REMEDIALLY
Be my bridesmaid

Mima doesn't know why she should cry, she's ashamed to feel pain over the happiness of others, innocent people with her. Okay Shaka sucks for looking for it and sending messages, but he's more annoying for converting it as a grain of hope.

Living side by side with love is so complicated, instead of the smooth that Mima feels it hurts. Is it a risk to open human relationships? Loner who is always considered a lonely creature is much more fun for Mima.

Along the way to the cold contract, Mima curses the growing pains. He wants to go to that dimension again, wants a remedial again.

His desire was met with thunder, the sky suddenly brightened instantly and then dark again like someone playing the world light switch up there. Mima creeps.

“Do not rain, Plis. Don't make the scenes of my life more worthy of pity!” Mima looked up at the sky, one crackle falling into his palm.

“Why does rain and sadness never fail to be the most dramatic scene in a scene anyway?” Mima hurriedly ordered her taxi before her body was completely wet.

Not until two minutes, the dashing white Alpphard stopped right in front of him, Mima frowned, first, why is the taxi so fast? Second, the description on the application informs the car is a white Astra not this luxury car, the third why this car is equipped with flower decorations and tile fabrics in front of it, such as a wedding car.

At first he wanted to check the application once again, but the water droplets had begun to anarchically wet his hands, only a matter of seconds the rain would rain on him.

Half a doubt Mima opened the car door, fortunately he had been riding this type of car before, so he knew how to open it was by sliding it to the side.

“Aaaaa!” Mima Ayumna lenkara shouted loudly as the driver in the car turned his back and smiled looking back at him.

“Pick up, Ay, soon heavy rain loh!” said relaxed.

“Kon... conductor Shaka.”.

“Not, Mom, I am not a conductor, I am a driver now, please go up, Mom!” unfortunately, but for Mima it is not funny at all.

Mima's heart did not want to be conditioned, pounding unsettlingly. His eyes were raised before he closed the car door again.

“Yes God, he why the hell? Is he really a ghoib, Lord? Poor Fara, married to an unreal human.” Mima was petrified, holding her chest tightly, she was really afraid that her heart would come off so shocked.  Though she deserves more pity than Fara who will clearly soon live happily with her husband.

Mima moved away from the crew of the car that was long enough, instead of leaving, the car actually retreated backwards following Mima's steps. A few minutes later, Mima's order-appropriate car stopped until the big car couldn't back down.

Without asking much, Mima darted straight into the princess's rescue fleet of ruthless pirates.

“Thanks, Sir!” said Mima ngosan like he was just being chased by astral beings .

“Cock thanks, Mom? Sorry in advance, this is an order on behalf of Ms. Mima, right?” The driver stared in surprise at the windshield of his car.

“Eh, I mean, go, sir! That's right, I ordered it. As per point yes, Sir!” Answer while holding your breath.

The online taxi began to run slowly, passing a large white car, hesitating Mima glanced outwards, the ghoib driver was opening the car window and staring at the taxi. Mima makes sure Shaka doesn't catch up, and it turns out that Shaka is indeed polite enough not to be tacky stalking without permission.

***

The one who was sick because of the incident that night was not only his heart, but his physique as well. It has been three days Mima permission not to enter the office, today she already feels better and will return to work.

Not only because they do not want to increase permits and pay cuts, but because Gilang repeatedly asked for the address. Mima was reluctant to trouble the man, and more reluctantly Gilang knew the cold contract where he lived.

“Hai, Mom! Thank God, very excited Miss Salsa. My fitting feeling behind the holidays a month more yesterday is not gini very, hehe.”

“Hei! How not to be excited, every day the lecturer sir nyambangin the room tbsp, staring blankly at your cubic this,” seloroh Bu Salsa.

“Hahaha, why be Bu Salsa who looks like a literature lecturer?”

“Mother just adjust, there is a tuh deposit for you, in my desk drawer.”

“From who, Mom?”

“From who else, from the one who waits for you every day!” Ms. Salsa held onto her chest and looked up at the ceiling showing the person who was in flowers.

“What's up, Mom, ih?” Mima was quite amused, her mood improved this morning.

“From Pak Gilang, Mim. That.. Bridesmaids package his sister.”

Mima's fingers, which were active on the letter keys, had to stop suddenly.

Bridesmaid to Fara? That's hope. Her wish is granted, Fara asks her to be a bridesmaid, but is she?

“You are familiar with his brother Pak Gilang?” Ms. Salsa who did not know about Mima's feelings at the time innocently asked.

“Iya, Mom, my old friend,” replied Mima weakly. Ms. Salsa can't know the story behind the friendship.

“Lah, why don't you tell me, I think this is Gilang who means his sister let you be a bridesmaid to be able to see you all day at his sister's event later,” chirped Bu Salsa Long Wide.

“It could be too, Mom,” Mima replied more slowly than before, her gaze blankly staring at the worksheet on the monitor.

“Shortly I take ya, immediately deh you sew!” Ms. Salsa got up from Mima's place.

“Bu!” Mima held down Bu Salsa's arm, “biarin first deh, later I will take the fitting to sew, now I am very busy doing work that I stayed yesterday,” said Mima.

“Oh is?”

“By nitip right, Bu?”

That night, Mima was expecting this. She would feel very happy, honored and flattered if Fara chose her as one of the fairies on her wedding day.

“But not gini the concept, Far!” inner Mima.

Let alone to be present to watch Fara sit with Shaka, see their names listed on the front of the bridesmaid bag alone Mima doubted his ability.

Is she willing to be in a relationship with Shaka as a bride and bridesmaid?