REMEDIALLY
Not Dreams

Jakarta 2019, 21 days ago

After receiving the scholarship rejection email, Mima, who had been a fanatic that night and impatient to show her success to Dheo, immediately fell to the floor.

Dheo contacted her via the Instagram call feature. Mima is embarrassed and confused as to what she wants to show her so that her first love man takes care of her, the only one Mima wants to show off is already run aground with rejection emails.

The girl sat on the floor, poured water and drank it to calm down, but instead of being calm her body even more imaginative. Mima was surprised, when all he drank was water, why he became suddenly nauseous.

Instead of stopping, Mima drank all the water that was there, about six bottles of 1.5 liters packaging. What happened next was that he had severe vomiting, his mouth spewed out, began to spasm and was unconscious.

“I called you hundreds of times and searched your room location, I hit the bell and knocked on the door, you didn't answer. Yes ... I think indeed you are just joking about wanting to meet that night,” said Dheo. Mima was still trying to digest Dheo's sentence after sentence and started compiling her memory demands.

“Until tomorrow afternoon, when I come home from Meet And Greet there is a furore at the hotel, they check the room that should have checked out that afternoon and meet you. That afternoon was a scene, when I knew it was your room number, I was shocked and made sure. Turns out to be true, you ..”

Tek Na was still crying rubbing Mima's arm while hearing Dheo's story.

“You were blue when you were taken to the hospital, everyone thought you were overdosing on drugs, but your doctor said white water OD, Mim. Indeed that night I saw many empty water bottles around you.”

Mima feels stupid, why kill yourself with water? But that night he had no intention of killing himself, he wanted to kill himself.

“Dheo nan spoiled Mima salamo at Rumah Sakik Jakarta, inyo juo nan asked Mima to be referred to M Jamil, Padang,” Tek Na said in his talk.

“After two weeks of coma, there is absolutely no progress and changes on you. The hospital has said there is no hope, Mim, Tek Na eat asked you to go home. We are glad you finally realized, Alhamdulillah. How do you feel now?”

Mima is speechless trying to digest the pieces of events from Dheo and Tek Na and connects with the journey he is going through.

He believes last night was not a dream, he believes Shaka was not a hallucination and a shadow while in a coma. The girl reflexively sat back down.

“Tek, Mima ndak koma do,” urgently (Tek Mima is not in a coma)

“Iyo ... iyo, Dear. Mima ndak koma, Mima lalok se nyo.” (Yes .. yes, my dear. Mima's not in a coma, Mima's just asleep)

Mima didn't feel like she was asleep at all that long, she actually set out and delivered part by part her remedial yesterday.

Train, Fiqh value, Mr. Fauzi and .. Shaka.

“Etek, Shaka really exists, not a dream!”

“Shaka sia?” Again Tek Na is confused as to who Shaka Mima means.

“Our meeting is approximately one month after the night at the hotel.”

Mima remembered the piece of Shaka's sentence in their meeting. Mima was sure she would actually meet the man. Shaka is not a dream, Shaka is not a hallucination, Mima is eager to meet the man again. Shaka was part of the remedial yesterday.

Mima felt the remedial journey was real, she was truly in that dimension, she ate, drank, slept, studied, played, traveled to beautiful places, she said, learning to worship and fix the wrong things in his life, it all really feels there.

Not a single line he forgot from the shape of the face of the man named Ahsan Eshaka, the dimple of his cheek was the most noticeable on that sweet face. Highlight his shady eyes, even the scent of a dawn angel who was going out whenever he wanted to go to the surau.

If indeed our meeting was one month after that night, and now it has been 21 days .. that means next week we will meet. But ... but where? You're not here, Shaka.

“On the trip you really want.”

The sentence returned.

Heart raung.

“Tek, Mima wants to go home to Jakarta!” to Tek Na.

But Tek Na strictly forbids it, given Mima's alarming condition. Mima relented and prepared to recover a few days at home.

“Dheo, bring Suli and your children tomorrow, Etek wants to make a thanksgiving prayer,” Tek Na told Dheo.

Mima was aware of the conversation, it turned out to be true, Suli was the woman who that night came to replace Mima and now she is Dheo's wife.

“Good, Tech. God willing,” replied Dheo, “Mima .. We are all glad you are aware, hopefully quickly recovered.”

“Still.” Mima replied without looking at Dheo, Dheo frowned.

During this time the girl before him was always friendly and even tended to be too friendly, they even made a pact to meet that night. Mima had always been nice to her, but this afternoon the gaze was filled with hatred for some reason, Dheo did not understand.

“Yes already, I go home first!” Dheo pamit's.

“Dheo!” calling Mima made Dheo turn his head again.

“Is Mr Fauzi really dead?” ask Mima carefully.

“Lha, you don't know? He passed away after we graduated, Mim.”

As Mima's tears fell, she grew more convinced that what she witnessed a while ago was really not a hallucination.

“Inalillahiwainnailaihirajiun.” His eyes he closed to let the clear bead flow freely into the cheeks.

***

After cleansing herself, Mima looked at her face in the mirror, her thin body looking even thinner at the moment. He had just come home from incarceration and visited Mr. Fauzi's family, apologizing for all the hatred he had been carrying, so he didn't care, he didn't even know his homeroom teacher was gone.

Mima wants to wear her favorite pashmina for the Thanksgiving tonight, she was looking for a gift snail from Shaka yesterday, but it's not everywhere.

“Kok can be lost anyway?” his weakness.

“Shaka, who are you? do you really exist or really ghoib?”

Mima sat down at the reading table, opened the gallery on her phone in a hurry, looking for something there. Hoping to find a photo of Shaka, remembering during the remedial they are often a photo of the two. He would show Tek Na, perhaps Tek Na remembered something from that face and got a hint about the man.

“Not one?”

“Yes Allah I just remembered all this time that photos always use your HP right? I always don't want any of our photos on my HP!” regrettable.

“Mima!” Tek Na's voice interrupted the girl's daydream.

“Mima get there, Tek!” saith.