REMEDIALLY
First Contreng

The motorcycle engine has been turned off since a distance of ten meters, Dheo realized the buzz knew the pot was enough to disturb the peace, Mima did not want neighbors to see him home late at night especially with men, They were both on foot, they both walked, Dheo pushed his bike up to Mima's yard. But moonlight is bright enough to be able to see their activities, let alone CCTV eyes of neighbors is much more sophisticated than any surveillance tool in the world.

“Be careful,” he said slowly, almost no noise.

“Syap, later when I'm home call, yes?” Dheo said he was going back to see his friends.

Mima stepped carefully not forgetting to wave her hand. When he arrived at the terrace, his eyes fiddled to see Shaka was still there cool with a cell phone in his hand.

“Alhamdulillah, already home, only two hours.” Shaka shines a spotlight on Mima with the light from her phone.

Mima looked nervous, she was trying to cover something up, but Shaka was getting curious. He stood closer until the spotlight was on target.

Mima reflexively buttoned her jacket up, but her short hair could not cover the red marks on the neck.

“In ajakin where's your boyfriend? How many insect bite marks?”

Shamed of not picking, Mima quickly stepped in and left Shaka. Shaka immediately restrained Mima's wrist, Mima's body was pulled hard enough to hit her chest, Mima looked up, Shaka's eye lightning was terrible to resist, and he looked down and closed his eyes.

Shaka gently raised that head, but then turned his face away when he caught the sight of a red patch on Mima's neck.

"What are you guys doing?" His voice was slow but pressing.

"Just as the courtship does," Mima replied with the rest of her courage, feeling Shaka loosen the grip, Mima tried to break away and pushed hard on Shaka's body.

"Don't judge anyone unless you've never done the same!” The girl still had time to pick up her books and with a firm step left Shaka.

"Hey, I never did!" shaka answered, but Mima did not listen.

***

Her short hair expands on the mattress as Mima slams into the body, she longs to imagine the beautiful things she has just done with Dheo, but the flash of disappointment in Shaka's eyes.

“Entah now what in the eyes of the conductor was I?”

Mima woke up, reflecting on the small bruises on her neck, taking whatever liquid she felt could be used to remove the mosquito's scar, but failed, it hurt.

“Women if you can't keep your pride, yes don't be angry if he's packed the price.”

Mima flinched, his hair bristled, the voice was so close and real in the ears, not Mr. Fauzi, not Shaka's voice, it was a gentle and old voice of a woman.

“Grandmother,” said Mima, Mima is not afraid, she is trying to find the origin of the sound that she misses so much.

“Although Grandma never spoke, but I know it was the voice of Grandma, Grandma where. Grandma?”

The girl was cornered on the bed and began to cry because she did not find her grandmother even though it was only a shadow.

“Mima misses Grandma,” her tears, “Is Grandma all right there? Did Grandma, Mom and Abah miss Mima?” Mima used her arms to wipe away the tears that had already flooded on her cheeks.

“But what do you miss? From the boy who never sent you anything?"

Cry Mima broke, “Maafin Mima, Grandma ..”

For a long time he was sobbing at the thought of what he could do to be able to connect with parents and grandmothers who had been so good to him, his eyes could not be closed until the morning dawn reverberated.

With puffy eye bags, Mima came down from the corner of the bed, in the quiet dawn after the azan, there was the sound of water pouring from the tap of the garden house, peeping slightly from the window, a man came out in his prayer clothes and pecans, looking for sandals and walking towards the surau.

“Angel at dawn,” quietly hold a smile observing Shaka.

Mima also participated in ablution, and ogled two rakaat dawn prayers, throughout his movements, what Mima thought was that he should be able to connect with Grandma and her parents, at least through prayer. He desperately needed this connection, though,

Two long rakaats, Mima read verse by verse with careful appreciation, performing prayer movements so calmly that there was a need in his heart as a Servant.

***

On Sunday at six, the doors and windows of Mima's house opened them all, the voice of the announcer from Minang Raya radio accompanied his activity of slicing onions, the frying pan began to screech when the slices were inserted, cluttered scoops and pans so eagerly that it serves two servings of simple white fried rice, a special menu that used to often serve grandmother to fill Mima's stomach before going to school.

“Good morning, Ayumna!” Shaka's head was nongol from the back window with a small towel wrapped around his neck.

“Heh!” almost Mima hit the head with a spoon, so surprised.

“What's cooking, really fragrant?”

“This is in, we have breakfast.”

While Shaka walks in from the back door, Mima serves two servings of white fried rice on the table.

“What dream last night? tumben really early in the morning make breakfast?” Shaka sat down and took a sip of water first, "Often this is how it will be, in the future."

“Hem, Let's try!” pinta Mima, “I take HP first.”

Mima heads to the room to pick up her phone, but she forgets to put it where, what appears in her eyes is a bright old paper due to the morning sun, Mima reads it.

One contrengan in the mission column, Mima's heart pounding, her blood flow speeding, goosebumps.

“Shaka!” he shouted while carrying the paper and handed it to Shaka.

Shaka looked at the table carefully and also felt happy, “Alhamdulillah, you do not contreng yourself right?”

Mima shook her head quickly.

“Barakallah, if anyone has been contrasted, time will jump to the time where you have to do the next mission, be prepared!”

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What mission just contrasted? Does anyone know?