REMEDIALLY
Farhanas

The man quietly continued to watch Mima until his steps completely stopped right in front of Mima's body which was almost as tall as hers.

Gilang had been watching Mima since the girl was still a student, but she and Mima almost never talked to each other, although often Gilang could often just chat with her.

For some reason, before her return that day, Mima was too unreachable, a smile that was almost never on her face making her not an approachable person.

The incident about Mima a few months ago made Gilang find out more about the girl who was once short-haired shoulder to shoulder. Armed with the information about Mima that he got, after Mima returned to the office, Gilang ventured to greet him for the first time as a colleague.

Mima Ayumna Lenkara had short shoulder-length hair, with a tie neck and facial features that almost never had a smile, that form alone was very beautiful in the eyes of Gilang, who was very beautiful, especially after her return after a sabbatical, Mima with a makeshift black pashmina, never failed to look charming and in the eyes of Gilang nilaina growing. increasingly make the lecturer of literature did not want to linger again start his business.

The good-natured lad went along with him when he first greeted Mima and the girl replied politely, apparently not as bad as she had imagined, feeling that she had a response, Gilang did not want to waste the opportunity until today.

“Yet again,” he said as he watched Mima's clean white face behind his dark hijab, thin polish on his face looked like he had just finished touch up, fresh once.

Mima just smiled and nodded small, it was already night, but the fragrance of Gilang perfume was still smelled with a radius of their distance that was not too close, Mima inhaled it like smelling aromatherapy candles.

“Actually intentionally anyway.” Gilang.

Mima knitted her brows.

“You still have events?” ask Gilang again.

“I want to find something.” Mima hopes the answer can be a subtle rejection, she is unlikely to go looking for an outfit with this man.

“Below, there is a cafe whose coffee is very good, if you don't mind I want to invite you there, as an apology for the attitude of Sya earlier.”

Mima had even forgotten which attitude of Sya needed a special apology. According to Mima all young children are like that, although they do not like children too much, but they do not feel hurt so they must be paid with a cup of coffee.

Could be your father's business, yes!

Mima's expression seemed to be thinking about Gilang's offer.

“We are not both, there is my sister, her future husband, there is Sya also later.”

“Sya nothing wrong, Mr. Gilang. The response is normal. Anyway, I don't drink coffee.”

Let alone coffee, a tablet drug that could once swallow like a terrible alien to Mima.

“Then what do you drink, what do you like? A tea? Ice cream?”

After some consideration in his head, Mima accepted Gilang's offer. The early 30-year-old man's smile was not hidden. Gilang invites Mima to walk ahead of him.

***

It took Mima five minutes to decide if she would ask back or answer Gilang's questions. It seems like he has run out of his list of questions.

“Sorry if I interrupt your time,” he said.

Mima was shocked to hear the man's statement. Some time recently, he became easily sensitive and hesitant to others.

“Eh, I am sorry if impressed ketus,” I admit.

“Nothing, if you are more silent, it means I am not creating a groove that makes you comfortable.” Gilang then blew a little coffee from the lip of his cup before sipping it so solemnly.

When the lips of the cup were between his own lips, Gilang's eyes were still watching Mima's face, while the wind in the room suddenly felt so cold. The Americano he ordered also suddenly felt very creamy, even though Mima just smiled very thinly. So thin can only be seen with a microscope lens with a magnification of 100 times.

The coffee cup is placed back on the mat, “And you already want to sit still here just like me, I've been very happy,” he continued.

Mima's common sense says this man is trying, but Mima still has no interest in engaging in any feelings for his co-worker.

“That's in the rhyme book or poem Pak Gilang to what?” Mima shifted the focus of their conversation. “Or have you spoken to how many women, at least in this week?”

Gilang leaned his shoulder against the chair then chuckled at Mima's response. “Boleh also the idea, later I write the deck, special rhymes in love," chirped Gilang more and more.

“Many will buy his work." Mima responded simply, "I actually have an important need to come to this mall, Mr. Gilang,”, Mima said after previously sipping warm tea and giving space to his chest cavity to be a little calmer.

“Buying the book earlier?” guess Gilang.

“That's one of them.”

“Oh, so I'm interrupting?”

“Slightly,” Mima said in a joking tone, she actually wasn't really bothered. Although his feelings did not develop during being near Gilang, but for the class of literature lecturers, Gilang was not boring at all, even impressed bluntly.

“Anyway, I really want to apologize for my son's attitude.” Gladly shifted the position of the glass to the edge so as not to block his view of Mima.

“How many times have I said, I am totally okay, Yes little boy, so that's normal, right?” mima hatch.

Of course not for Gilang, he hopes Sya, his son can be sweet and learn to accept Mima.

“Eh. A minute, yeah.” Gilang's hand gesture asked permission to receive a call from his mobile phone. Mima nodded in greeting and refocused on his ordered vanilla tea.

Then Gilang stood up and waved his hand towards the entrance of the restaurant, Mima was not too curious about the activity, she did not turn her head at all.

“That's her, Sya, and her Aunt.” Gilang explained to Mima. Once again Mima simply responded with a small nod. He had no interest in getting along with the Gilang family.

Inevitably Mima switched his eyes as the sound of small steps ran over and Gilang spread his arms to greet his daughter. Mima pulled the chair back and got up from her seat, trying to be reasonable.

“Papa!” Sya cried jumping into her Papa's arms, as if they had not met a month.

Why I know my son so well. Obviously, his son did not like it.

Sya's response was the same as Mima's, not interested, just that Sya was more honest and natural showing her dislike, but because her Papa forced her, Sya nodded forcefully.

Not yet had the opportunity to mention the name Mima, her sister who had just arrived at their table and stood right in front of Mima, she was immediately stunned.

“Mima yes?” The younger brother of Gilang tilted his head and narrowed his eyes to make sure his guess was correct.

“Fara!?” Mima was no less shocked and returned Fara's gaze with the same look.

“Mima Ayumna Lenkara, right? man Alumni Compassion, Mr. Fauzi's favorite son!” The woman with the pink hijab held Mima's shoulder as she threw the validation questions.

“Yes, Farhana, it's me, Mima!” mima replied, a smile curving up on her lips.

“You're in Jakarta now?” mima asked, he did not realize his expression and intonation was too excited, even though Fara's response was not as excited.

“I have been in Jakarta for a long time, since I passed S2,” said Fara flat.

Mima's mouth rounded and nodded, she was really still very enthusiastic about meeting Fara tonight. Finally there is one wisdom that he can find from the activity around the mall that he felt was in vain.

“Su is long? But yesterday, we just met at school, studied together.” Mima's hand moved in an explanation reminding Fara of what they had just passed together.

Fara's eyes squeaking, “Yesterday? Six years ago you mean?

“Yesterday... yesterday one month ago, Far.” Mima played down the intonation of his voice, now no longer excited when he remembered, the meeting he meant was a special meeting, which was almost everyone Mima met there, I don't feel the same way with Mima.

Fara is of course the same as Tek Na, Shaka and the others. Not remembering their meeting there.

Meeting people from the past who knew him was one of the fun things for Mima. He paid all his attention to the figure before him, with sparkling eyes watching Fara from top to bottom.

Admittedly, Fara changed considerably, her skin pure white approaching the color of powdered milk. Her face was beautiful almost without any excess polish, at a glance the woman exuded an aura of incredible elegance.

She is not Fara yan Mima knew first, Mima tidka many remember the story pieces about Fara anyway, they are also not too close, which Mima remembered Fara a cheerful person, who was a cheerful person, he did not feel at home if he had to choose Mima as his playmate.

What Mima remembers as well is Fara whom she met during her remedial, Fara who is expressive, aggressive and quite noisy. Later Mima remembered the story of Bu Salsa who said that the younger brother of Mr. GIlang was an Oxford graduate.

If you look at how Fara used to be, it feels like he is not a person who is ambitious and has a distant vision like that.

“Why, you? Why are you here the same.” Fara hanging his question, his head turned to Gilang and once to Mima.

“So, you're Pak Gilang's sister?” cut Mima.

Fara nodded quickly, “and you?” ask Fara to Mima.

“You know? Right, Mim, this is Fara my sister, and Fara, this is Mima the HR person in the office uda.”

Mima took both of Fara's arms and shook them.

“Fara!” Mima embraces Fara's body, the girl wears wedges that make her height almost the same as Mima.

Gilang's guessing turn, the relationship between Mima and Fara. Since graduating MA and their parents died, his sister Fara did indeed join Gilang living in Jakarta, after which Fara continued S2 in Oxford and returned again to Jakarta and lived with him.

In a moment Gilang will complete his duties as the guardian of Fara, which is to marry his sister.

“This is Mima my friend in Ma first, Da,” said Fara.

Mima nodded quickly.

“So you want a fiancee Saturday, congratulations ya!” Mima rubbed Fara's arm so gently and sincerely. I don't know where that friendship instinct came from.

If previously Mima was still looking for an excuse not to attend Gilang's invitation, now no longer, she would prioritize, and would rejoice to attend the event.

“Iya, Mim. You must have been invited with Da Gilang huh?”

Mima nodded enthusiastically, “InsyaAllah I will attend, Far, I am very happy to see you again,” he said sincerely.

“Thank you, Mim, I wait!”

“Ekhem, but he's coming for Uda, not for you, Ra!”

“Ondeee!” cebik Fara heard his brother's statement, “remember umua, Da!” (Remember the age, Brother)

Mima was still smiling exhaling her breath so relieved, her mood was improving again, soaring 100% after her encounter with Fara.

“You did come here with Da Gilang?” ask Fara.

“No, Far. I'm actually wearing the right clothes to come to your show later. You're cape, aren't you? Want to accompany me for a minute? If you choose yourself fear I choose black or gray again.” asked Mima expectantly.

“May I eat yes, I want to join Aunty?” Fara asked her nephew.

“No, Aunty! I want to go home with papa,” replied Sya indifferently, the girl with two pigtails in her head was already focused on her gadget.

“Nothing, Just let me be the same. You two have fun. You don't need permission from your husband, do you? uh by the way where is your future husband?”

“So he ran until the front, kept saying back home, there was work he said.” Fara shifted the chair and sat down next to Mima's chair.

Mima sipped her warm tea excitedly, impatiently wanting to share many stories with Fara. They may not have been close in the past, but may Mima ask God to make them friends from today.