REMEDIALLY
Sweet Black Condenser

Simpang Haru Railway Station – Padang 

Mima could not believe why he had to follow conscience rather than logic, the voice that brought him to the station door with the roof of the mansion, just as the sun was leaning towards the west.

“Why also have to take the train anyway?” ask again, because from the airport he should just take an online taxi to get home.

The journey to the station actually further increases the distance traveled and waste a lot of time.

Half ran Mima through the pedestrian path to get on the train immediately, at the entrance the attendant helped her scan the ticket barcode she had already printed at the counter.

After scanning the ticket, the train door attendant looked at Mima so fixed that Mima was shocked and uncomfortable with her expression.

“Why, Sir?”

The officer just shook his head, swung his hand forward and let Mima in.

“Any!” mima said slowly.

Mima took off her hat and scarf before sitting on the green bench facing her, but the surrounding passengers were still quiet, she was alone among the four empty benches there.

“Thank God, hopefully until later no one ngisi!” chirps.

Mima leaned on the padded bench in the business class passenger car, dispelling a bit of fatigue and a head that still felt heavy, until now nothing suspicious, he thought. Hopefully he is indeed given a remedial opportunity so that he can pass the dream scholarship.

Loko diesel rumbling began to crawl on the track, Mima breathed as deep as she wanted to be able to immediately fix the Fiqh's value.

***

As without obstacles, the train began to divide the highway and cross small rivers in the central area to the suburbs. Satisfied through the paved road, the train journey began to divide the forest area and the edge of the hill line. The humidity of the mountain air is increasingly felt when traveling by train entering the outside of the city. At some connecting stations, the train stopped.

Mima quite enjoy the journey, he is happy to ride the car, cool and calm witness the charm of the earth of west Sumatra which is often ‘maimbau’ anyone children of the region to often go home.

Sometimes Mima's memory returns to happy memories when the grandmother was still there, once at the end of the semester the grandmother took Mima on vacation to the beach of the field from Pariaman using the same train.

Hundreds of hectares of rice fields at the foot of the hill, clear rivers and gurgling water into a scene that is a pity to miss, Lake surface ripples as well as a number of community houses feature portraits that cannot be found in other modes of transportation.

Shortly after passing through the area, the train began to enter the connecting station. The condition of the loco again changed to pull the carriage as in flat lane conditions

The people around Mima began to go down in turns leaving her alone in the dark green passenger car.

“Well, really alone, I?” mumbled cheerfully.

The announcement from the loudspeaker informed that the train was currently stopping at Pauh Kambar station.

“That's one more stop," he said alone.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was perfectly empty, Left Mima the only one who had yet to arrive.

Feeling very tired, Mima melenakan a little head and neck, wrapped around all parts of the scarf on the neck for him to make a headstool, drowsiness ambushed, Mima closed his eyes for a moment.

Just for a moment, then Mima woke up, the skinny girl with long legs was aghast as she opened her eyes.

“Since when did he stand there?” tannya

A sweet black conductor stands at the corner of the bench and smiles at him, Mima reads the sign on the left chest, “Ahsan Eshaka”.

“Good afternoon, tickets, Bu?” the conductor's friendly.

Mima reached into his pocket and handed him a piece of paper.

“Thank you,” said the conductor smiled very sweetly while tilting his head, Mima just nodded with her face bent, the person who first knew Mima would think she was a haughty girl.

“Over time you sleep,” Shaka said.

“Kurai Taji Station passed an hour ago,” Shaka added.

“One hour?” Mima enforce his seat, usually if it has passed through the station Kurai Taji that means the station Pariaman only stay thirty minutes.

“This is through which path? Usually half an hour also has arrived in Pariaman,” protest Mima.

“Awaited aja, yes. When it arrives it will be answered."

Mima stared at Shaka's back leaving him, Shaka stood at the door of the carriage not far from Mima's bench, Mima's heart starting to unsettle.

He pulled out the phone with the apple logo that bitten a little, but unfortunately there is no network, as hard as sleepiness he held, but the head pain since yesterday gradually light.

Shaka still notices Mima's movements from afar and doesn't stop smiling, not a nosy smile, nor a disrespectful smile, just a sweet smile and getting anxious looking at Mima who was fretting but prestige to ask.

Two hours passed since Mima woke up, Mima already did not know where they were now, as wide as the eyes looked at only the expanse of rice fields that began to turn yellow, the announcement of arrival was not also heard.

“Contexture!” Finally Mima ventured to call the sweet black man who had been watching her since.

Shaka approached Mima, not only standing this time he sat down on the bench next to Mima.

“In the meantime we arrive at your station,” Shaka said.

“I Just want to go to Pariaman, this train must be wrong track.” said Mima.

“Yes, we're going to Pariaman. Pariaman 2013, when you were twelve Aliyah class,” said Shaka carefully!”

Mima thought hard, does that mean he is crossing the time dimension? Is it maybe that ridiculous?

“This must be a ghoib train!” Mima stood up, held her chair and swept across the desolate green carriage.

“Who are you?” ask Mima to panic.

“Mima, sit down, soon the train stops, you can fall!” Shaka reminded, but Mima instead stood away in fear.

“No one is here, you can't even rely on your logic, so come on, sit down first!” Shaka repeated his orders.

Mima sat down and looked at Shaka suspiciously.

“I am Ahsan Eshaka, your husband from the future,” Shaka said with his right palm holding his chest.

“Heh!” cibir Mima tilted his mouth, too far from common sense.

“Now my job is to come with you, this is an unusual journey, your train has crossed the time dimension, you are lucky to have a chance to return to Aliyah to remedial the value of Fiqh.”

Mima is momentarily stunned, why Shaka can know the purpose of her return home is for a remedial procedure, is she including the agency that sent a strange email last night?

The train's long whistle ended Shaka's sentence, The train stopped perfectly, Mima could not accept this fact, the logic felt stupid, but the atmosphere outside the window, really the city of Pariaman when he last left.

“Alhamdulillah, we have arrived!”

Shaka lowers Mima's suitcase from the cabin baggage, Mima's head looks up following Shaka's body movements, silently watching his movements, if from the line and skin of his face, Shaka does not seem to be the one to place. The girl rewears the Bowler hat, tidies the scarf and stands behind Shaka.

“Here's my suitcase!” pinta Mima is sniffled, Shaka hands the black suitcase over and walks ahead.

Stepping straight and dashing then opened the car door lever, then came down with Mima.

Mima pensively groped his suitcase so that Shaka was not aware he was still behind until they were in front of Pariaman train station.

“Hey, why do you write Gue?”