REMEDIALLY
Killed Expectations

Minutes after Mima stared at the screen, Shaka did not give up, several consecutive messages came in making Mima start to doubt his decision. At the tenth minute he finally reopened the page, but Mima was supposed to book a taxi that would take him to the event.

Noname : Don't you realize you're weird, Ay? I just realized you were getting weird when I invited you to my show. If it's because of that, what if I said, I didn't invite you? Would you like to talk to me? Oh yes, you already know my name is Shaka, you should also know yes, I am a person who does not easily despair.

Mima was surprised, he turned his phone around and looked around, the text he had read just like a voice message he could hear.

“What does this conductor mean? shouldn't he be getting ready? Siding with his suit collar? Checking catering? Or is it time to shake hands with the guests present? Why send a message like this? then what is this? Indeed, if he does not invite me, it means he is not engaged? No right?”

Slowly Mima reread the message, hoping to draw another conclusion, but it was not, there was a sudden important turmoil to ask for attention. Messages from Shaka have never failed to break into his defenses.

Mima held back his finger not to reply to the message, building up a new kind of defense out of nothing.

Surviving to remain normal and not expecting anything, while someone was jumping up and down his chest, a feeling he did not know what to name.

Mima then obliterated all of it immediately after a message from Gilang entered making sure Mima would attend the invitation from Gilang. Of course Mima will be present, even if not for Gilang, but for his best friend, Fara.

“I'm not an easy person to despair.” The text floated on Mima's head, he then stared deeply at her screen before it darkened again and was inserted into the cluth she was wearing.

***

Mima did not expect, Gilang would wait for him right in front of the location point where the taxi stopped. With a gentle smile she approached Mima. While Mima was busy scanning to find the office mass who was also present that night.

The debar and nervousness that Mima had felt since at home earlier, did not want to stay. He tried to regain his heart and mind.

“Bu Salsa has not been able to attend tonight," said Shaka as if he knew what Mima was looking for.

“Honey once,” replied Mima sekenannya while walking to adjust the steps Gilang.

“I'm glad you fulfilled my invitation, Mim!” gilang. "You're so tense? Relax, not yet acquaintance with my family.” Gilang who realized the look of the face tried to throw a joke, but unfortunately for Mima there is no funny element at all.

“Joking yes, Mim,” Plus.

“Just relax, it has started from earlier huh? am I late?” mima asked after observing the party Gilang said private and limited in fact crowded by invitation.

“The core event is done, stay friendly. Nothing, I've been more relaxed now, we.

Mima responded with a faint smile, she had not been able to keep up with her dialogue with Gilang even as they arrived and sat down at a rectangular table with a thin, white knit cloth, which turned out to have Gilang prepared complete with a dish on it.

The center of the event was on the front stage, quite far away with the table that Gilang chose for him and Mima.  Mima's eyes narrowed to look ahead, people were waiting in line for hands or photo sessions.

When desperate to find her daughter, fear, shame, nervousness and carelessness return to attack Mima without her knowing where she came from. Is it true that wearing clothes with different colors than usual can affect such feelings?

Mima took a glass of drink and drank it quickly to eliminate the fear that is increasingly becoming-so, the occasional taste of stinging pain to the heart. A few seconds later Mima noticed her palms were moist with sweat. He really does not know what sign his physical is showing at the moment.

There is no best choice in Mima's head other than to return to the contract as soon as possible, but he wants to meet Fara first, hopefully tonight can aim for the moment with his best friend. She even hopes that Fara will invite her as a bridesmaid on her wedding day.

"I must be so happy, Far. Haha, all your new ages who might want to invite me as a bridesmaid," he murmured.

Mima took something from her cluthbag, an orange tablet that had accompanied her since childhood. Somehow the drug was still reacting to his body that was not a toddler.

Maybe as long as Mima believes the small object can relieve pain and lower his body temperature during a fever.

“You take medicine?”

Mima almost spouted water from his mouth when Gilang came suddenly from the back of his chair. Mima swallowed the remaining water in her mouth and wiped the rest with a tissue.

“I'm shocked, Mr Gilang!” mima hatch.

“Sorry, Mim, I'm also surprised to see you take medicine, you are sick?”

Mima shook his head quickly, “I also don't know since it was shaking, sometimes it hurts so much. I want to go home, Sir!”

“But you haven't eaten anything, or we're ahead yuk! si Sya was in front of the same Omanya, he did not want me to bring here, we just moved there yuk. In front is still crowded, it looks like the queue is because on want a photo but wait for the bridegroom was again to the back. later if the invitation has begun to quiet us the same photo Fara, yes?”

“Ki us?”

But I just want a photo of both of Fara, sir.

Mima accepted Gilang's offer to move, so he could see Fara clearly, and could leave immediately if the line of guests had begun to decrease.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the front desk row that Mima estimated the occupants were families of both parties, the family of both parties, not far from the rows of white tables there is a stacking rack filled with a variety of elegant luxury offerings.

Mima carried gratitude in her heart, Fara was soon getting married, she got a man and family man who loved her very much. Of course, of course it is.

“I'm happy, Far!” inner Mima observed one by one the items inside the clear box.

“My mom also seems to be in the same way, you sit down first, just a minute!” Cross pull one seat for Mima.

Fara who is engaged, why is Mr Gilang who frenzied himself huh feelings? From earlier bothered to cower the officer of the universe's broom.

The pile of people in front of it was getting unraveled, either the person who was waiting for it had come, or they were desperate to wait too long so decided to miss a photo moment together that night.

Intro song I Still love you the of ovortunes played acoustically, sounding syahdu melatari atmosphere of a shady night, more touching when the vocalist that night began to sing the first verse.

However Mima enjoyed Fara's engagement party, she argued that if she arrived later, she would not want to be held with this crowded event, or similar events.

If possible, he only wants an application on the corner of the rented terrace, or in a train car that is not crowded with passengers. He does not need to be as bright as a level, simply represented by a gold ring from a red velvet heart box, the man will not really need to bend his knees or give a number of surprises, he said, sitting both shy but want to get closer will certainly grow a more natural pounding, the feeling of reciprocating with each other already feels very luxurious, as long as the one who gives it is a man who …

“The power is already on quiet, let's go ahead!” Gilang came without taking Sya, apparently he did not manage to persuade the girl to take pictures with her father's new friend.

Mima nodded and stood up, the sooner the better. Sure enough, the small stage with rustic decoration that was originally crowded was already deserted. Mima is looking forward to congratulating Fara and …

“That's who, Sir?” Mima's steps came to a halt, she pulled the tip of Gilang's arm and made the man's move also stop and turned towards Fara then towards Mima.

Mima certainly knows, even very familiar with the person in question, he does not need to ask anyone, but he needs human confirmation to make sure that what he sees is the same as the reality.

“Which is the same Fara?”

Mima nodded.

“Oh it's Shaka, you know?”

Some suddenly squeezed Mima's chest, attacking the source of the pain that had been bothering her since. It hurts, like Mima knows when she's going to die.

Mima wants this night to pass faster than it should, can there be such a time jump while she is working on her mission.

The overtunes lyrics have almost finished being sung, leaving a sense of sebak almighty inhibiting the respiratory system in his body. Stuffy.

So in the next seconds, Mima let the pain, linu also lara mastered all the senses, especially his painful eyes and merta.

“Pak Gilang, Sorry, but I have to go home now. This is for Fara yes, Mr.” Mima handed the godie bag containing the gift she prepared for Fara.

“Loh, you don't want to know Fara and her future husband?” ask Gilang.

“I... I already know, Sir!”

“You sick huh, Mima? I'll drive you home, wait a minute.” Crossed vigorously responded to the water of Mima's pale and sweaty face.

“Iya, sir, it hurts so much,” Mima replied, from the way he held his breath everyone could judge he was not okay.

“Eh I mean, yes, I am sick, it seems like the schedule comes the month comes sooner. I'm terribly sorry.”

Without waiting for Gilang's reply, Mima turned around, lifting the little tip of the dress so that her steps were freer to leave the place immediately.

Knowing that Shaka was getting engaged tonight was already very sick, but knowing that the betrothed was with Fara, it was like being killed twice.

Breeze through the good-natured wind wiping the rolling bead resignedly to Mima's cheek. Comforting the girl who almost collapsed killed expectations.