REMEDIALLY
Let's sohan!

Mima Gontai steps down the bike parking lot, Mr. Fauzi's speech managed to get into his mind. Right, but what can he do? when the person he had liked before could only approach when it was different dimensions, it seemed that the stubborn one would not stop there.

After arriving at the parking lot with an old canopy, Mima just remembered he did not bring a bicycle. The girl breathed as hard as her mind.

“You are here apparently!” It was Dheo's voice, startling him as Mima turned around.

“You,” exclaimed Mima nervously, if he met Dheo must have forced Dheo to drive him home, while the shock after being insinuated by Mr. Fauzi has not yet disappeared.

“Why come here? Don't bring a bike.”

“Iya, forgot.”

“Thinking what the hell, Gadih?” Dheo gently patted Mima's head, “wait here, I take the motor, yes.” The motor with the racing exhaust he was always proud of.

Mima made sure on his left and right there was no Mr. Fauzi or the like, then he nodded slowly, there was no way he could go home on foot.

“I wait at the back stop aja.” Of course he's not that brave for the schoolyard bonfire.

***

Dheo was startled when he stopped in front of a stop quite far from the school building, as he saw Mima a short-haired beautiful girl standing draped over a neatly folded t-shirt veil on her right arm.

“Mim?” dheo said, still confused to see the girl directly climb into the back bonfire.

“You heard that Mr Fauzi said that he was ashamed of the head? Yes ... honestly very embarrassed, so now let's not be embarrassed, the hood has been removed, let's go!” mima's orders, his palm patted Dheo's shoulder while wrapping his arm as usual.

Dheo is still confused, but increasingly stunned to steal a look at the beautiful girl from the mirror of his motorcycle, Mima still combing her short hair with her fingers.

“Why see me?” He saw Dheo still glancing from the glass.

“Very beautiful,” praise Dheo stunned.

You just found out?

***

The door of Mima's house opened, she smiled with relief, meaning Shaka had recovered from her illness, sure enough the man was enjoying lunch at the table.

The food in Shaka's mouth was stuck in his esophagus when he saw Mima coming home already without her hood, with the girl casually pulling a chair and sitting in front of Shaka.

“Udah healthy, yes?” tanyakanya.

“Ay, where are you from?”

“From school it is,” the answer is relaxed.

“Luckily answer, where's your veil?”

“In the bag,” he said, “You're well, Mas Shaka?” Mima pressed her question.

Shaka's head is getting sicker seeing Mima's appearance, Mima tells the reason she opened her veil on the road, about going home with Dheo, also about Pak Fauzi's satirical sentence in front of the class.

“Astagfirullah, if this is the story I don't believe you can improve the same value he,” Shaka scolded.

“He who said, being together on the street is inappropriate, ashamed of the head!” repeat Mima imitating the sentence Mr. Fauzi said.

“His behavior is left behind, Ay. Not even the hood, it's the wrong fabric what?”

“I know, Shaka, but thank God it wasn't discovered. From tomorrow I'm more careful, let it all end soon. Doain, yes.”

“Engga!” shaka firmly.

“You jealous or how?” Mima's face was completely innocent as she asked.

“Not about jealousy, Ayumna. Why should I be jealous too? justin aja my soul mate is now guarded with his girlfriend, in the future I just accept clean aja.” That's Shaka, never running out of words to answer Mima.

“Heh!?” Mima raised her eyebrows and lips.

He left Shaka alone at the table, then went in and slammed the room door hard enough, then threw his body on the bed, his brain kept thinking to be able to remedial the future.

Her spirit is increasingly encouraged when replying to texts from Dheo who always gives her news, Mima can not wait for the announcement tomorrow, Dheo victory and.

Be so!

...***...

“Be careful!” tekik Shaka when he saw the hijab of Mima fluttering because of the speed of the girl pedaling the bike, Shaka's wet hair even felt the semriwing of the wind from the speed of Mima's bike.

Shaka sincerely, all morning walk behind Mima who has far pedaled. Better so than seeing Dheo pick up with his racing bike, where is Dheo today?

It wasn't about jealousy or other miserable feelings, he had sacrificed a lot to be able to come here. Like Mima, Shaka also has a purpose.

In the future, he is a man who regrets being the most unpleasant thing for Mima, which is the main reason Shaka wants to fix everything, if not change the future, he said, at least I can create memories.

“But look, the subject of changing is not easy.” The man continued on his way to school.

...***...

As a new student, Shaka does not have many close friends, especially he often becomes a place to vent Farhana saban break time.

Poor, inevitably have to serve Farha with words that sometimes make no sense. This afternoon, for example, just now Shaka wants to go to the library to accompany Mima, Farha has already withdrawn her hand.

Mima gave Shaka a nod code to get both out to the library, before Farha held the man's arm.

“Eh where are you going?” prevent Farha.

“Ke library, Far. You want to come?” Mima answered.

“This you, Mim, have no new Dheo to accompany Shaka. Sana alone, I want to talk important with Shaka,” said Farha.

Mima rolled her eyeballs, since when did Farhana become so spoiled pretentious?

“Em, Far, but I do want to go to the library, there is something I want to look for.” It was Shaka's voice trying to evade Farha.

“I'm alone!” cetus Mima, he did not want to linger seeing Farha's whining.

“Nah, the Mima can be alone her.” Farha cheerful.

Shaka resigned, staring at the nanar Mima's departure.

“What the hell is it, Far? Don't overdo it, not good loh,” said Shaka reminded, uncomfortable too if Farha had slipped.

“Shaka, why the hell is the sweetness of ga humane?” Farha solemnly said it, indeed that was what was seen in her eyes the first time Shaka entered their classroom.

“Where?” Shaka smiled GR as well.

“That's it, not strong I see.” Farha closed her eyes with her hands.

“You know the bag that made me think of this week?” ask Farha again.

Shaka shook his head, caring deeply about Farha's bag collection.

"Don't know."

“Even if you return my feelings,hiks!” Farha's face asked for mercy from Shaka, but the man simply rolled his eyeballs. Really this Farha, has made Shaka cancel to the library with Mima, plus must hear his spare change.

O Allah, this is very well a handsome teenager, why not pass my face, O Allah.

Erang full of confidence, occasionally feeling good looking may not matter, he thought.

Shaka's age is only one year older than Mima, 27, Farha's jokes are too crisp for Shaka, but she tries to get back at him so Farha doesn't expect much.

“Iya want how again Far.” Shaka put on a serious face.

“Duh, how ... how?” Farha's response seemed to be getting ready to receive Shaka's fist.

“If forced, we are like Jakarta to Pariaman, close to the map, far from reality.”

“Shaka!” farha shouted still with intonation that made Shaka nauseous.

***

Shaka was forced to hide after the prayers of the nobility in order to enjoy the second hour of rest without Farha. Eat noodles at the school cafeteria, together with Mima.

“You still menstruate?” shaka asked Mima, because it had been more than a week he had never seen Mima pray.

Mima reflexes looked at Shaka in wonder.

“I'm not menstruating, why?”

“Loh it in the presence book there is a statement from Mr. Fauzi, who in the information on the date it is usually the schedule of menstruation in the class right?” Actually Shaka already knew it was only Mima's wits, he deliberately wanted to know Mima's true reason.

Mima's eyes bully in disbelief, Shaka and Pak Fauzi are completely the same.

“Apaan anyway! none of your business, you know not?” Mima's tone changed irritated, but since then their chat was quite relaxed.

“I'm Just Nanya, Ay.” Shaka defended himself, not to be scolded by Mima.

The tension was paused when someone approached their table with such glee, but the excitement was only shared for Mima.

“Mima, I won!” Dheo's voice cheered as if there was no Shaka among them, shaking Mima's shoulders.

Dheo with his own initiative stood up to grab Shaka's hand.

“Hey, brother! congratulations, congratulations!” Shaka's turn shook Dheo's hand, of course Dheo looked strangely at him.

“Still!” dheo said he was trying to take off Shaka's hand.

But the man hugged her.

“One more time congratulations, our school must be proud of this achievement!” Shaka patted Dheo's shoulder.

Dheo is uncomfortable and tries to remove the embrace while looking at Shaka suspiciously.

Don't-don't he …

“Ngga need to hug too, woi!” objurgation.

“He, sorry .. sorry!”

Dheo looked back at Mima.

“Mim, look!” Dheo held out a paper bag containing a gift.

“Congratulations yes.” Mima tried not to look tacky, but his heart was cheering, not for the victory of Dheo, but for one of his missions.

“You helped me activate this new phone, yes, yuk!”

Dheo pulled Mima's wrist out of the long wooden canteen bench.

“Iya, yes ... come on, but let go first, not nice to see the other.”

Shaka almost slammed the table with half a glass of Mima's orange juice suit.

***

While waiting for the final subject hour in class, Mima helps Dheo turn on the gift phone for the first time.

Mima is familiar with the 3.5-inch device, at that time maybe this object is already the most sophisticated. Technology is growing very rapidly.

“It can already send photos to you right?” ask Dheo.

Dheo who is smart this year turned out to be quite hick for Mima who is familiar with cutting-edge technology.

“But, you have to fill the package first.”

“Oh okay, easy go!” exclaimed Dheo, I don't know what photo he wants to send to Mima.

“Congratulations once again, why are you back at school again?”

Usually students who participate in activities can go directly home, they will be very privileged especially if they bring victory.

In Pariaman Dheo lived in a boarding house, his parents lived in Pasaman district, almost four hours from Pariaman city.

“I can't wait to tell you.” Dheo's eyes sparkled saying that.

“And I know,” replied Mima.

“Iya, I won Mim. You don't want to be my girlfriend? If you don't want anything, let me be your girlfriend, how?”