REMEDIALLY
Musala

While normalizing her heartbeat, Mima walked quickly to find the exit of the building, she wanted to forget her previous intention to look for hijab and clothes.

“Already the most real, shopping in the marketplace, much safer right? at least I don't have to mess with unwanted people,” great-grandson.

His mind leaps, looking for where his feelings should be positioned. It's too early to cry over a broken heart, it's hard to figure out who hurt in this story.

The opening of the business card that had been following him, maybe because of that thing as well, he was still connected to the name listed there. Mima found it easily from her bag.

After looking left and right, he finally found a trash can. Mima headed for the trash can at the front of the kids station. He wanted to throw away a piece of paper, following all the memories of the person whose name was imprinted there.

About the man who is not clear where he came from, and why he should be on that journey, a journey that until now did not want Mima to call a dream.

But it hurts too much to be accepted as something real. Let alone knowing her feelings, Shaka did not even recognize her at all. I don't know what Shaka has to do with the trip.

“Beat everything you do and say on the way it all just ‘sweanis’?” inwardly Mima, she raised next to her upper lip forming a skeptical smile.

“There has never been a history of people meeting dream path soulmates, Mima!” If he can, he wants to shake his own head.

“Or is it true that he once said his purpose was only to create memories, because in the future he will not have many memories with me?” Mima repeated what came to his mind at that time.

“Repot-repot once you, Ghoib conductor!”

Mima squeezed the innocent paper so dramatically, dumping it in a small trash can, it was as if he was throwing that thing into the abyss and desperately hoped that the name would actually sink and would never rise again to the surface of his brain.

Mima doesn't want Shaka to be part of her ambition, it shouldn't be. Ambition has broken many good words in the heart. He must do everything in his power to accept what is predestined, as bitter as anything.

“What might be different if at that time your presence was not made in vain?” regrettable.

After making sure the paper was where it should be, Mima began to think about reviewing her feelings. Although the steps are increasingly shaky, strengthened so that quickly finished his business in the mall this afternoon.

“Mima!”

The hot air again seeps into the auditory cavity when its name is called a man.

“Is that business card also talkable and ghoib like its master?” inner Mima.

The next second Mima could digest, it wasn't Shaka's voice, and Shaka didn't call her that.

“Papa!” the sound of a girl's whining made Mima turn her head.

“Pak Missing!” Mima exhaled while glaring at the eyes. It seemed like tomorrow he would have to really think carefully about the idea of wandering the mall alone, in order to avoid being paced with unexpected people.

“Papa, Come! Later Aunty Ra comes home, Sya want to see the dress, Sya want to see the dress,” whining little boy who tugged Gilang's hand. Mima's attention turned to the beautiful princess around 5 years old.

In the past, Mima was not a person who was too happy with children, at certain times he was even very uncomfortable if he saw the situation of a tantrum child while his parents were silent.

“For a moment yes, Son,” refer Gilang gently.

Oh, Mr. Gilang's son. Real pretty.

Mima saw her who was still in formal uniform.

“I'm looking for a book again, Sir!”

“Wah, book?” Glad looks enthusiastic.

But there is no way Mima will tell the book in his hands, not interested in also telling Gilang the real purpose of him coming to this mall.

“Pak Missile?” Mima distracts Gilang from the book he's carrying.

“I just picked up Sya, when the day has agreed to play, our house is not far from here too, Mim. But earlier Sya Video call same tantenya who is fitting wedding dress, she so maksa want to come along,” explained Gilang, occasionally looking at her daughter who is still whining.

“Quick, Papa! Who is this aunt? just interrupt, I'm going to Aunty, Pa!” His voice is getting higher.

Mima threw out his eyes, She blatantly showed her dislike for Mima.

How scary is my aura, Sya? Until you don't like that?

“Sya!” firmly Gilang, “You can not be like that, Aunt Mima is Papa's friend, I'm not polite with Papa's friend!”

“Sya want Aunty anyway!” rengek Sya did not care about his father's advice.

“Mima, sorry... I delivered Sya to her aunt first yes, happened to be around here too.”.

“Please, Sir, I also want to go to musala.”  Mima.

“Sya say sorry first to Aunt Mima,” Gilang command.

“No want, Yes want Aunty!” sya whinek.

“Eh, it's okay, Sir, Sya doesn't understand yet, she's looking forward to going to her Aunty,” bela Mima.

Let alone Shaka, Sya who is a child is not comfortable being around him.

“Excuse Yes, Mima, we excuse you first.”

Mima smiled slightly and nodded. After Gilang relented and was dragged by his son away from Mima, the girl breathed deeply while carrying her small paper bag.

***

Breeze from the air conditioning stroked Mima's forehead who had just finished her magrib prayer, not wanting the drama-filled trip tonight to go to waste, Mima would continue her goal, there was already one boutique that had been marked, she said, she'll be there soon and home, the cold room must be wondering why Mima came home late.

But just his feet stepped down the exit of the musala in the mall, from a distance of a few steps can identify someone sitting wearing his shoes.

With his hair still half wet, his shirt sleeves rolled almost to the elbows, the man raised his head, then his eyes were exactly straight with round eyes Mima who was watching him.

Dashed was already hoping to escape to the back again, inevitably Mima fell silent as the man smilingly walked up to her.