands, rubbing heads, sandals, even stole one kiss on my cheek, right? time we spend on the beach said, last Saturday?

Mesrahan under the guise of studying together until he forgot time, Mima even overslept when accompanying Dheo studying at boarding school.

So all this time?

“Yes, let me have the vibrancy,” Dheo said again.

The lights turn green, the legendary iron horse races back with the vehicles streaking towards their respective destinations.

“If you don't win we win?” mima Sarcas.

“He, yes no too, how will you be later.”

Mima was disappointed, indirectly Dheo risked their closeness to the front, but not Mima name if it was easy to despair, especially he knew Dheo would indeed win.

***

The lesson hours were empty before the second break, the class leader reported there was an impromptu teacher meeting. All the students cheered happily, while Mima chose to complete the assigned task.

“Still learn that you, Mim. Happy once in a while why?” ledek Farha— my friend Mima who was shaking her head following the music from her Chinese blackkberry.

Farha thrusts her headset next to Mima's.

“Ha, sing first lai us for a while, consider aja relaxation” take Farha.

Mima glued the connector, the sound of the lyrics sung by members of the Staircase group.

Love cannot change as quickly as when I fall in love.

The song was quite popular in the days of Mima High School, and also fits perfectly with her lover's life.

Mima glanced at the back bench, there was less than the eyes because there was no Shaka, but more unsettling it was the bench next to Shaka who was also empty.

Dheo where?

Mima knows where Dheo is, she hands the headset back to Farha and walks out to see if Dheo is really where she thinks he is.

Starting down the narrow back corridor of the classroom, the hallway was quite dark but never quiet, Mima's steps stopped when she saw a group of male students, especially men who were holding their seats and strumming guitars while singing.

Someone next to the man nudged his friend's shoulder as a gesture to look towards Mima. Dheo smiled sweetly and stood up.

Still with the guitar in hand, Dheo approached Mima while strumming the strings, playing the intro of a song.

Beautiful ... want the heart to whisper

His hand skillfully played the key he had already memorized, his eyes were no less shrewdly diving into the black bead of the girl in front.

To let go of your anxiety, oh..

Beautiful …

It was as if the compliment was indeed for a Mima.

Mima glued his five fingers to the guitar strings to stop Dheo from making it Gr-an. Not to mention the horde of his friends had been whistling at Dheo's behavior that did not know the place.

“Shame, Dhe, rame people,” growled Mima gauntlet.

“Merem aja so as not to look at his people,”

“Dih, you yes!” Mima hits Dheo's arm, Dheo just catches the hand.

“You're not learning? Don't you want a race tomorrow?”

“And you told me I would win, so it's hard to learn,”.

“Which there is yes like that, where might be able to win if not learn.”

“Ke class, yuk!” as Dheo clasped Mima's hand, Mima nodded, they held hands down the small hallway, Dheo in front pulling Mima's hand behind her.

“I've learned, I'll study again tonight. If forced later overload even forget all,” explained Dheo.

Mima nodded in understanding, Dheo is indeed the type of human child who never seemed to seriously study but in fact he was a champion in many subjects. Many trophies that he has donated to his school, especially in the field of Indonesian.

They're in class, sitting on their benches, Mima facing back, they're talking so close.

“If tomorrow wins, the prize is the original Blackberry, Mim,” said Dheo, for him the prize is very special considering that at that time he only relied on Asha nokkia phones.

“Wah, cool lah!”

“Hem, can write on fbku, can access the blog without the need to cafe, and .. can chat the same ask send your photo.”

“Kok even that anyway?” mima replied blushing.

Mima remembers in the days after graduation, Dheo's blog was the one he saw most often. Dheo writes a lot of cool stuff there, Mima likes, Mima falls in love with every character that Dheo strives for.

“Just if I win we'll be!”

Mima was still digesting the call, a kind of gamble but she was happy. That means the chance to remedial the future can also be one way.

“Udah azan, pray yuk!” take Dheo when I hear the azan from the school music loudspeaker.

“Temple!” mima replied with a faint smile.

“Oh, Okay.”

“I wait beside musala, yes.”

“Ngga perak, Mim. Abis zuhur Pak Fauzi directly entered the classroom usually,” prevent Dheo.

“Oh, Okay.”

***

Sure enough, after the prayer Zuhur congregated Pak Fauzi - the homeroom of class 12 IPA One, entered the class. The teacher of Fiqh subjects noticed one by one the students who lived in the class, of course, only female students had a reason not to pray.

Mr. Fauzi has a habit of paying attention to the worship of his students at school, for him there is no point in learning the laws of worship if not doing it.

Mr. Fauzi felt responsible for instilling worship habits in all the madrasah students he taught, for this reason, the final value usually becomes a kind of reward as well as punishment if there are students who are caught underestimating the affairs of that one, no matter how clever. Once he was known every time he changed years.

“Mima,” called him to make Mima who was reading a book surprised, like dejavu, the girl already knew what Mr. Fauzi would ask.

“Why do you pray, Mima?” asked the middle-aged teacher, exactly the same as the one that just echoed in Mima's mind.

Mima was thinking of a different answer than her answer a few years ago.

“Em, I ... it's a hitch, Sir,” Mima replied nervously, of course she's lying.

Mima did not want to worship just because he was afraid of the teacher, according to Mima he just had not found the essence of the need to worship, if only for fear of the teacher is the same as against his conscience and his brain that many questions it.

“Truely so? Last week you were also unlucky, meaning it's the seventh day?” Mr. Fauzi noted something next to the name mima in the attendance book.

Jesus, recorded?

Mima did not answer anymore, at least he was free from bad judgment for today.

Not long after that, other students walked into the classroom and were ready to receive lessons from the teacher they were most reluctant to.

Silent class, Only the hoarse voice of Mr. Fauzi who occasionally coughed using when too tired to use the lecture method explained the state law material that afternoon.

Two hours of grueling subjects for students, which they are actually afraid of is not material, but the advice of Mr. Fauzi at the end of each hour face-to-face.

“You who are in school here are madrasah children, it should not be in the subject of Fiqh only you behave like this,” he said starting advice, human spies who had been sleepy while awake, he said, because if it's like this there are usually those who are litigating in their class.

“Please take care of yourself, you may be able to be free from my judgment, but not from the Supreme Supervising One. I am responsible because I am your teacher, I do not want the name of the school to be polluted, especially your own name.”

“Iya, sir ..” say simultaneously to students waiting for when the bell will ring.

“Do not Yes .. yes .. aja.”

“As a homeroom teacher, I don't care if you can't answer the exam, this material can be obtained anywhere later, but I am disappointed that your behavior has not changed despite three years of studying all kinds of branches of religious sciences in this madrassa, then there is only the value of A or C for you. Hopefully this can be my way of keeping the morale of my students from this increasingly terrible association.”

“Especially for female students, take care of your marwah! No more me see madrasah boy dating boncery in the middle of the road, a hug on the waist, chin on the stick-tempel to the shoulder of the legs, hish... shame the same hood on the head!”

Mima was surprised, her body stiffened, goosebumps instantly. Though he had already felt safe from insinuation because it seemed like Pak Fauzi's nagging was for all students, it turned out that the last sentence was fixed for him.

He wanted to disappear at that moment.