REMEDIALLY
Wife From The Future

The kurai taji station was once again a witness to the encounter, Mima did not stop holding her chest when she saw a man crossing bench after passenger bench to check the tickets they were carrying, nothing different from the facial lines recorded in Mima's head.

His lips were eager to say hello, but were trembling until the officer in the conductor's uniform arrived right before Mima's eyes. The attendant's eyes narrowed somewhat due to the sunlight, he did not smile but looked extremely sweet. Mima rubbed his eyes repeatedly, making sure none of this was a dream sequel.

Not to mention the fresh and masculine fragrance that was currently hard to describe by his mind.

Especially when the chest nameplate dangles and so attracts the attention of Mima.

“Good Morning, The ticket, Mother ..” Instead of handing over the ticket, Mima was stunned and instead spelled out the name on the breastplate.

“Ah-san E-Sha-Ka,” her taunts slowly.

The conductor reflexively held the nameplate and instead reread it, he suddenly seemed to doubt that it was true.

“Betul, I'm with conductor Shaka.” the answer justifies, “Sorry, the ticket?” rework the conductor.

“Iya, you are indeed Shaka. And we meet here, I've come home!, my remedial is done, everything is on time, and this is. Ha .. hi, we'll see you again, we'll meet at the right time." Mima waved her hand and looked at Shaka enthusiastically.

He still remembers the last night when Shaka grimaced in pain and Mima gave him some orange tablets but it didn't help much until Shaka disappeared the next morning.

The man named Shaka looked confused, almost laughing at the speech and behavior of one of the passengers in his carriage.

This girl why?

“Mother, tickets.”

Mima handed him a piece of blue-and-white barcode paper that he had been holding, the conductor then examined it and returned it to the owner.

“Thank you,” said half-down.

“Shaka!” call Mima before the conductor leaves his stool.

Shaka frowned as if trying to remember something.

“Do we ever meet?” ask without feeling guilty.

“I Mima, Shaka!” said Mima who still hopes Shaka is joking.

“Oh, Hello ... Mima, have we met before?” said Shaka who thought maybe Mima was one of the alumni friends who escaped his memory.

“You don't call me Mima, you call me Ay, Ay for Ayumna. I ..” Mima hesitated to say it, fearing that Shaka in front of her was actually playing tricks on her.

“I'm Ayumna, Your future wife, you're my husband from the future!” The sentence was uttered with emphasis and a reassuring expression, Mima resigned if after this Shaka would laugh at him. Because Shaka used to say this when Mima doubted a similar expression.

"This sentence you said!"  Mima recalled Shaka's sentence some time ago, and it was true that Mima was now saying it.

But this conductor only shakes his head because he really does not get out of thought with the words of his passengers.

“Sorry, Mba Mima, I have to get back to work!”

Shaka leaves Mima and returns to his position, at the doorstep of the train stands upright observing and ensuring the safety of the condition of his carriage, and, his movements became all wrong because he felt stared at from the corner of a woman on one of the passenger benches.

The conductor then called an officer and asked for a list of his passenger manifest that afternoon.

“Thank you,” he said after the officer gave a note and passed.

Shaka read the list of names carefully and stopped after finding the name that was mentioned by Miss on the bench there.

“Mima Ayumna Lenkara.” When he said that, his eyes immediately looked at Mima and they looked at each other. A few seconds Shaka survives inside the girl's black pupils wearing a pashmina wave motif.

“Future wife?” he said repeating the sentence of the girl, “Not making sense, but interesting as well,” he added then walked up to Mima.