REMEDIALLY
Roam

I want Mima to scream, at least from the heart. He should be euphoric hearing Dheo's words. A single being living inside the garden of the sanitary ware, the only name he always started with may.

May Dheo be his future, may Dheo be proud of his achievements, may Dheo turn his heart and forget his wife.

A few seconds Mima waited for the effect of that sweet sentence, the word she had been waiting for for a short period of time, Mima had already surpassed several years to even come back here to listen to this invitation. But six pulses of seconds passed without any meaningful shakes.

The sentence only entered from the right ear and passed from the left ear.

Hey, Mima, let's go and make fun! This is what Lo wait, Dheo Dezola this loh, the guy who Lo said Soleh, pinter se Madrasah, again declared his feelings, Dheo ngajakin dating woi! Future remedial mission Lo checklis one!

"Mimma?" Dheo awakened Mima's daydreams, impatiently waiting for the answer that would determine today on the date of their creation.

Unfortunately, the clattering of Chemistry teacher's pantofel shoes has been heard, all students scramble back to their respective benches, including Shaka who walks right behind his teacher, it turns out that Shaka called for the teacher to immediately enter their class, not wanting Dheo to chat any longer so close to Mima.

After sitting on the bench, Shaka looked at Dheo with a cruel look.

“Onde, Manga And Ko?” (Why Lo) asked Dheo in surprise and was a little scared by Shaka's gaze.

***

Two hours of Chemistry subjects passed, a little material about benzene compounds, the rest heard the teacher tell his children's achievements at home.

“Duh, sorry, yes. Mom so vent.” The mother grinned while glancing at the clock on her wrist.

“Next, Mom!” shouted some students simultaneously, they are the type of students who do not like to learn, since earlier pretended to be enthusiastic to hear the Teacher Proud his son.

“The hours are over, Mom. We are given a task at home,” said Mima, he does not like if someone uses lesson hours not to learn, since long ago for Mima it was a loss to lose time for valuable material.

“Wooooo!!”

It was clear that Mima's words were cheered on by the class students, but she didn't care.

“Well, really you, Mima! Smart kid, yasudah.” The Chemistry teacher returned to his desk and opened the limit of the LKS page that had not been done.

“Then, do your LKS at home, from page 5 to 20, yes, next week we correspond together!”

“Nyebelin bang Lo, Mim!” as Farha was upset, this fellow of his cleverness was indeed quite troublesome for the ummah.

“Loh, it's good, Far, so next week our teacher won't vent about the greatness of his son again,” Mima replied.

“Bia see!" (let it be)

Mima was indifferent, choosing to mark tasks on her chemistry worksheet.

Chemistry teacher out of class, followed by the students who brought their prayer equipment, yes, azan zuhur just passed.

As usual, Mima chose to stay on the bench, he knew Shaka was also still on the bench watching his movements, occasionally the corner of Mima's eyes confirmed whether Shaka would move.

“You didn't go to mushola?” Mima raised her face, Shaka was still at home looking at her.

“You still menstruate?” Shaka stood up, sitting on Farha's bench.

“And I told you, none of your business.” Cuek, Mima continued his work, this time pretending to read the Chemistry material earlier.

“Shalat yuk!” take Shaka gently.

Mima shook her head without looking at Shaka.

“Why the hell? try here the story, why is it so heavy for prayer?”

Mima shakes in shame.

“I'm sure it's not because lazy.”

“Because I can't stop the speed of my brain thinking, even during prayer. My body prays but my mind wanders.”

Shaka smiled mysteriously hearing Mima's reason. Indeed, who can completely not think when praying?

“The name is also exercise, Ay. I am also used to it long. Khusyu it needs practice, but that does not mean that ga khusyu then does not want to pray,” explained Shaka.

“Lagian mending dong, pray with wandering mind, than have wandered but do not pray too." The intonation is arranged in such a way that the sentence blows right into the heart of Mima who is always inferior to logic.

Mima's eyes are patterning, Shaka's analogy is simple, but it is perfectly acceptable. Finally the girl opened the backpack and picked up her white face.

“Nah turned out to bring mukenah loh.”

Mima locked his mouth and ignored Shaka's words, they both headed towards the musala, Shaka in front, Mima behind him.

Mima deliberately walked slowly so that Shaka steps far in front of him, Shaka until turned back, he thought Mima changed his mind, the girl seemed to pay attention to right and left like looking for something.

“Nyariin what?” tanya Shaka walked backwards towards Mima.

“Pak Fauzi,” replied Mima ketus.

“Loh?”

“Iya dong, later I have made a cape-cape of prayer but he does not see, it is the same.”

Shaka was surprised, but beristighfar in his heart, Mima was willing to go to the mosque for him already a meaningful progress.

“Ayumna, although Mr. Fauzi does exist, but his Lord Mr. Fauzi is Seeing, He knows you want to pray, Mim.”

Despite believing the truth in Shaka's sentence, Mima still dislikes it, he still wants Mr. Fauzi to see this effort. Mima walked ahead of Shaka, when he arrived at the musala, the prayer congregation had already sat the final word, Mima deliberately waited for everything to be finished and prayed alone.

She was not really alone, behind the green curtain, Shaka was also setting up four rakaats at the same time.

***

Shaka with his trademark smile approached Mima who was tidying up the veil from the black glass window of the musala, Mima who saw Shaka behind him then asked.

“So there's Pak Fauzi not in front?” ask Mima.

Shaka was bubbling, that Fiqh teacher was indeed invisible.

“Huft, we go back to class through the teacher's room, yuk!” take Mima.

“Let's see Mr Fauzi?”

“Let him see I'm new abis salat, can not be a consideration.” Mima rushed towards the direction of the teacher room, no problem even though the road to the classroom became further away.

“Sabar, Shaka .. patience!” Shaka massaged his chest while sulking the girl's steps.