REMEDIALLY
Do you need the Princess?
Shaka was still curled up, it was fitting that Mima was angry with him, even though he did not intend to play tricks on the girl at all, after all he was focused on understanding something written on a shabby paper.
Not that he did not want to catch up, but there were important things that he still wrote, later on he would follow after finishing it.
While in the room, Mima buries her embarrassment by making a video call with Dheo.
“Hai, Beautiful. Thanks for the picture. Are you beautiful, Mim? Who's girlfriend, huh? This is not seduction, I'm serious. You're not like a schoolboy, like a capital artist,” praised Dheo, making Mima blush. No one dared to praise him as honestly as Dheo just now, or Mima was indeed too glowing for an MA child in that year?
“Where are you again? crowded.”
Yes, around Dheo is indeed crowded and noisy.
“Di cafe deket beach says. I'm looking for inspiration for nulis. Are you done with the task?”
Mima shook her head spoiled, so adorable in Dheo's eyes.
“You want me to pick up?”
“But are you writing again?"
“I wrote to repel saturated because you said you want to do PR."
“Keep away from the beach says to here.”
“Ngga nothing, tomorrow is it a holiday, I pick up ya?”
“Bby deh!”
“Asik!” exclaim Dheo before disconnecting the call.
Overnight week is not Mima's habit, besides not liking the crowd, also because Grandma does not really like Mima out at night. Mima wondered what it was like to spend a weekend together ... girlfriend?
Finally got the girlfriend you wanted, keep it this way, Dheo. Keep this up in the future.
Muttering while polishing a little moisturizer for her lips, of course Mima chose not to wear a headscarf, her sleeping pants were replaced with tight jeans torn at the knees, she said, then keep wearing the black shirt he was wearing, then grab the gray cardigan as his outer.
Not forgetting to spray around his body with an expensive bodymist, making himself not only fragrant but more confident.
***
Fragrant and soft sniff Shaka's sense of smell, when the person is not yet visible, it's true that a few seconds after that, Mima stood before him.
“Eh, it's beautiful. Here deh!” Shaka shifts the body so Mima can sit next to him.
“I want to go.”
Shaka glanced at the digital clock on his phone.
“Udah wants 9 o'clock, Ay. Where are you going?”
“Same weekly night girlfriend.”
Shaka wanted to be angry, but Mima's expression in her eyes seemed pitying, like she wanted to tell the world she wasn't single anymore.
“Oh, yes here before his girlfriend comes. It's still a long time ago like.”
Mima sat down, Shaka showed the writing on the old paper earlier.
“Apaan?” he said while observing the tables and some task lists in them.
“Try checking your email again, this is a copy of the task you have to complete during remedial, not much, right?”
“Close the aurat correctly, establish prayer 5 times, fast, read the Qur’an, and .. sincerely," read it.
The number of years he has left behind he has almost never done. His life was a free-pass, his soul was completely unattached to any rules. Mima controls ***** using a never-satisfied steering sense.
“Udah is not this Fiqih syllabus anyway!” his protest.
“That means, complete this mission, then the contextual value that you are worried about will definitely be good by itself.”
“You don't want to be stuck forever in this moment, do you? anyway you have to go home on time, connect life in the future.”
“When can I go home?”
“I? Just want to go home alone? don't want to be with me?”
Staring at Shaka's eyes for a while, the dimples on Shaka's cheeks are always visible whenever the corners of his lips are pulled.
“When can we go home?” repeat Mima sweetly.
“Should be asap!” shaka firmly.
“We are on your mission, right now, you should try, not me. The check mark will appear by itself if you have really done the mission.”
Mima thought Shaka was making things up, but sure enough when he tried to cross out the sheet, the pen couldn't light up at all.
“But I prayed this afternoon,” protested because I could not put a sign in the prayer column.
“Read more his mission demands!”
“Enlighting prayer 5 time.”
“No need I explain right, what is the difference to do with establishing prayer? magrib and isya salat did not?”
Mima silently turned her lips.
“So how?” ask Mima.
Shaka raised both his shoulders.
“You must be aware and feel the need to do this mission.note the keyword, yes, BU-TUH! Again, Remedial is your mission, not mine. My mission is just to make good memories for you, after that maybe I will forget about today, I have to go back, the future is too good to be left behind for too long. You are my future, I don't want to buy our meeting time.”
That speech was still like nonsense in Mima's hearing.
“Emang me who now what is it?”
“Sleep!, do you remember the incident at the hotel after you received that email?”
Mima tried hard to remember it, but she could not remember anything, which she knew that night she was frustrated and hurt quite badly because reality broke her expectations too high.
His head suddenly felt so painful that he tried to remember what happened before he arrived at Padang station some time ago.
“Ay, your nose!” peekit Shaka's.
Mima touched the soft part that felt wet, her nose bleeding.
There was nothing around them that could be used to wipe the blood, quickly Shaka used the tip of his sleeve.
“What do you think?” Shaka was panicking.
Mima shook his head slowly, not realizing he had thought hard enough, not knowing also that the risk would be like this.
“I kind of lost a piece of life about that night, which I can remember only when I arrived at the station, why could it be so?” he asked with his body stiffened, his head felt almost uprooted.
“Quite, do not force again,” said Shaka worried, although he knows this is a very reasonable effect, but every Mima hurt, Shaka who felt the pain.
“My head hurts,” complained Mima.
“Iya I know the taste, I briefly get your orange medicine.”
“Yes, please all eroded, yes?” mima Pinta.
The full moon is getting more beautiful and perfect from behind the wooden window, the kitchen of Mima's house. Accompanied by the orange, Shaka worriedly grinds the orange tablet over the medicine spoon, then drops a few drops of water to dilute the tablet, Closing the wooden window and carefully carrying a spoon filled with orange puyer complete with a glass of water for the Princess.
"Ay, abis take this medicine you just go in, let me do Kimiaya's job," said Shaka while still concentrating on bringing the puyer to Mima on the terrace.
But unfortunately the person he was talking to was not there, Shaka could still see the silhouette of Mima's body missing along with the motorcycle that was piggybacking on him. The obsolete paper of Mima's mission lay meaningless on the floor of the porch board of the house.
"Even in this trans-dimensional realm, the devil still has a chance to make everything lie dormant" Shaka said.
"You're the one who's hurt, why should I grieve, Princess?"