REMEDIALLY
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It didn't feel much different like the night he waited for his scholarship announcement email, equally hopeful. The difference is that that night Mima was too confident, this afternoon she was too low, anxious and nervous on the sidelines of a small humming pound.

Arriving in his room is quite spacious and comfortable, withheld hands to not immediately remove the phone from the bag. After changing her clothes that were a little wet due to the splash of rain, Mima turned on the diffuser and dripped the essential oil which instantly gave off the bergamote scent helping her calm down.

Lama Mima inhaled the freshness released from the warm oil, pulling and exhaling a few sessions before starting to invite his imagination back to thinking rationally. In any case, he needs to open again the contents of the message on his instagram account.

“Huft, I read ya!” His permission on himself, while crossing his legs over the bed and starting to daub the screen.

Hands and eyes as if trained so nimble access back the page he had opened on his office computer. So only when the message request column successfully opens, there is one name of the sender of the message in the top row.

AhsanEshaka

Mima unconsciously the corner of her lips formed an upward curving line, she was not hallucinating. It's reality!

AhsanEshaka : “Hai, Ayumna. Finally found your account. The business card I was packing the other day is gone huh? I have one month waiting for you to contact me.”

Mima bites her lower lip while staring at the screen displaying a message from Shaka. One day ago, Mima's heart once flowered like this, for Dheo, at that time Mima thought if her love for Dheo stopped, then her heart would die.

“Thank you, God, my heart was not a banana tree that only once bore fruit and then fell .”

The business card that Shaka gave the other day is certainly never lost, Mima even keeps it very well, not an easy thing to defend himself so as not to look around, then the business card is allowed to remain stored for viewing only every day.

Now that his head was raised slightly, the conductor blatantly said to look for him for a month. It was like cheering as a celebration, but he was busy thinking about what kind of reply message he should write.

The one that was in his mind, he was so proud of himself that had the ability to store the taste buds silently. Like teenagers who do not know how to process a pink virus attack, the condition of Mima's heart immediately after replying to a message from Shaka.

AyumnaLenkara: Hi, how are you? Not missing his business card, just busy with work in the office. Other than nicknames, what makes you sure this bawha is my account?

The account was locked and Mima never posted a photo of herself anywhere.

AhsanEshaka : Wih! Good news. Don't know how to feel. The same feeling I had when I found you at the airport. And here we are, we'll see you again.

Mima stiffened, it felt so cranky, there was a wave of feelings rolling around in his stomach. Finally Mima, a silent figure who matures with his own hard heart turned out to be able to feel a feeling that this time was no longer the wrong address.

But who can guarantee that Shaka is the right person? Is a soul mate predictable just because there is a side who is going to GR-an? Ask Mima in her own heart.

AyumnaLenkara : Nice to meet you, Shaka conductor.

*AhsanEshaka :*To be honest I am still curious, I did not have time to hear your story. If you are not busy, when can we meet? Or if you don't mind I'll invite you to my mother's house.

To .. to the house? meet Mother? That fast?

Mima threw her phone in surprise, then covered her face with a palm.

No! why does falling in love feel so good?

AhsanEshaka: If you mind it's okay, Ay. Anyway, don't forget to follow me back.

Mima opened the profile account Ahsan Eshaka, almost no self-portrait, except the portrait with a middle-aged woman who is graceful, if from the caption that Shaka wrote, the woman is his mother.

Then Mima pressed the Follow button, there was a pride for her.

AyumnaLenkara :Followed, Ohya, Just call me Ayumna.

AyumnaLenkara: Must be complete.

AhsanEshaka: All right, Miss Ayumna, so what? You're not busy? I'm calling ya.

Wait...wait since when did she relax with me-you?

Without waiting for confirmation from Mima, a call came in, a profile photo of the sweet black conductor wearing a full-service uniform, flickering on Mima's call screen.

Mima straightened her seat, tidying her hair, as if her expression would be read only from the sound.

“Sorry yes, I called, you slowresponse! Busy again, huh? I'm not bothering you, am I?”

When have you never bothered me, Shaka. You're always annoying, but this time I'm happy to be calm.

“Slightly,” replied Mima short, while adjusting her breathing.

“Honestly I am still curious to hear that story,” urged Shaka.

“Sorry, is it not possible if I play to your house, is it too hasty? You leave until when?.”

If you can talk honestly actually in the head of Mima is no longer about the agenda of 'playing' to the house, but have imagined what customary clothes they will wear if they are going to get married in the near future.

“Yes anyway, I thought that too, anyways later if you go to my house maybe we also can not old stories, we make an appointment before Saturday how? Lunch maybe?” tawar Shaka's.

“Em, as long as it doesn't play at your house, you can!”  A few seconds later Mima amused herself with her sentence, but oral talk was not something that could be erased and then lost.

“He, actually I invite you to the house not in order to mess around too anyway.” Shaka's tone of voice turned a little more serious.

“Oh, so?” Mima was in the fog, he answered in short so nervous. If not in order to play, then? Did Shaka immediately think he would introduce her to the prospective in-laws.

Stay calm, Mim!

“Actually Saturday is my engagement. Mom says tell my friends in Jakarta, I'm confused, my friends here live a few grains, and we're friends, right? so I'm against you, but that's also if you can.”

People say, in every human being there must be a sense of calm that can be relied upon when they need it, Mima is looking for it now, Mima, he silently flinch over Shaka's sentence which sounded like a thumping sound slurping towards his heart's defense system.

Mima was calm, but he predicted it would soon explode, he had no defense, since receiving Shaka's message he was too spoiled with wishful thinking, he himself raised his premonition too high above what he could afford to do.

Shaka called, several times waiting for Mima's next response. Mima whose heart suddenly hot due to squeezed expectations himself immediately disconnect the call and choose to turn off the data connection.

The teraphy aroma that was sharp now smelled almost gone, probably also because Mima inhaled it greedily.

Once again fate made her joke, Mima did not cry, she wanted to laugh, but where was the funny part?

“Shaka? her house? Engaged?”

His throat felt dry, but there was a kind of fear of running off the water at times like these. Minutes after feeling stable, Mima reopened Shaka's Instagram page on her phone.

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The girl threw her phone out of the reach of her eyes, took a pillow and buried her head deeply.