REMEDIALLY
VITAMIN C

God, enough vitamins that I don't value.

- Mima 

Mima Ayumna Lenkara, parking the bike carefully, she must avoid Shaka if necessary to make Shaka amnesiac so as not to ask the value of the report card. Stepping slowly until she realized her effort was useless, because Shaka was already standing waiting for her in front of the porch stairs, folding both hands on his chest, sweet without an excessive smile, she said, just when Mima first saw it in the time-dimensional train.

“Astaghfirullahaladzim, ngagetin only?”  Mima was wrong. S toemoga Shaka did not see her nervous expression.

Basic Ghoib!

“Where's the report?” ask Shaka to the point.

Mima stepped past Shaka just like that, almost seven days there were not many words coming out of this man's mouth, today Shaka spoke to ask the value of his report card. Is Shaka looking forward to returning to the future? Is he tired of seeing Mima here?

Mima walked as if Shaka had not reprimanded him, half his heart was really nervous, the rest he was afraid Shaka would definitely take it badly.

“Ayumna!” Shaka follows Mima's step inside and pulls the girl's backpack so that Mima's body is pulled back and stops stepping.

“See yourself!” Mima handed over her report card, walked in and slammed the door of the room, and her heart was pounding as loud as the sound of a door leaf slamming into the wooden frame.

Upon arrival in the room, Dheo calls her, this time Mima ignores the call because her feelings are still very chaotic and Dheo will not understand.

“Ay, you BT yes the value is still C?” Shaka's voice softly rang out from behind the door, Mima's heart was also cool, her anxiety slightly reduced.

“Ngga nothing, yes. Your remedial is not about academic values only, really, yes .. but if academic values are just battered this is how other values are yes,”.

Mima did not answer, still waiting for the next sentence, but Shaka's footsteps were heard away from the room. When he came out to make sure, Shaka was already gone.

***

Since the incident in the corner of the cinema yesterday, Mima felt that Dheo was more possessive, more demanding and they became more involved in physical activities, both directly and through text and telephone. Mima just know the side of Dheo's self that one, whether since when Dheo so similar Om-Om who always needs a touch in a relationship. At first Mima thought it was just a curiosity and wanted to try, but after a night at the cinema yesterday the man was quite a pro as well.

“You love me, right?” This is Dheo's mainstay question while seducing Mima, a kind of ultimatum for Mima to fulfill her request.

“You believe we'll be together until later?” he continued if Mima still considered this it was when Dheo asked.

“But, Dhe ..”

“Yes already, I don't make it, but maybe we'll just get here.” Mima knew very well that such a sentence was the lowest point if women were still hoping for a glimmer of sincerity there.

“Ngga that, Dhe. Yes .. yes .. later I send, yes.” Although the logic refused, but his heart and speech were too bucolic to be evasive, such a conversation ended up won by Dheo, always won by Dheo.

Next, Dheo will smile and send emoticons love after receiving the photo that Mima sent. Photos of specific body curves.

The relationship is getting further and according to Mima is quite toxic, but he is not willing to stop, his ambition is still not dead.

*Either your ambition is not dead, or are you really paying attention to the truth, Mima? Cuih, are you still proud of the compliment that says Ayumna Lenkara is brilliant? In fact being a slave of love keeps your brain in an underground level sect. *

“You have been a few days hard to contact yes, Mim.” Dheo protested when Mima had just sat on his stool. From the corner of her eyes Mima realized Shaka was observing their activity.

“Sorry, yes.” Mima turned his body and faced Dheo, all this time he was a bit evasive anyway, because lazy to serve Dheo's request strange.

“Front week my best friend's birthday, make a party in Padang, you menemenin me, yes?”

“Which friend?” Given this Dheo has many friends outside the school environment.

“Temen club.”

“Yang yesterday brought you wild racing?”

“Ya, not the hell. Why should I stay in Padang?” Setau Mima if you have been to the capital, it means heading to a place of entertainment that is more classy than in Pariaman.

Dheo shrugged both of his shoulders.

“Cute, yes?”

“I'd like to see Mr. Fauzi, Dhe. Want remedial first.”

“Ha? What else is remedial? Not satisfied with champion one?”

“Fiqihku value is still C.”

“Jeez, that's just one, right?”

But it's the value that I strive for in the future that you see and realize my existence in your world, Dheo.

“If there is a grade of C, worried about not making the acceptance of certain univ scholarships.”

“OK, but Saturday afternoon off dong? We go to the field anyway, huh? Sunday morning we just got home.” As if Dheo's head was making up his mind, while Mima's heart was like being hit by a hammer, imagining Shaka's expression listening to their chatter.

“This child makes a mock yes?” Shaka interrupts, Mima realizes Shaka's hand is clenched and ready to hit Dheo's head which is somehow contained.

“Eh?” Dheo frowned, “Then Ang can join Mima and her family on vacation? I can't hire my own girlfriend?”

“Shakaaaa! Duh, finally entered also you today, already miss really tau.” This time Mima wants to thank his countrymen, thanks to Farha the dispute that almost happened can be interrupted.

“Far, then I met Mr. Fauzi!”

“Yes Allah, not yet satisfied ngeliatin Shaka, hem. Tumben also you rhyme-ngajak, usually also own way?”

Mima got out of the bench and forced Farhana's hand.

“Mim .. Mim, patience, Mim, my shoelaces off, hey! Shaka .. bentar, yes we will chat again,” Farha chattering dragged.

***

“Pak, give me the remedial task for the value of Fiqih which is still C,” said Mima bravely in front of Mr. Fauzi.

That afternoon the teacher looked pale, he smiled shady when approached by his students.

“Bapak think you are not aware of your Fiqih value C, other values are almost perfect ‘kan?”

It's true said Mr. Fauzi, Mima used to not care at all, he never counted at all.

“Now I care, Sir. Give me remedial,” kekeh Mima.

“Ndak ado nan paralu dipaeloi do.” (Nothing needs to be fixed).

“But I need A value, Sir.”

“Sorry, Son. You can not judge the value of A like other teachers, as teachers who teach the law of worship in our religion, you are responsible if you give A value even though you never apply it. You know the law of prayer, you memorize the law closing the aurat, but you clearly violate it. How do you answer it later?”

Mima squeezed out his palm, was he so despicable that he didn't deserve a chance of improvement, wasn't Mr Fauzi just as human? Mima felt unfairly treated.

*So as to when is this my remedial? God .. please, just vitamin C, I don't. *