REMEDIALLY
The Philosophy of the Railway

Mima smiled enthusiastically as she opened the window of the car, they stopped right next to the guardrail of the mighty and exotic waterfall. Anai valley, one of the seven waterfalls that rise above the mountain singgalang, Nature shows off this beautiful and dashing charm right on the highway Padang Bukittinggi.

Mima and Shaka go out together, climb the stairs and stop at the top of the guardrail, Shaka observes the girl holding tightly to the iron fence, Mima's chest puffed up, and Mima's chest puffed up, his eyes closed and began to breathe in the coolness that nature presented, absorbing all the good energy he was in need of. The noise of the road began to subside replaced the silir that gently stroked the skin of their cheeks.

“You and the water poured from that high cliff, instantly became the coolest charm in my eyes.” Shaka pulled out his phone and shot a photo of Mima from the side.

“Ih cheated!” mima protest after waking up.

“Come photos,” pinta Shaka.

“Bby, here's your HP.” Mima thrust out her palm.

“Cake replacement, let in your HP have our photo.”

“Ngak ah,” reject Mima.

“Why? Afraid Dheo gets angry?”  shaka Syndic

“Pake has you anyway. Shaka, there's a rainbow, we take a photo under aja, yuk, let's get closer.”

“Bby.”

Then they came down from the barrier to get closer to the source of the coolness. Rows of green hills at the foot of Mount Singgalang become a natural wall, as if to save the charm of Anai valley waterfall. Also seen a series of old train tracks winding across the highway, rails that have long not crossed the locomotive, a combination of the beauty of paradise that is rarely found in the middle of the city.

“Sepi, yes?” according to Mima, there were almost no visitors there.

After taking pictures from a close distance, Shaka washed his face, the coolness absorbed into the pores of his skin, then they chose to sit enjoying the waterfall from the old train tracks.

“Who also wants to adventure fast-fast gini, Ay,” sahut Shaka, “tukang photos around also no , can we take photos so better photos.” Shaka observed one by one the photos he had taken, there were no good photos, Mima was very stiff, she did not like taking pictures too much.

“Iya anyway, usually if the weekend or vacation, jammed really know, not necessarily able to pass. You've never been here, no?” ask Mima.

“This is the first time, but I know that Anai waterfall is a stream from the lake of the Goddess who is believed to be the bath of the goddess of heaven,” Shaka said so innocently.

“Hahaha, continues?” Mima is interested because Shaka turns out to know the legend of the community there.

“Iya, this Jaka tarub is waiting for the goddesses to take a bath, want to bring home her shawl, my real name is Jaka, just another disguise as Shaka.”

“Hahahaha, Shaka Tarub is it?” mima's laughter was so loose, “No doubt you know that belief, but as far as I know, Jaka Tarub is not a thief let alone a stalker like this, hahaha. Jaka Tarub did not gush, his shawl Nawang Wulan flew when Mas Jaka again dream. Far from Anai Valley to Ngawi, hahaha.”

“From the talk of myth, mending me explained In fact, this street was awakened from the forced labor of the people of Indonesia in the Dutch colonial era, read the book Elizabet E Graves, and read it, he said at that time the indigenous people had to set aside – large rocks, so that this area could be used as roads and rail kek gini.”

“What kind of book do you read anyway? from philosophy, history to legend also connect, gemesh deh, but dear crush kok same Dheo anyway?”

“Heh, why would I like Dheo?” mima protested but still laughed.

“Yes nothing, normal. Precisely I asked, seriously yes, why do you like Dheo even when Dheo already has his own life?”

“If it used to be because Dheo was smart, I like smart men, he is flexible, the association is broad and .. now it is more like because chatting with Dheo is exciting, he said, if praising really makes deg-deg gan, I like the way Dheo wrote the story, I fell in love after reading all his works.you read it."

"Novel love is that? ogah!" reject Shaka.

Throughout Mima's recounting of Dheo, Shaka's lips advanced forward.

“So he ngacir tuh tuh no police, that's how smart it is so the racer finally caught, hahaha,” tease Shaka.

“Yes who doesn't panic, but not necessarily he doesn't care, he can just for a moment forget, he was sorry, and I have no problem.” Mima defends Dheo.

“Lah this can go back to the past, meaning it can still dong cultivated.”

“Never, Ayumna. You can enjoy what's going on, but there's nothing you can change.”

“Hem, whatever. Photo again yuk, Where is your HP, here!”

Shaka handed his phone to Mima, “So you're really afraid Dheo knows there's a photo of us on your HP?”

“I avoid conflict, do not want to fight, want our relationship well until the future later.”

Shaka smiled slanted, resignedly. He chose to be happy at this time, aiming for several poses together, sometimes taking turns photographing each other.

“Eh you are standing there, her mouth gaping, I photographed a bit far away as if you were drinking the waterfall again?” Mima gave Shaka an idea.

“Heh, Ngga want, rich gents.”

“Emang gents right? you do not fit anymore as a child of MA, like the fathers who already have two children.” said Mima.

“Be careful when you say hey, you will be the mother of my children loh.”

“hiyyy, paits .. paits .. paits ..”

The laughter of the two of them broke under the shade of the trees protecting the valley. Many interesting topics flowed away as quickly as the rate of water.

“Eh, while we are sitting on the rail, I want to ask, among many professions in the world, why did you choose to be a train conductor?”

Shaka frowned, talking to Mima from earlier, for a light topic only the girl was good at philosophizing. Shaka was confused to answer this question.

“Em, why yes?” He was impressed to give a pause even though he was compiling an aesthetic answer.

“Being in the car and walking on the tracks every dayteaches about consistency right? although it has two straight parallel rails, the train knows which way it should snare, not easily influenced by others, and certainly knows the final destination station of the stop.”

“Means you are used to stopping by many different stops?”

“That's how it is, but I assure you, you are not one of them, you are not a station, Ay. someday you are home, no longer a stopover, but a place I go home complaining tired.”  Shaka states it with a not-so-soft intonation, but enough to surprise Mima.

“Eh, I was kidding times. Hahaha, not that deep, yes so the conductor is just because of his sustenance there, take the KAI test, because I parachute above the average yes escaped, and yes already work, so it is, so, I'm not that philosopher, hahaha.”

“I saw you were too confident, handsome doang, but ghoib!” chirps Mima.

“That's important handsome right? haha, but because of you gini, I thought deh.”

“What thoughts?”

“Think, what about I have filled in the carriages pulled by my time locomotive, is there obedience between the crammed sins? Is there still a next station where sins can be left? are dark tunnels testing faith? or am I close to the final stop? Then I pray that God will not give me to myself for a second, because I do not want lust to be the driver of this train of life.”

“Aamiin,” Mima said, her head tilted and smiling sweetly.

“May the rail of my life and you always bring us near Him, yes. And always loaded with a lot of goodness until the pace stops perfect.”

Unknowingly Mima replied once again

“Aamiin.”

The sun was leaning westward, they both went from there to find the nearest iftar spot ahead of the magrib.