REMEDIALLY
Acquaintances

Upset and embarrassed, also confused when Shaka really does not know him. Dheo, Tek Na and Shaka, everyone involved in the remedial simply did not feel they had experienced the same event.

Mima had heard stories of near-death, but she preferred to believe in the opportunity to improve the life God gave her. The night she regained her senses, Mima set up a long series of prayers, bringing God into her life, bringing her remedial values.

Killing God the logic he's been creating all along.

And thankfully it hasn't stopped, fate brings him to Shaka exactly one month after his worst night at the hotel. At least the clue that Shaka mentioned about this meeting existed and occurred, but what kind of logic justifies the existence of a meeting in another dimension?

“Yes Allah, I am sure You brought us together, in whatever nature it is, all good guidance is from You right? Please God, make Shaka remember something about me.” His eyes closed as he said this sentence.

When opening his eyes in front of him already stood the person whose name he besitkan in prayer. Mima.

“Nona Mima, your suitcase is still on the bench next door, let me help put it up, there may be passengers who will ride in the next station.”

Mima handed over the suitcase and watched Shaka's movements closely.

“Shaka, you really don't remember me?”  mima asked as Shaka finished putting down her suitcase.

Shaka looks at her and shakes her head, she really has no memory of this girl, but Mima's words sound sincere and bold, Shaka has never interacted with a passenger this unique.

“Sorry, but I don't remember. Or do you mention where the school is? Or have you ever participated in PT KAI Education of what generation? There may be something I can remember.”

Now it's Mima's turn to shake her head. Yesterday's introduction is far too unexplainable now, a spiritual journey with remedial purpose that brings him together with this piece of the human story before him.

“Oh, okay. Yes already, then ... how if we just know now?” he stretched out his hand.

Mima just stared at the helping hand, he was in real life, Shaka might be the future husband, but that doesn't mean he's the muhrim, right?

“Ah, Sorry. My name is Shaka, your name is Mima right? now we know each other. See you soon, Mima.” The palm of his right hand he placed on his left shoulder as the most polite greeting.

***

There is nothing strange during the trip to the city station Padang, the train goes as fast as it should, not the wrong track, Mima realized in a moment he would arrive at his stop when he heard the announcement.

Father and Mother, in a few minutes we will arrive at the final stop, Sibinuang station of Padang city, for all passengers who will end the trip, Please prepare your belongings, please, we remind you to stay in your seat until the train stops, thank you.

Mima is still holding her steps, she deliberately wants to be the last passenger to leave the cabin. he carefully observed the movements of the conductor who was so professional to serve all passengers down safely from the train trip he led.

The carriage was almost empty, Mima finally stood up to pick up her suitcase and hoping to continue her acquaintance with the conductor there, she smiled as she realized Shaka saw her whereabouts and walked towards her again.

Mima who felt the conductor would approach her instantly humiliated herself, that grin receded from her lips, she panted onto the back bench.

“Mother, is it okay?” shaka asked the middle-aged woman.

“It looks crampy, pain to wake up, a moment yes, conductor, later if it's okay me down.”

“Under whom to pick up, Bu?” ask Shaka again.

The mother nodded slowly. “I want to take a taxi, my son is waiting at Sawahan top.” The mother mentioned one of the names of the area there.

“Oke, I help deliver to taxi stop yes.” Shaka took Mom's hand and placed it on her shoulder.

“Ng ... don't go, Son,” reject that Mom.

“It's okay, Mom. Later there will be a shift change, afraid my colleagues do not see there are still passengers here, if the train schedule is already running and Mother can not get off later even come back again right? handle, yuk!”

With one move the middle-aged woman carried him swiftly, one hand did not forget to punch a sizable bag.

"Bismillah" said Shaka.

Mima was stunned to see it, Shaka was not that thick, the feeling that was upset became peaceful to see the action until he could not hide when Shaka saw it.

"Mba Mima, hasn't come down yet?"

“This ... this ... this also want to go down!”

“Oh, yes, Please. Be careful on the road, see you again, yes,” he said remains formal.

Inevitably Mima leaves the train and the mysterious attendant, he steps in quickly hoping Shaka does not see his already embarrassed expression.

***

From the back glass of the taxi Mima was riding in, right behind her a man so gently treated the middle-aged woman who had been in a carriage with him. Opening the taxi door, helping the woman sit inside, closing back the taxi door and even waving.

O Allah, if yesterday's journey was indeed a guide for me, would Shaka also be a part of the clue? isn't she a future husband? is he the dawn angel? We have been acquainted as he said the time of remedial, then it is up to You, God how, the important thing is we can still meet right? 

Mima folded his palms on his chest and closed his eyes, wanting to ask this taxi to stop.