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“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.

After throwing his praises from the front of the glass door with the bright yellow sills typical of their institution, Gilang stepped in to approach Bu Salsa and Mima. Mima immediately lowered his head and put his blue hijab back into the ziplock.

“That's right, mom said what, Neng. Beautiful, right, Mr Gilang?” repeat Miss Salsa.

“Thank you, Ms. Salsa, Mr. Gilang,” said Mima.

Mima again pretended to be busy with his desk, not that he did not like being praised, but somehow the literature lecturer was not the person Mima wanted to hear his praise.

“Mba Mima no events Saturday tomorrow?” tanya Gilang chit-chat.

Saturday tomorrow, the one thing Mima remembers about Saturday tomorrow is just an invitation from Shaka last night. Suddenly wanted it felt like she was squeezing a neatly folded hijab inside the packaging.

Mima shook his head at Gilang.

“Then I invite you to the same Bu Salsa as well yes, my sister's engagement event,” tawar Gilang.

Mima looked up half in disbelief, the engagement event is not a wedding reception that is usually made a kind of big celebration. Who goes into the guest list of engagement event invitations is open very limited? Why was Mima invited?

“Your sister who just returned from Oxford?” ask Miss Salsa.

Whoa, Oxoford.

Mima gulped his saliva as Bu Salsa mentioned one of the places she wanted to go the most first, which she now kept tight on that ambition.

“Iya, Mom. The show is family only, but I want Mima to come, and there is Bu Salsa who knows how to air as well, let Mima friends there.”

Hey, I didn't say I was coming, did I?

Without the need to be filtered, people who heard Gilang's offer also knew that he wanted to get closer to Mima using the family event line.

“Can, Mim?” dirga's voice sounds a little hopeful.

Mima just wanted to open her mouth to apologize and reject the offer, again Bu Salsa one step ahead.

“If you have been invited directly, must come loh, Neng, if there is no more important and urgent event,” said Bu Salsa who applies as a stove every time Gilang comes to the room.

Nothing is more important? obviously the schedule of reading books, just lying down or enjoying the rest of the heartbreak is a more important agenda for Mima Mima than going out of the house without a particular trip.

“Eh, But I don't make it,” said Gilang again.

It's not ena, right. Miss Salsa, why do you have to say that?

“InsyaAllah, Sir.”

Actually Mima wanted to know directly from Gilang, what was the reason for inviting Mima. Okay they've known for a long time, but they've only been communicating for a month. Not close enough to even be called a friend.

She could not hide her smile.

“Wah, Thank God. I wait for you yes. Actually this is in the house of my sister-in-law, but our house is quite close, we are neighbors, so the parents request the man to be held at his house.”

Mima nodded at just that.

“By the way, where is the show?” Gilang laughed a little.

“Oh yes... yes, where is the show, Mr Gilang?” asked Mima again, he just remembered Gilang did not give him an invitation card that he could see the location plan of the event.

“Edelwis Estate, deket right? I will share the lock if it is the next day. Or do you want me to pick up?”

“Keselek, Mba Meta?” ask Gilang seriously to the woman behind the screen of her PC monitor.

“Pak Gilang, no hours? Very comfortable playing in HR, this is working hours, sir,” says women with bunches am Meta on his desk.

Without heeding Meta's insinuations, Gilang said goodbye to Bu Salsa and Mima.

“Where, Mima, would I like to pick you up?” he said before completely turning around.

"No need, sir, my house is not too far from Edelwis. Riding Ojek is okay, right?" tanya Mima hesitates considering the housing called Gilang is a location that often appears in property advertisements on television.

"Where is your home?"

"Rukita Lavender, sir," said Mima.

For just boarding, the place that Mima mentioned already includes elite occupancy of the boarding level. Since living in Jakarta, Mima has lived there. At that time the consideration was because only ten minutes if walking to campus, now still the same, Mima still move on the same campus with a different profession, Mima said, he had never thought of moving out of that place.

"Well, pretty dong, I just found out!" exclamation Gilang.

Yes it does not matter also Mr. Gilang just knew then or now right?

"Ktia's neighbor, Mima. Next year I want to run for RT so I can take security money to you," joked Gilang, he seemed to forget that he had said he would be out soon.

"He, my boarding money has included RT security money, sir, so later ask my Mother Kost only," replied Mima seriously.

"Haha, it turns out you can joke too, Mima. Thank goodness."

Ha's? Thank goodness she said? 

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As soon as Gilang from their room, Ms. Salsa unceasingly gave advice with super persuasive sentences, very full of sedition, as if it had laughed at a happiness if Mima responded seriously to the code from Gilang.

“From human glasses anyway, Mr. Gilang is no gap, Mim,” chirped Bu Salsa who has not given up.

Ms. Salsa said a fact, Mima approved the statement from her heart.

“I agree anyway, Mom!” mima Sahut.

“Nah!” Miss Salsa flicked her hand.

“Agree that Mr. Gilang is that cool, but unfortunately I already have a future husband, Mom,” muttered Mima almost inaudible while glaring at the ceiling of the room in a pure white.

“Lah? da? Alhamdulillahot. Yes, it most definitely means your attitude closes the gap, already have a husband candidate it turns out, Mother becomes the same person. You guys engaged too?”

Mima.

“Inya already,” said Mima slowly.

“Ha, how?” Ms. Salsa stood up and extended her neck again.

“Iya, she already wanted a fiancee when I just invested feelings,” said Mima bitterly and slowly.

Mima tapped the tip of the pen on his desk, his eyes staring blankly at the tip of the pen with the hangers of his name while biting his lower lip. Quite a strange condition to think about. His heart was wounded without anyone scratching it.

What's Shaka coming for? why would Shaka go on my remedial trip? bothering me almost every time until I get caught up in the atmosphere and busy looking for her whereabouts in the real dimension? Am I late to go home so that the Shaka I met is someone's future husband? Or, is there another Ahsan Eshaka who will really become my husband in the future?

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