REMEDIALLY
Airports and sweet meetings in them

After making sure the middle-aged woman he had helped was safe in his cab, a man still in full conductor uniform returned to the station. There was something very strange in his head. He turned his head once again, somehow to ascertain what, which was clear in the last few seconds his heart suddenly did not calm down.

Losing her focus, Shaka who was supposed to return to dormitori because her work hours were over, instead stepped into the train carriage on which she had led earlier.

“Ha, kama lai?” (Where else are you going?) A co-worker who replaced the duties of conductor Shaka suddenly stopped when he was about to wear his hat because he saw his partner who was still in the train car.

“Ha?”  shaka replied confusedly like a dazed person, why is he returning to the carriage? her work hours are over and she should be ready to go home.

There was a time loop in his head that was not about to leave, crystallizing to form a disturbing alien face. Shaka was silent for a moment trying to think calmly.

Instead of finding the answer, he stepped into the green carriage, of course the room was full, he circled to the rear row of the bench hoping that the girl was still on the bench. It was still unclear what he was looking for, while his co-workers frowned in surprise while following his steps from behind.

A long whistle sound sign from the officer has sounded, as a signal that the train is ready to depart, Shaka turned his head for a moment to hear the sound and realized that he was still inside the train but still standing between the rows of green passenger benches.

“Who are you really looking for and where are you going?” repeat his co-worker again.

“Entah,” answers in doubt.

“’Any, what sash just now?”

Persambet? Yes Shaka suddenly felt himself was not okay. A kind of inclusion of a feeling from someone he had just seen. The rage glared far away, absorbing the shadow of the female with the colored hijab and Shaka still remembered her name.

“Mima?” his murmurs were almost inaudible.

“Mama? Whose mom? did you miss your mother in Jakarta?”

“I want to go to the airport,” said Shaka spontaneously without pestering his friend's curiosity.

“Airport? your leave is still next month, why go to the airport? Humped toilet? no water in the station?” seloroh his coworkers who began to believe that there was indeed a disturbance with the sanity of his friend.

Shaka did not answer, rather he also had no answer. Even if later at the airport he does not have a destination maybe it is right to go to the bathroom only.

The pace of the train could not make the daydream stop, but it was a little more normal than a few seconds before, although every few seconds he smiled amusedly not believing the step he would choose.

“Mima Ayumna?” repeat it while smacking lips.

“May you really be at the airport there,” besitnya optimistic.

"Well, if there's anything I want?"

***

A woman sits on a waiting room bench, waiting for the plane that will take her back to Jakarta while unraveling one by one the strangest things that have just happened in her life. No one would believe in that trip.

Too real to be called a dream, yet too impossible to be real, but on what basis would he ask the conductor to believe all the stories experienced during the remedial?

In her chest there was a sense of dependence that she wanted to fulfill so much, Mima wanted to say that she missed because Shaka came home first, Mima wanted to be angry at Shaka who would not wait for her any minute, Mima wants to sue Shaka for everything Shaka has said on their journey. Why is it that only he remembers today?

“When I'm a remedial, you say we will be acquaintances on the trip I'm most looking forward to,” muttered Mima remembering the conductor he met earlier.

“Yes we are already acquaintances, you never spill how our next story. Okay, you said you were my future husband, and that's true because I said that.”

Yeah, so what do you want again Ayumna? You asked to propose to you, right?

“Oh come on, Mima! Accept that all your travels are not real, no matter how much you do not want to call it a dream, you are now in a world that you cannot manage as you please!” Mima's logic reminded her heart that still hopes this meeting there is a continuation.

“I admit, you are more handsome than the one I met there, but dear, until now you are still a shaka Ghoib conductor who can come and can disappear anytime!”

Rain flushed the city of Padang, strong winds, occasional lightning struck, the sky looked darker, daytime like almost night. That put Mima's flight on hold and it may be cancelled if the storm doesn't subside.

Mima, who had been sitting waiting for almost three hours, could only mince her eyes while glancing at the watch in her hand, as she had not been told how many hours the delay would be.

The condition of his body that is not perfectly healthy makes him still feel uncomfortable, especially the part of his head slightly dizzy and sultry. She's going to the bathroom to open the hijab for a while and tidy up her hair.

If one month ago he was in this condition, Mima would have been easier to curse, blame the circumstances that make his trip hampered, or he would not hesitate to nag the airline.

His head is getting heavy and sultry, these are the first days Mima used a hijab, his hair feels like it is expanding and making him even more uncomfortable. Mima stepped even faster before a call interrupted her and made her stride stop.

“Ayumna!” call a man who is not a meter behind Mima.

That sound.

Not only the sound, a very familiar fragrance began to seep into his sense of smell, a fragrance that evoked memories of every dawn in his bedroom window.

Come on, Mima, the sweet scene at the airport is only in the romance novel si Dheo you have read, do not be shy first, do not be happy first. it is not necessarily the sound …

“Director Shaka,” said he was barely audible, he did not care about the volume of his voice. His trembling body needed more attention, his chest was blooming and it was very noticeable.

The man in front of him was really Ahsan Eshaka, the incarnate ghoib conductor suddenly before him. It sucks but Mima likes it.

How Mima described Shaka in the real world, his posture was high and firm, his skin was not too white but very sweet, her upper lip is smaller while her lower lip is slightly volumized and looks like a divisor that makes her look more charismatic, dimples, and more, there are two dimples that are very capable of making the eyes can be sucked in a vortex of charm. His eyebrows are thick and very slick between his pointed nose.

“He exists, no longer ghoib!”

Shaka also seemed to be panting, his shoulder part also looked wet, he stretched out his right hand in front of Mima and handed her a black ponytail with a sunflower decoration.

“Sounds like this is yours!”

Mima reflex holding the back of the head, deserves to feel more sultry and fluffy, it turns out his hair was diluted because the pigtail slumped from its place.

Hey, Mima!

But what was it? Ay .. ayumna?”

“Fall just now, here!” he said again, his smile like deliberately making the opposite sex can not blink his eyes.

"I'm Shaka's conductor, um .. We were acquaintances on the train."

Yes tau .. I, tau! I am the one who met!

“Eh, yes, thank you, Mas Kondektor,” Mima replied embarrassedly while taking the object out of Shaka's hands.

“Call Shaka only.”

“Thanks, Shaka!” repeated Mima, he had to bother looking down because of the wrong behavior.

“Sama-sama, delay huh? where are you going?”

“Em, yes... delay, I want to go back to Jakarta.you, since when is here? Want to leave too?”

Shaka shook his head, occasionally rubbing his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Obviously he was confused as to why he was at the airport at the time.

“If I say I'm curious and want to see you, you believe?” honest answer.

Believe it. I believe.

Mima was only able to answer from the heart. It took him a few seconds to accept that unexpected sentence, his embarrassment, hesitation, disbelief being one made him even more nervous.

“Marketing about?”

“On my future wife!”

The lightning bolts in the sky were getting louder, the rain seemed to be getting heavier but Mima could clearly hear Shaka's words.

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Happy reading, my friends.