REMEDIALLY
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Mima was looking in the mirror, adjusting the snail with the black pashmina he was wearing, then pinning a small needle on the top of the head so that the slippery cloth was not easy to shift, make sure no hair comes out, then he turns off the phone that is showing a tutorial on how to use pashmina.

Wind gushed softly from the cracks of her bedroom windows, Mima pushed the wooden window open, and she pushed it open, the dried leaves flew like memories of Shaka who was also scattered on Mima's head after a week on his own in a mysterious time dimension.

"Great son so he, his mission only makes good memories. As beautiful as anything ... whose name is a memory kanya beautiful to remember doang," scold Mima with a reflection of herself in the mirror.

Pasmhmina who stretched to the chest flew over her face, for the first time she used this head covering outside school hours. Given the events of that night with Dheo, Mima knew all this time she had not kept herself from the sight of men at all.

Not only that, some time he seemed to be shown footage of his life full of hypocrisy, looks elegant, silent and expensive from the outside, but save a lot of naughty desires that do not want to be known by many people.

To be brilliant to yourself and to have no benefit at all, even to the people he says he cares about. Logic is like a god but in fact the love he defines himself makes everything die, not least the heart.

O God, this is just a small piece of all my sins that You have told me to see for myself, there are many others. I could not bear to see it, even I had doubted Your Existence for as long as I lived.

Closing all the windows and doors of the house, Mima stepped towards the family funeral which was not far from his yard. Today he wanted to visit his grandmother.

***

From that night on, Mima avoids Dheo and everything about him. Remembering that man made her feel like the saddest woman. At school Mima tries to keep Dheo from having a chance to talk to her.

Dheo also acted as if that night had never happened, silencing Mima, explaining nothing and not even greeting Mima at all. Maybe he was angry because that night Mima ran away and he didn't get what he wanted from Mima.

“Mima.” The heavy voice called out while clutching Mima's wrist in the bike parking lot. Mima gave a dislike look towards that touch.

“We broke up!” hatchlings.

Mima was surprised, she should have said that, but for Mima the word break up was too simple to reply to Dheo's attitude to her.

Wait .. wait, that should be my dialogue, right?

“Why?” Mima already knew the reason, but he was challenged to hear it so that he could be more sincere and happy to let go of this ambition.

“Yes nothing, break up!”

“Oh, Okay!” mima replied lightly and pulled her wrist, for her a symbol of pulling all the words and attitudes she had ever given this man, then Mima straightened her handlebar and paddled away from before Dheo.

Eventually that grand ambition ended up in the parking lot.

***

Tired but he was so relieved, there was one burden that escaped from the head. The heavy burden that reined in his steps improved the value, especially the value of life.

Mima collapsed on the soft mattress, her tears dripping without being asked, but she almost laughed. Yes, especially if not laugh at the futility of many years of life relying on logic but it is broken just because of a feeling that he thinks is love.

“Thanks, Mima. Thank you for stopping being a love slave before it's too late again,” Mima told herself.

“Not really Shaka's sentence about the future husband? He said I should go home right away. When time? What else do I have to do after this?”

A piece of paper fell into covering his face, a copy of the actual mission all along he had never noticed. Only then did he realize that he only found the paper when mission after mission was completed.

The sky outside the window changed color but Mima ignored it, now she sat down, shaking her hand in the old paper, each contreng was white and shining as if it was written in metallic ink.

If there is usually Shaka who will explain this incident, today he tried to translate it himself.

There was no mission column that had not been filled, all were contrasted brightly, Mima felt every letter carefully, did she really finish everything?

Now he's daubing the phone screen to access the date there. He was already in July 2014, the memory puzzle began to be arranged by itself.

“This ... this means what, anyway? Who do I send it to? Who should ask? duh, why don't I remember to save Shaka's contact, huh?” regrettable.

“Why should June? why the jump on this date must be a reason.” Mima kneaded.

A memory made him reflexively stand up, looking for something in the drawer of the reading table, he took out a light green-bound document and immediately glanced at the value that was the key he could have here.

“June 2014 Mima has graduated from school, meaning I should have received a diploma and ... my report card score!” Mima opened the report book and found the last page.

“Still C.” he said resignedly, sitting and leaning against the wall of the room, he was confused and afraid to be trapped forever in the past.

“Yes Allah, What else do I have?,” he said deeply and sincerely while embracing the report card.

***

“Why so quiet?” Mima circled the view around the ceremonial field, there was no activity as usual, even though today was not on holiday, there were still many students in school uniforms passing by.

A janitor hastily closes the trash can and half runs, Mima also runs after him to ask why the school is so quiet.

“Pak ... Sir!” call Mima from a distance of about three Steps, the officer stopped.

From a short distance Mima saw the red and swollen officer's face.

“Sorry, this is why our school is quiet? tenth and eleventh grade is still school right?” ask Mima without pause.

“Everyone to the funeral home, Mr. Fauzi died early morning bada earlier.” The officer passed by leaving Mima who still could not believe what she heard.

“Inalillahiwannailaihirajiun.”

Mima has only remembered it since Mr. Fauzi said,

“Let that C value be a memory if you see it someday. Later when you see it, hopefully the value of worship and your life has been much better.”

And after that Mima never met with him again until Mima left for Jakarta, he never cared about the teacher nor the value he gave, for Mima first, he said, one C value does not matter between all A values in the report card, diploma and transcip value.

But today his knees are limp like they are not supported by bones. Mima did not know whether he was hit by the loss of his teacher, or precisely because of the departure before Mr. Fauzi improved his Fiqh value.

“This time jump is not too far, it should be before the test, or ... or .. yes or before Mr. Fauzi ... if this I ask for remedial to whom again?”

At the moment is it polite if he asks, “Keep my value, how?”

Who should he meet now? Is he really going to be locked up in this moment? All copies of the mission are perfect, Mima should be able to bring A values back to the future, continue her education and.

Although the ambitions of Oxford also either since when it is no longer interesting.

“Spirit, yes. The remedial must be on time.”

The sentence was rang again, the report card of the twelfth grade had been accepted, Mima was no longer a student here, all grades had been printed neatly, signed, and, even the ones who had the right to fix the C number had left.

Cloudy immediately covered the thin body of Mima who was standing in the middle of the ceremonial field, without waiting for anyone's approval, it rained, Mima did not want to pull over, she cried there.

“Oh Allah, I realize that the past cannot be repaired, the ink of fate that has been written cannot be replaced even by one letter, now I realize the purpose of this remedial is not to change C to A, but it's not about the value of God, I just want to be a servant, I'm here to see how bad my faith is, I can't fix the past, give me a chance to start the future with the value I got here.

Mima's body was all wet, including the green report card he was holding. Lightning lit up with its thunder, unpretentious in the sky, its thin body warped, from its nose came out fresh blood. Mima was unable to graze her legs to step up from there, she collapsed and felt like her world had ended.