REMEDIALLY
Sandiku, your name

Deliberately slow down in front of the teacher's room, Mima even invited Shaka to pause and pretend to justify the shoelaces, but the awaited ones did not appear in front of her, either, until a student brings a stack of textbooks to the teacher's room, Mima knows the book's cover.

“Ehhhh, uh .. bentar,” intercept Mima.

“Manga, Ni?” (Why, Brother?) the student seemed to object to being detained because the stack of books was quite heavy.

“Newly finished Fiqih clock huh?”

“Tantu iyo, deck it book fiqih nan den bao ko ha. Come on, Ni, berek ko, den latak an ciek lu into dih!” (yeah, this is the fiqh book I brought, yes, this is heavy, brother. I put it inside first,ya”

“Em, Mr Fauzi lai masuak ndak?” (Sir Fauzi didn't come in?)

“Indak. He is less sihaik.” (No, Brother. He is not healthy.)

“Shiit!” ogat Mima slowly stomped his feet.

“Mim you have gone too far, Istighfar.” Shaka stood up and hinted the student to go straight into the teacher's room.

“Ngga can be like that, Mim. He's your teacher!”

“Darling, are you here? I was looking for it from earlier.” Seeing Dheo coming, Mima's anger lessens, regardless of Shaka behind her, she approaches Dheo who has somehow since changed her nickname for Mima.

“Call what was it?” mima asked idly, also to make sure her heart would rejoice at hearing the call she so desired.

“Sa-the, hehe. Can I call that? we're gonna make it, He."

Mima nodded, as she remembered she had not answered Dheo's invitation, but what was the meaning of an answer if this was indeed the relationship she wanted.

"Wait to go home from school so you go to kosan? we make the task.” Although Mima realized Dheo's invitation is ninety percent modesty but he was happy to spend time with Dheo.

“Liat aja aja, yuk to class!” Mima had seen Shaka's annoyed expression before choosing to step with Dheo.

What kind of man is this Dheo? what does he want from Mima? Why in the future was her name so imprinted in the heart of the girl?

***

The outside lights are brightly lit, the full moon of rajab looks as if it is just an inch from the mango tree on the terrace. Saturday night, Mima and Shaka choose to do schoolwork.

Ice syrup rosela condensed in each glass, sala lauak that had been warm to hard and cold, It had been thirty minutes, just a pile of mute books in the middle, both busy with their own activities. Shaka wrote his notebook, occasionally reading carefully the list.

Mima who was leaning against the wall of the house was still smiling herself in front of her phone, occasionally glancing at the serious-looking Shaka.

The girl combed the bangs with her fingers, tilted her head and smiled towards the front camera of her phone, flash lit photographing her smile, provoking Shaka to ask.

“Tumben-tumbenan selfie,” reprimand Shaka at a glance, then return to his notes.

“Eh, so want your same photo, join dong!” Shaka shifted his body next to Mima, Mima turned her face towards Shaka and sneered.

“This I want to send to someone, Here use your HP only!” Mima thrusts out a palm.

“Use your HP anyway, want to send to whom? Dheo, nothing to let Dheo know we're together again?”

“Neither go to kepo! Your HP is here, so photo, no?”

Shaka relents and hands over his cell phone, a more sophisticated phone than Mima's. Mima daubed the screen to the top, there is a password request column listed.

“Password?” ask Mima.

“Your name,” replied Shaka.

Mima frowned dislike, why should her name be Shaka's cellphone password? But once he kept typing one by one letters writing his name.

“Ayumna.” He typed so because with that name Shaka used to call him, it turned out to be wrong.

Lazy asked a lot, typed with another spelling.

“Mima Ayumna Lenkara.”

Still wrong.

“Udah, Ay? Shaka waited as he continued his writing.

“Name or long name?” tanya Mima started to get annoyed after two failed attempts.

“Your name, uppercase all.”

Once again Mima tried it, “MIMA AYUMNA LENKARA.” It still failed until the screen was locked temporarily because it had been three times wrong password.

“You're playing me? the class if it's password! three times is still wrong! Why don't you open it? nih ... nih!?” Mima's voice was high and upset, handing the phone to Shaka.

“Wei wei wei! wh why? How angry? What do you say?”

“Yes my name is with all uppercase letters, MIMA AYUMNA LENKARA! But what other words? use the name of the person at will to be used as a password,” Mima's scolding.

Shaka began to laugh out loud, before never thinking at all to make Mima upset let alone even angry like this.

“Allah .. eat it if people talk of being bullied, don't get emotional first!” It feels very anxious to pin the head of this girl so that the contents of the inside shift a little.

“YOUR NAME, En A Em A Em U, capital letters all. Not the name Mima Ayumna Lenkara, Hahahaha.” Satisfied once Shaka laughed at the annoyed expression of the girl in front of him.

“Definitely Unclear conductor, Ghoib conductor! Photos by yourself there!” No longer upset, now he's embarrassed half to death, can-can-can he be as-GR?

“Sial ... shit ... shit!” he cursed in his heart, stomped his feet and went inside.

“Hey, Ay .. Ayumna, how angry are you anyway? but may also be considered, I change the password use your real name, do not be angry dong.” It was hard for Shaka not to laugh, she was sure Mima must be embarrassed and felt her pride had been mortgaged.