REMEDIALLY
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It has been a month since his arrival in Jakarta, reorganizing his life that had paused for more than a month. His friends and leaders were so grateful to even show proof of their gratitude by holding a small event in the division, Mima survived a night out at the hotel. In his office, Mima was listed with unpaid leave status.

Mima is very grateful that he can return to work, although he has not thought carefully about what his next life plan is, having a place to stay to shelter from the hot sun and the cold of the night, he said, having a workplace to sustain his economic activities, and most importantly being able to learn to worship and maintain the values that he has been able to during remedial, without human interference or his own mind, he said, that's enough for him now.

He doesn't know what he's going to do next in the city he used to love so much because of the heat and noise, it was as if he who had a talent of being alone for a long time and could disappear was swallowed up in the hustle and bustle of the city.

But now Mima does not want to hide anymore, some days he pondered, now he was restless when choosing to be alone, he needs friends, is the definition of normal life has shifted meaning? Being lonely and alone was no longer the most calming for her.

He once tried, in a corner of his room, to wait for the calmness that was present from solitude, which he was depressed, crying almost every day, curled up for hours because of loneliness.

But all is not without reason, from the design of his rigid room he is like seeing the figure of his former self, haughty and high-hearted. One more thing, he misses people whose presence was not very enjoyable, he misses his Father and Mother, misses his grandmother, and he misses his meeting with Shaka.

It has been almost a month since the airport farewell, but Mima has never contacted or found out where the conductor is again. Ever wanted to, but someone held him back, in the hope that he would be reunited without having to arrange it.

At times, Mima unravels the memory that she forgot to ask Shaka, at least about her current status. However, the experience during remedial is not scientific enough to be used as the main reference. Who knows, Shaka who now has one, or any possibility that will complicate his position. So that the choice of avoiding and not cultivating hope is the most appropriate for now. That business card, still neatly stored in Mima's wallet.

And the risk is, the dilemma. Memories that Shaka created often came to play the slides of the meeting at that time, longing for long conversations on the porch of the house, longing for his face that often appeared on the kitchen window, longing for his expression to hold back anger. Shaka's remedial vision is complete, making memories, yes just that.

The desire to meet him was never as big as today, as many of the heartwarming little things Shaka did, but it was not enough to thrill Mima's heart at the time.

“Your vision is to improve your own life, whereas my goal is just to make things sweet, because after our meeting later, we don't have many memories.”

The angel's early morning dialogue pieces still remembered one by one.

But in order to contact and meet him at this time, there were a number of unanswered questions, a number of unexpected emotions.

***

In his office, no one had the heart to ask why Mima was still in Indonesia and not enjoying the education in Oxford. In addition to not being close enough, it seems like the coworkers are also sympathetic to what befell the freelancers at the rectorate of the large campus.

After all they had actually seen the figure of Mima Ayumna Lenkara, a newly reborn co-worker with her current appearance and demeanor. A switch that really makes him like a new person.

“Not yet to return, Ms. Mima,” scolded, literary doctor who somehow stood next to Mima's cubicle.

Jakarta's sky was very dark, the fog clumped, dark evenly, but since it was Monday at the end of the month, no one was in a hurry to leave the work desk. At least in the administrative center building of this 8th floor campus. Mima and several human resources staff are working with their respective deadlines.

But, Mr. GIlang is a lecturer, even if he is also overtime, he should be in the faculty building, not next to the small cubicle of a girl.

“Pak Gilang.” Mima was half surprised and then attached the pasmina to his shoulder.

“Out again, Bu?” inquiringly.

Mima immediately put back the small pieces of paper he was holding, Mima did not know, if indeed Mr. Gilang often visited the building where he worked, Mima did not know, what is clear is that only in recent weeks he was aware of the presence of young doctors who often invited Mima to interact.

If according to the people in his room, Mr. Gilang said he was widower with one daughter who was four years old.

“Pak Gilang himself why not go home? No child pick up, sir?” Mima does not know if after this if he is misinformed Mr. Gilang will say it pretentious.

“Kok know I have a child? You secretly seem to know a lot of things. Or I am often a trending topic for HR children?” he said full of confidence, there are rarely men in the circle of Mima who dare to talk a lot like Mr. Gilang today.

Almost two years of working as a contract power under a human resource unit, can be counted on the fingers of a creature named man who dared to invite him to interaction, even if just a pleasantries.

“I work in the section that takes care of all HR at this campus, if you forget,” elak Mima, even though the section has all employee data until the canteen guard, even though the section has all the employee data, why did he take Gilang's data. He actually got that information from the flashes of materials in the room, that's all.

“Ah yes, I just remember being on the 8th floor, but if you know some about me, at least you need to type or click my name to know personal information. but no matter what, I am happy sjaa. by the way, already want heavy rain, I want to offer a ride home,” said Gilang spontaneously.

A speech that deserves appreciation considering no one preceded it before. Mima squinted his eyes to closely observe Gilang's expression.

At the age of nearly a quarter of a century, Mima has never opened her heart to a man other than Dheo. His obsession with Dheo at that time without him realizing it was not only closing, but also locking his heart's freedom to know other male creatures.

But even though it has been opened, it does not mean that his heart can be entered by anyone. Mima doesn't want to limit her interactions with anyone, but she has to keep a safe distance. Although from normal human glasses and Gilang's track record based on the observation of the material data, he is a man ‘baik-baik’.

Mima saw Gilang's right hand elbow propped up on his cubicle dividing wall, then at a glance Mima glanced at the large window that unfurled the view of the sky that was getting darker, it seemed Gilang was right, soon it would rain heavily.

“Ke Cinnere on foot?”

“Cakep!” mima said spontaneously while holding back laughter.

“I'm No Longer a Pantun, Miss Mima!” the unconscious Gilang protest helped open his mouth from laughing.

"Oh, isn't it? the intonation is similar, hehe. I came to cinere by motorcycle taxi, sir, not by foot" said Mima. the boarding house was quite close to the campus where he worked.

“You are very funny it turns out, so the more curious,” said Gilang frontal.

“Still the offer, Mr Gilang, maybe next time. My work is still a lot,” reject Mima smooth, even though he has no intention of overtime until night.

“I also still want to finish writing kok.”

Finishing writing? Oh I forgot he's a literary doctor. He's got a lot of cool stuff he's not kidding.

Of the many criteria dream men, Mima has a special interest in men who like to read, write and speak.

“Thank you, Mr. Gilang, but I can go home alone, I want to go to the bookstore too,” refuse Mima again.

He sighed disappointedly, but not too frontally pushy.

“You rejected me nih?” Now Gilang propped up his chin with his palm, put on a face of sand.

“I am not able to today, but if it is considered a rejection yes.”.

“Lain times I will try again," interrupted Gilang.

Mima smiled until Gilang pampit and his back disappeared behind the partition of the room.

“Pak Gilang was watching you first, Mim. When you are sick he often updates info about you here. Yes, we do not have an information connector during your time in the village, he recklessly ventured when he saw you enter work again.” Ms. Salsa, a woman who Mima was about the same age as Tek Na, approached Mima after seeing Gilang leave.

“Bu Salsa can be aja.”

“Truly, Darling. I don't mean your soul mate, but as long as I know, he's a good guy.”

“Thanks for the information, Mother,” replied Mima courteously while getting ready to clean up the work that still disfigures her desk. If it's really going to rain soon, he could get stuck in this building.

“Come, Mom we're home!” take Mima before turning off the PC. Not to mention pressing the shutdown button a notification appears in the social media notification window.

“Ahsan Eshaka followed you.”

Mima never shut down the computer, for a split second he flinkered checking the validity of the notification he had just seen. Make sure that it is not a system that is bugg nge bugg, or a mysterious agency that he has received some time ago.

The new follower notification was accompanied by a request for approval to send a message from the same account.

“Mima, let's go home before the real heavy rain, why hasn't the computer turned off?” sela Bu Salsa's.

“Eh yes, Mom, come on!"

I just read at home the message, if it's a system bug, or a mysterious agency, or just because I'm afraid, it should be at home later the message is gone, right?