REMEDIALLY
Back to the house
“Not that I said, my job is to give you so that the remedial can be completed soon. Right now your clever logic is going to work a little slow, so you need a lot of information. You don't want the remedial not to graduate until next year, right?” shaka.
Mima then stepped slowly closer to the man who had indeed messed up almost half of his common sense.
“By nanya?” Mima stepped slowly closer to Shaka's face, Shaka not the least bit backwards instead nodding and smiling looking at Mima's annoyed face from close range.
“Lo from jin nation huh?” ketus Mima's.
“Nak aja,” protest Shaka away from Mima's face. “If I am a genie means you are his wife jin!” hatchlings.
“Stop talking that silly thing!”
“That's ridiculous, Ay. I'm an ordinary man just like you, we're from the same time dimension, I'm your husband from the future. Not long after the night of the announcement."
“Yes why do you want the future to come? Why must it now? I'm not much more business, make dizzy tau no?”
“Ay ..” call Shaka.
“Do not call Ay!”
“Ay for Ayumna, not Ayang. GR yes?” shaka Goda.
Mima just glared no matter. For Shaka it was very sweet. Although this girl is so mysterious, but Shaka can easily read this girl who is actually very fragile.
“You are a woman who puts too much logic forward, all things you rationalize with your mind that God gives you advantages, including religion, you even look for the source of the existence of God, God, you always examine from where the Most Eternal Substance is ‘kan? after graduating as a scholar of Islamic philosophy, you have the ambition to deepen the philosophy of other religions just to find data from the creation of the Creator,” said Shaka Panjang.
Mima was stunned, from where Shaka could tell.
“Then what's wrong? As long as there is a branch of science that studies it?”
“Not the wrong branch of science, but your lust, your mind is never satisfied. And your ambition is not coupled with the experience of worship. You are potentially perverted and misleading.”
“Terus?”
“Then let's just say this trip is a test, there is no need to think a lot, enjoy and improve what you can improve.”
“Pusing!” ketus Mima's.
“Yes, it will also be more dizzy if you continue to protest and long adapt, Bismillah. I also do not want to be here too long, I want to quickly meet you in the future.”
Mima could no longer bear to oppose the reality she was facing, her logic was completely flawed, she was worried about her mental health if she continued to argue with this man, she said, so he grabbed the suitcase and walked waiting for a travel car to arrive home soon.
Shaka swiftly lifted Mima's suitcase and loaded it into the back of the car, opening the back door for the girl, while she sat down next to the driver.
“Pak, did not you stop by MAN Padusunan for a while?” ask Mima in minang.
“Kan today red date, Dek!” the driver also spoke minang.
Shaka grabbed a calendar sitting at the front of the car, taking a daily calendar showing June 6, 2013.
“Now again Isra’ Mi’raj holiday, Ay!” Shaka shows the calendar to Mima, to further convince Mima that they are actually in a fairly distant year. Mima just silently threw away her gaze.
Sometimes Mima glances forward because she hears Shaka speaking in minang fluently. The rest of Mima was silent until they arrived.
***
Mima's eyes glanced at the front of the building of the house nuanced white bone, the foundation is higher than the ground, there is a small staircase connected with a spacious terrace, as the building is made of concrete, concrete, the top is still from the board. The spacious yard of the house is overgrown with flower trees neatly arranged in position.
Not far from the main building, there is also a house with a typical west Sumatran roof of the coastal part, both buildings belong to Mima, harato pusako high, property owned by the family from the mother or woman. Of these possessions, they were given management rights, not ownership.
Aside from being a symbol of matrilineal tradition, the relic belonged to Mima because she was only the grandmother's only granddaughter, not only the two classical buildings, but also the one, several rice fields and parak lado in the back and side of his house also belonged to Mima, the result of which supported the cost of Mima's school since the grandmother did not exist.
“Alhamdulillah,” Shaka stands beside Mima after removing the black suitcase from the trunk.
Not caring about Shaka, Mima walks into his house, the man follows Mima while carrying a suitcase inside.
Mima passed one by one side of the grandmother's house, on an antique buffet where mugs and ancient items belonging to the grandmother, there are folds of the rest of the shroud, alcohol and camphor.
The floor mattress is still crosswise in the middle room, on top of which there is a pull cloth and a folded scarf.
“This is the seventh day of Grandma's departure,” Shaka said slowly.
Mima just kept quiet, turned to some picture frames on the wall, his portrait with the grandmother is still on aesthetic display.
The smell of mothballs stung her sense of smell, and Mima's memory suddenly returned when a teacher called to her in class to inform her that her grandmother had died and that she had to go home.
“Why don't we go back in the day when there is a grandmother?” ask Mima to Shaka.
Shaka shook his head and raised both shoulders, sometimes there are things that Shaka does not know the answer to.
“Tek Na?” mima said she saw a woman carrying a bushel.
“Sorry yes, Etek is a bit old. This rendang for dinner, there was also sticky rice last Etek buy at the intersection,” said Tek Na handed rantang.
“Still, Tech. Not in first?”
“Ndon't do it, Mim. Etek wants to go to surau, there is study of israel mi’raj.”
“Good, Tech. Thanks dih,”
“Jadih, equally, Dear!”
Ratna is the real name of the woman Mima calls Tek Na which stands for Etek Ratna, a distant neighbor who still cares about Mima after his grandmother. Tek Na who every day deliver cuisine to Mima.
Mima brought the food to the kitchen, a corner that again still reeks of memories, a glimpse of the shadow of the grandmother incarnated when teaching Mima to cook Mima's favorite cow rendang, Mima, grandma said when cooking rendang should not ask a lot, then throughout cooking Mima just pay close attention.
“Em, Ay!” Shaka comes to break Mima's daydream.
“Can I have a meal? I'm laper!” Shaka is tempted to see the structure that Mima brought.
Without answering Shaka's words, Mima put food on the table, Shaka sat waiting for Mima to serve her food.
“Open it yourself, I want to sleep, cape!”
Mima turned around leaving Shaka's body.
“Ay!” prevent Shaka.
“Call Mima aja can be?”
“Let me go straight to the back house, yes. I'll stay there as long as we're here.”
“Loh, aren't we husband and wife? Why not stay home?” Mima Cibir.
“Iya, you are indeed my wife in the future, eat it I don't want to be damaged everything now,” said Shaka casually while opening one by one a row.
“One more, Ay. Do not use the language Lo Gue dong, very rough, does not match your beautiful and graceful face. After all we are in the village, not in Jakarta.”
Mima no longer cared about the man's words and passed into his room. For him Shaka or whatever his job is, it's just bullshit and he doesn't care about it.
***
Mima pushed the wooden window of his room, immediately nature showed off the green rice fields, the red chillies hanging on the trees that lined up, also the blue mountains from the side of the house. Mima's room is lined with windows next to a small stilt house with a spacious pendopo that she calls a garden house, usually the grandmother uses the house to sort chilies or freshly picked cherry tomatoes.
Mima's room is still just as clean and tidy, with a monochrome feel, most of Mima's stuff is black, Mima's favorite color. Among the many meanings about black, Mima likes this color only because black is synonymous with silence.
the arrangement of his items he still memorized. Mima closed the door and found her school shirt hanging from a nail holder, reaching for a long gray white uniform complete with a lace hijab and a signboard that had been embroidered on her chest.
Next Mima headed to the study table that was still just as sturdy, there was the best angle Mima reviewed all the material and knowledge to absorb his brain.
Not only is the line of textbooks, there are also Paul Strathen's books and his favorite philosophical fictions. Mima tidied up the books arranged on the table, he would keep them and replace them with fiqh textbooks, only that knowledge he wanted to explore at this time.
“Wah,” Mima found a photo cut that he made book limiter, “Dheo!” he said with a smile remembering the man.
“If I go back to school, it means I will meet again ..?” he thought, suddenly he was excited.
“It looks like this trip will not be too heavy!” he shouted while holding the photo.
“In addition to the remedial value of Fiqih, maybe I can remedial our future, Dhe,” murmured enthusiastically.
The sound was quite loud suddenly heard from the outside of the window, Mima mediated to the origin of the sound, it turned out to be the sound of Shaka who was opening the side window of the garden house.
When Mima regained consciousness, the man immediately waved, tilted his head and blinked one eye.
Mima skipped it off and threw herself on the bed hugging a photo of Dheo on her chest.
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Footnote
Matrilineal: Matrilineal is a customary society that regulates the flow of offspring derived from the mother.
Lado parak: Cabe Garden
dih/jadih : Yes/Yes.