REMEDIALLY
Light Blue Hijab

Mima tried to forget about her immortality last night, she had to bother to calm down so that her heartbreak was not too noticeable this morning. Mima came to the eighth floor of the building where she spent her days working for the past two years as a staff data processing officer at one of the major universities in Jakarta.

“Senjak wear hijab so many who blatantly consider him so. Did you deliberately seek attention?” A half-whispering female employee said this in front of the entrance of the personnel room.

Although the woman did not give her name, Mima's steps came to a sudden halt, especially when the interlocutor kicked the opening man's leg, like giving a code when he realized Mima's presence among them.

“Hih Lo do not believe it anyway, doi it's a round experiment because not the scholarship did not pass, even though it's been fanatical to want to resign from here!” the woman seemed unsatisfied with her opinion.

Yeah, well, what does that have to do with my hijab, Mom?

Hitting people directly is certainly not Mima's habit, although what they are talking about clearly makes Mima feel like he wants to jump into the ravine, Mima is not a human who likes to make a scene.

“Udah how old is he? never been close to a man, have you? too late judes yes, from his face was too tired. Well maybe also because it is too open, no man wants to be serious about him, eat it now try hijab, succeed deh, many are shocked and glance at the end, finally,” connect the most feel right who do not understand that his gift friend has given a hard code that they are being asked for danger.

“Udah, yuk!” invite colleagues who realize the presence of Mima since a few minutes to hear the uncensored chat.

“Yes right? Lo how? Is it weird? Sok uses the word hijrah when. I was horrified again, who yesterday nolongin him in the hotel room also had an affair with him, it's the husband of a guy, why try to make an appointment in the hotel room is it.”

"Udah.it is!"

"Betuhan me, the lecturer of literature must have come here again out of curiosity with him! dih!"

Mima wanted to be as usual, not caring about the human response, but today was sick, the two people were talking about her hijab, she said, whereas he just wanted to learn to use it again without any intention of stealing anyone's attention. Moreover, Mr. Gilang, Mima also wondered why the man was willing to go up to the eighth floor every day just to offer a ride home.

They are clearly wrong if they judge Mima as unattractive, how many men resign slowly because of the sharp eyes of Mima who does not want to lose. Many men openly extend their feelings to Mima, only none of them that Mima feels need to be reciprocated.

But strangely every man who managed to penetrate the heart, uh all already have.

And with all her might Mima chose to hold her heart, inevitably she had to pass two humans who started the day by talking about it, what time did she eavesdrop? he has to get into his room.

“Morning, Mba Meta, Mba Anya,” greet Mima with sweetness as if the two people had just talked about her achievements.

A moment later the woman named Anya silenced her mouth, if her eyeballs were not made by God may have been released so much she glared at the arrival of Mima who walked while greeting too casually.

“Eh, Mim... Morning, Mima, since when are you? I mean, did you tumben a little later? Usually before we-we, right?” he said he was trying to improve the mood, but Mima's heart was already broken.

Women named Anya and Meta bite their lips and argue each other, getting nervous and blaming each other after leaving their morning material revealed directly in front of Mima.

Although he went straight into the room without making any calculations, Mima was sad, the pieces of judgment about him were enough to make his mood bad and his heart that had just been torn widened to present a sense of pain, he just learned to change his perspective on God and life, he just wanted to try to get back on the straight track of living life.

The remedial journey at least made him know the human need for God, but not to mention two months, had some tests made his heart shake.

The hijrah? Is he really emigrating as mentioned earlier? He does not feel that way, but if people see him being transformed in a better direction or they are familiar with the term hijrah, there is a truth to a quote on a book that he has read.

There is no hijrah without testing in it.

His hands were clenched, his eyes glazed, but in front of other humans, He chose to keep pretending to know nothing. He turned on the computer and started the activity as usual.

“Halo, Mima, have breakfast yet?” Ms. Salsa just arrived, put the backpack on the back of her chair and lowered the bag containing breakfast, lunch full of large bottles filled with drinks, and, one more bag usually contains merchandise ordered by people in the office.

Mima neutralized his expression again, so as not to notice being injured.

“Morning, Mom,” reply Mima accordingly. The right side of her black pashmina dangled down, Mima draping back to her shoulder.

“Many orders, Bu?” ask Mima for a little chat.

“Yes, there is a new catalog, many funny, you want to see?”

If what is meant by funny is a hijab with bright colors, Mima is not interested at all, gray and black with all the mysteries in it is still a favorite tone in Mima's life.

“Once in a while you've got that pink color.” Ms. Salsa pulled out her latest hijab catalogue.

“Why, Mom, I look like I didn't change hijab huh?” chirps Mima.

“Nobody said that, Neng. I really imagine you will be more cheerful so with soft colors like this.”

“Iya deh tau.. tau who understand philosophy and color psychology.”

“Try here which one is pink, I want to see.” Mima took the book catalog from Bu Salsa's hand.  Then lowered his head when he opened the hijab ad book sheet by sheet.

At first glance the trajectory of pain in Mima's eyes, but certainly no one dared to ask him.

Ms. Salsa, the woman with the long hijab stuck out under her chest smilingly watched her. Ever since the girl returned to the office after her sabbatical, it was probably only Bu Salsa who did not sneer at Mima with any prejudice.

Instead Bu Salsa is happy, the return of Mima not only with his appearance but his personality changes. Mima who used to only talk as necessary, today has more open interaction with other humans, especially Ms. Salsa.

In the past, they could only see Mima's smile only when the girl often received performance praise in every major gathering. After that, Mima again looks arrogant and arrogant as if he is a mannequin that is being worn super expensive clothes and placed in a large glass display case, untouched.

“Bu Salsa,” call Mima when she arrives at the center of the hijab catalog sheet page, she sees a beautiful celebrity wearing a light blue hijab smiling shade towards the front.

“Iya, Neng, beautiful all the latest collections, you like which, later I'll save the discount,” bargain Bu Salsa.

“Bu, if I buy this hijab I can be as good as the model gini, no?” Mima glanced towards the model, then towards the gray blezzer and black pashmina she was wearing.

Mima then stared at her black phone screen and reflected a shadow of her face. Stared fixed a pair of thin black eyebrows slightly swooping, the nose straight up while the tip taper, then his lips arguably a type of pouty lips, pouty lips, the lips that made her always looked pouted though never meant it to be.

With such stature, the sweet smile on Mima's face was a rare sight, people knew him as arrogant, ambitious, some who had tried to get close to him even considered Mima's standards impenetrable.

“What does this mean?” Ms. Salsa flinch, throughout her career selling online and bringing merchandise to the office, only this time there are such questions from her customer.

“Yes, if I buy this hijab, exactly this one, will I look as good as this model? won't it look pretend again?”

“Who said you were pretending, Mima?”

Mima smiled sincerely towards Bu Salsa, she knew Bu Salsa was not the same as the others. The woman was quite sincere throughout their interactions.

“Not Mom, I know how much I talk about. Who did not pass the scholarship, which he said he was ostensibly hijrah, which he said was to attract the attention of men, essentially Mima and kindness were not something that was compatible. I'm not drama, Mom, I'm horrifying myself.”

“If they talk like that in front of Mom, not pricking their lips, who says?”

Mima just shook his head, it's not important to complain to anyone.

“Let's go, Mom, eat it I nanya, this one is ready, no?”

“Oh so that makes your eyes glaze over this morning?” sela Bu Salsa's.

Mima nodded again.

“Mima, I know you are smarter than Mom, have read thousands of books and studied thousands of branches of science, but try this one little line of advice yes.”

Mima straightened her chin, preparing to receive that line of advice.

“No change without test in it, Neng. I don't know what you've been through before, but everyone who intends to change for the better, the exams will come one by one into his life. To see how far you want to continue or abort your intention to change into a better person again,” said Bu Salsa.

Mima smiled warmly, advice? When was the last time anyone gave him this advice? come to think of it, Miss Salsa is like Mr. Fauzi. The teacher who taught him an important lesson about life even when he was not alive anymore.

“Still yes, Bu.” Mima is sincere, not just pleasantries, he has not been able to take long to parse his thanks.

“It just so happens that this blue one is ready.” Ms. Salsa took out something from a large cardboard bag containing the orders of her loyal customers, a light blue yet manned rectangle including one inside.

“Wah, no!” Mima said, glad not to play. “No one has, right, Mom? Make me yes?” he said he opened his first blue hijab.

“How much, Mom? So not discounted?” Mima spread the cloth wide enough to wear it on the head while reflecting on the monitor screen in front of him.

“I don't like pink, Mom, too girly, light blue yes, it fits?” Mima turned her face left and right in front of Salsa's mother.

“Black, Grey, pink or blue, they all fit you.” Not yet had time to reply Bu Salsa, a heavy voice from the direction of the entrance answered Mima's question by giving a compliment.

Mima stiffened, the voice of the man was quite familiar.