REMEDIALLY
Electronic Mail and Train Tickets

Mima repeatedly refreshed the page that displays the scanned list of participants who escaped, repeatedly rubbed his eyes and re-examined one by one the names on the list, he said, the focus was sharpened when it came to the M line, looking for the name Mima Ayumna Lenkara which turned out not to be one of hundreds of names.

“Kok?” mumbling worried.

Along with the list of names was attached a letter of notification confirming that the acceptance of the scholarship on his behalf was postponed along with one reason that he never thought

“This is what? delayed?” Mima felt astonished, which he knew were only two possibilities of being accepted or rejected, why was there a status postponed?

The reason for this delay in acceptance is the value of C among the hundreds of A values in the list of values attached to the copy of the transcripts of SMA to undergraduate diploma values.

“Shit! Fiqih Value?” Mima Ogat.

The subjects that he had never calculated since MA, the C value that he got, not because Mima sucked at the knowledge of the basic laws of Islam, but because the teacher who taught her the subject judged Mima never applied what she learned in real life.

“Why do you pray, Mima?” asked Mr. Fauzi, a middle-aged teacher who taught Fiqh subjects at one time when he found Mima did not pray with his other friends.

“So I'm a very laper, sir, when finished eating his prayer zuhur already want to finish!” answer Mima origin.

It was not the first time, Mr. Fauzi also often found Mima did not use her hijab when she returned home from school.

“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," said Mr. Fauzi in a very thick language.

This is another Mr. Fauzi sentence that Mima remembers.

“You are a smart child, Mima, it is a pity that the knowledge you master is not applied, charity without knowledge is futility, but science that does not practice what is its name, Mima?” said the middle-aged teacher at a later time.

Mima also still vividly remembers when she grunted angrily at Mr. Fauzi, although all the teachers were amazed by Mima's academic achievements, he said, Mr. Fauzi did not hesitate to give a grade of C for both semesters of Mima during the twelfth grade.

“Maybe the value of Fiqh is not very important to you, then there is nothing to be remedial. It was a memento from me. If one day you see it, hopefully by then your Fiqh science has been applied.”

Mr. Fauzi's last words after his final school exam.

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Mima is one of the outstanding students at Madrasah Aliyah Negeri Padusunan located in Pariaman city of West Sumatra province.

In the land that little Mima lived with the Grandmother, both parents Mima died in one of the natural disasters in the country. Mima's grandmother was deaf, which made Mima grow up to be a girl who did not talk much, she was not smart to speak, silent and always isolated.

Mima is smart in all subjects, but very weak in socializing, she has absolutely no close friends, who become her daily friend is the grandmother who takes care of her, she said, he taught her many things, but not words.

As Mima ascends to the twelfth grade, Grandma dies, Mima's grief and downfall increase. She lives alone in her grandmother's humble home. The more lonely the girl was he, so when graduating from school Mima decided to migrate to Jakarta.

With the capital of academic value and knowledge, Mima managed to become one of the outstanding scholarship recipients of the University of Indonesia, the moment dragged him into the hustle and bustle of Jakarta in 2014.

Being one of the students in the study program of Philosophy, Mima increasingly valued things smelling philosophy of divinity and existentialism.

Everything he measured by logic, including the way of religion. Mima was born a Muslim, school in a madrasa since the elementary level, he knows the techniques of worship correctly but unfortunately until now he has not applied that knowledge, he said, he was actually challenged and kept thirsty to find out the ins and outs of divinity to the bottom.

The thirst that will only make it more drought.

“So I have to what?” tanyanya frustration.

Mima bit her lip, she had already given up half of her time party salary as an administrative personnel on campus to pay for this hotel room.

Long ago, Mima refreshed the screen before her, thinking of another path to escape. A message from Dheo came in.

Mim, am I there or are you here?

Mima is confused as to what he will say to Dheo after his failure tonight.

“Ralat, not failure, but delay!” he said to entertain himself.

After a few seconds, a notification followed, Mima expected the email from the organizer who sent the revised announcement.

“What code is this?” ask Mima when he sees the return address that says a series of letters and numbers that he cannot read.

“You are advised to return to MAN Compositions and do remedial for Fiqh subjects. Together we send a train ticket that will leave tomorrow before the sun tilts west.” Mima read the letter out loud.

Long Mima digested this absurd letter, her logic and rationality refusing to believe.

“Omong empty what is this?”

Mima finds out the codes he believes come from the party who wants to use him or the pranksters, none of the facts he finds, he finds, but the train ticket is valid and according to the schedule listed.

“Then go home why take the train? Can you just take the bus directly from the airport?”

There was a small whisper in his heart, small but beating his logic so hard, that Mima finally confirmed that he was leaving tomorrow, but unfortunately the email was not sent.

“Sial!” he was upset because he felt played.

In order to satisfy his logic about this unclear email, Mima reserved the earliest flight in order to catch a train from Padang city station at the exact time specified.