REMEDIALLY
Fittings

“What do you mean, Mim? How can you fail to understand?” urged Bu Salsa, she was curious about the 'prospective husband' Mima meant.

“Lupain aja, Bu,” Mima. He thought it best to bring this chatter back to the neutral zone, he was still not too comfortable sharing things with others. Besides in their room many possibilities that can happen, it could be a lot of morning will rise new rumors about him.

“Alright, alright!” Bu Salsa gave up, “so there is no hope for Mr Gilang nih?”

“For now no, Bu,” bright Mima firmly.

"When I think he is suitable for you, especially he is also a minang loh, Mim. Bukittinggi people if you're not wrong."

"Thank you for the information, Miss Salsa."

“But you already said yes, so you should try to meet the invitation yes, Mim,” advises Bu Salsa like a parent who is advising his child.

“But I didn't say promise, Mom,” elak Mima.

“You said InsyaAllah.”

Mima smiled faintly, she was happy whenever Ms. Salsa reminded her of anything. Or is it true that many people have loved and paid attention to it? It's just that it's blown away by his haughty attitude and high ego.

Mima still remembers how she used to work as if she didn't need anyone else, let alone talk as much as she does with Ms. Salsa now, Mima is comfortable standing still behind the word “introvert” embedded in his personality.

Mima the lonely girl, used to feel no one understood her wishes, always felt lonely, always felt everything she wanted she could achieve on her own without the help of others. With the excess of sense that he had, Mima felt that he did not need the people around him, socializing became the most troublesome thing for Mima.

Recently he realized, introtovert and antisocial are two different things. An introvert is a personality type, antisocial sedankgan is a personality disorder, and for almost twenty-four years he experienced it.

The remedial journey truly opens the eyes and the heart, a new system awakens in the life of Mima Ayumna Lenkara.

“Iya, Mom... Yes, later in the afternoon I want to find clothes that are worthy of the condangan, Miss Salsa no time? Help me choose a color, Mom,” Mima advances her lower lip to make a little pleading impression on the woman in her early 40s.

Should be at this age, Mima has her own circle that can at least be a friend hang out, hunt outfit, or just go watch at the weekend as a place to unwind. But Mima has already avoided “toxic” which is very likely to exist in such a circle. The only peer Mima had, the last one in the village was Fara. Her current friend MA whom she also met during the remedial.

Mima does not know the news of Fara now, when she was a remedial, Fara is still a girl who is jolly, chatty and aggressive. Mima gave a small smile as she recalled Fara's maniacal face as Shaka stayed at the canteen.

“Duh, Sorry, Neng, I have to go home fast today,” reject Bu Salsa smooth.

Mima forgot, Miss Salsa has a family, she has a husband and two children who are definitely waiting for her to come home. Unlike her who was only anticipated by the cold boarding room.

“Try you bring another one, Meta or Anya?”

Mima is dedicated, she does need friends, but not Anya and Meta either. Although it really needs the opinion of others, but Mima has trained himself. Going by two names that clearly slandered him this morning is the same as pushing yourself off a cliff.

Already she decided, this afternoon will explore from boutique to boutique looking for one or several outfit that is in line with the hijab she just bought. Mima also just had some hijabs and she was about time she added the primary needs of a woman on that one.

***

Mima leaned back in the passenger seat of the taxi, his mind drifted, partly thinking about why he had to bother to the mall if he usually used to shop with online shop mode, and partly thinking about why he had to bother to shop, and does she really want to look for an outfit? Though Gilang's invitation is not that special, Mima will leave because he has said he will try to leave.

Also, the Saturday Gilang meant was the same Saturday as Shaka's engagement day he mentioned a few days ago.

Mima has not had many references to overcome heartbreak, but maybe by occasionally attending a friend invitation can be the best choice at this time.

Mima took out the pieces of business cards that she still kept, the plan was that she would throw them away after coming down later. He saw once again the name listed there.

It felt like he wanted to hope that everything Shaka said about the engagement was just a joke or that Shaka was testing it, obviously Mima still hoped that there would be a plot twist the conductor was preparing for him.

But unfortunately expecting it is the same as expecting a salary in the office to rise 50%.

***

Mima breathed deeply as she stepped into the mall, crowded, crowded among young people. As he used to do when he went to the shopping center that was first sought by Mima was usually a bookstore.

Most often Mima will look for books on the philosophy of rationalism, or hunt for novels by Friedrich Nietzche who for years managed to doctrine Mima's brain.

Janngan forgot, Mima was also very happy to buy a book written by Dheo, only, Mima never looked for it in a bookstore, but she was very happy, he is always the first and foremost reader in the pre order queue and willing to wait any length of time for the arrival of the Dheo book and the author's signature.

Now, although Dheo and his story no longer have a place in Mima's life, Mima will also not throw away his books. Mima is indeed happy with the man's writing, Mima actually likes Dheo because of his wisdom Dheo process words to become a work.

Mima likes the words, Since long ago actually he had the tendency of people who also love the strands of words.

“But it seems Shaka is not that kind of person,” besit him suddenly. Then he shook his head quickly.

He's taken, Mima! Remember that!

Mima is familiar with the row of bookshelves both in the library and in the bookstore, he can easily find the book he wants to look for, but at this time his feet do not enter the row of philosophy bookshelves, philosophy bookshelves, but the line of self improvement about starting a relationship.

“Since when have I been in this theme?” his inner.

However, Mima indirectly is indeed waiting for the time where his life will be he “restart”.

Post-heartbreak because the future husband turned out to be just a sentence game, maybe he will try to open his heart to start a relationship. But at this time his heart was asked to wait for a while, at least after Shaka was actually given a stamp by the religious court.

Maybe he will open his heart to a man who is as single as he seems, no longer the husband of the person, the fiance of the person, or his father the person who approached him lately.  Although all the terms Mima wanted at the moment only refer to one name.

Oh so this is how it feels not to be shunned?

After reading a glimpse of the information in the book he chose, Mima then entered the book with a pink cover and immediately paid for it.

He then walked away from the bookstore and circled around which part he should roughly go to.

“Ayumna!” call someone suddenly from behind.

Mima was surprised then reflex turned his head, Suddenly the whole stomach Mima felt spinning, his round eyes more fusillade, he pegged for a split second, he pegged for a split second, it looked like a mannequin that was behind a large glass that was behind the man who called out to him.

And the guy just got out of there, standing right in the automatic doorway that wasn't closed because he was actually in the middle of the sensor between the entrance and the exit.

After Mima turned her head, then the man actually went out the door, he walked closer to Mima.

“Bye, really! Ayumna,” said she made sure half-cheering, as if Ayumna was entering the DPO in her life in the past few days.

Mima's knees were limp, it seemed like soon his body would tremble violently and chaotically like a full-blown cloth drying machine.

“Hai!” greet Mima was nervous.

Once a ghoib remained a ghoib, wasn't Shaka now in Jakarta? Why play to the mall to Depok anyway?

Mima looked down, Shaka looks much fresher and handsome today, but only wears a white shirt whose arms are folded slightly and khaki jeans.

Very much different from Shaka who was in a uniform conductor complete with his hat. Suddenly Mima is eager to see Shaka with his scabbard as he departs for suratu every dawn and magrib.

Strong, Mima, strong! remember Your clothes and hijab no one has bought yet! Time to go here now?

“Malah hi!” reply Shaka a little emotion.

Loh, kok?

“You blocked me, why?” tukas Shaka doesn't like it.

“I think my HP is damaged, because the signal is fine, but I can not continue the call to you after it was interrupted yesterday, just as I double-checked, it turns out I also block instagram me?”

“You... How can it be here? Didn't you say you were coming home to Jakarta?” Without wanting to confirm the reason for the block, Mima directed the conversation to another topic.

“My house is in Jakarta, my mother's house is in Depok. You yourself also said it in Jakarta.”

“Time from Padang? The plane landed in Jakarta anyway.”

In addition, because the campus where Mima works is a college that enters PTN owned by DKI Jakarta.

“Ok, whatever. Jakarta or Depok are obviously we finally met here, and why did you block me the other day?”

Why yes?

Mima dizzy, his head is still struggling to find a reason that if it makes sense, so that he is not too visible “kalah” because “lajur hope.”

“Sorry, Ayumna.but I thought you were a ghoib, Ay, who could suddenly disappear from the desert or something.” continued Shaka.

“As if you've already found me around the world huh?” Mima tilted her smile.

The intention of moving on was so shaky for a moment.

Wake up, Mima! It's the real world!

“But really, Ay! you, what you said at our meeting, our chat that was just a glance, you continue to disappear anyway, too mysterious for me to consider real.” accuse Shaka who still does not accept.

"Here I Am, I'm an ordinary man!" Mima pointed at herself with ten fingers.

“You are alone ? Abis from where? So your home in Depok is not in Jakarta?” ask Shaka streak.

“Iya, I'm from the office, deket here only kok.”

“Ngapain travel to the mall alone?”

Perhaps Shaka is still suspicious of Mima's existence as a human.

“Ya as usual people to the mall anyway! it's also on its own.” Mima did not accept being called strange because it circled the mall itself.

“I'm not alone, that's him again try the suntiang and what's the name I don't really understand.” Shaka looked back and slightly extended his neck, as if making sure the “dia” was still in there.

Oh, they mean fittings again? Mima is very stupid, obviously Shaka came out of the wedding dress gallery. Yes, it may be alone, if alone also definitely for the wedding business!

“Biasalah if this custom clothing is more complicated, right? moreover, he and his mother's father were real minang.”

Mima started thinking about leaving immediately, she was worried that her disappointed look could be read by Shaka. After all, for Shaka Mima is a stranger, who cannot be jealous or whatever his name is.

At that point, Mima was stunned, poignant radiating as well, evenly into her bloodstream. There was not a single part between his limbs that did not feel any pain.

“I said I still have business.”

“Ayumna, briefly.”

“Call Mima aja, Mr Conductor!”

“And you said I should call you Ayumna.”

Mima breathed out her heavy breath.

“Good, just assume yesterday I got the wrong person, okay?”

“Can, but can I have my block opened? I just want to invite you..”.

“Sorry, but next Saturday I have an appointment!” cut Mima.

After that he actually left Shaka who seemed to still bear the curiosity. Samar Mima hears a female voice calling out to Shaka which makes the man undo his intention of chasing after Mima.