REMEDIALLY
New Day for Mima

A thick gray cloth that covered the window of her room, Mima looked to the side. Leaves white vitrase dangling. The sky outside was not yet bright, the lights of his own room had Mima turned off. All the things he was going to bring were placed on the terrace. Not much, just one big black suitcase and one medium box. Other items he had already taken a installments with the help of expedition services.

At half-five in the morning, soon the cab arrived, it was even too early to monologue in a story. Mima was alone with the owner last night. Mima can't wait for sunrise to leave Jakarta.

The city of his dreams, the city where he expresses himself, the city of escape where Mima pursues his obsessions and dreams, today he will leave behind, along with a name that next week will actually have a wedding.

Almost two months Mima's website is trying to rise, but there is a side of life that still hopes for a plot twist in her romance script this time, like another possibility about Shaka, Shaka, but that hope also led him to the ending like this morning, he decided to return to his hometown.

The fabric Fara gave her never took from Ms. Salsa's table. There was not a single person who was not surprised by the big decision Mima made. GIlang thought even Mima had already sewed the clothes to be worn as Fara's companion.

Miss Salsa moreover, obviously the woman was very sad, because it had considered Mima like her own daughter. Mima was shaky because she did not have the heart with Miss Salsa. But until the second where her cab had arrived in front, Mima could not manage to think of any other way to escape the grievous reality that awaited her.

Avoiding the reception may be easy, but how many other coincidences he said never accidentally brought them together in the future, as long as they were still in the same city.

In a different dimension, they may meet. Especially in the capital.

Almost two months since that night. Mima wanted to recover from the fret she had memorized outside her head. I am so excited to be looking forward to her new day. Before getting into the taxi, he made sure once again, the stopped car was on his order.

“Good morning, Mom!” greet the driver who was forced to have Mima pay attention for so long.

“Good morning, sir, to the airport yes!” he said after making sure the driver wasn't the driver it was like that night again.

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After almost nine hours in the airport area and had to be patient with the reschedule due to a long delay, it was only before two o'clock in the afternoon that the plane finally flew.

Mima gave a faint smile while the city of Jakarta seemed to shrink from his view on the plane window. Too much drama to say goodbye. He just hoped there would be a new day for him, even if not in that city anymore.

The end of the wheel of an iron bird carrying Mima along with dozens of other humans, finally touched the earth of west Sumatra. Mima is sleepy but accidentally does not sleep during the trip to make sure there are no more strange events for his trip this time.

“Alhamdulillah,” he said after his plane had stopped perfectly.

Although the wounds were not necessarily left behind in the city before, at least now he had a new day in his homeland. He had already discussed with Etek and some of his relatives there.

Etek was willing to teach Mima to manage the gardens and rice fields left by her parents. Tek Na also tells about the new weaving house Tek Na opened. Mima was not particularly interested, yet she needed such things for the sake of accelerating the healing of her heart.

“Mima has arrived, Tek!” mima said excitedly answering her Etek call, shortly after turning on her phone.

Mima was among dozens of people circling machines that were turning their belongings.

Next to her hand held the phone in her ear, while her hand was free of stanbye to pick up suitcases and boxes that were spinning in the queue of goods.

Mima needs to prepare with high concentration, because the bag and box are black, the color that most matches with other passengers.

Fortunately at home last night Mima had bought her suitcase with white HVS paper bearing her name.

“Etek, Mima ndak want naiak train do!” (Tek, Mima won't take the train!” mima Whine. His grandfather suggested that he try the airport train.

“Kok Etek ndak can work, bia lah wak take a taxi se, ndak ba a do!” (If Etek can't pick me up, I'll take a taxi. It's okay, man!)

Mima had permission to peg her phone when her black bag and box were seen from a distance.

“Iyo.. iyo, Mima naiak taksi se. Alah yo, beko wak call baliak!” (Yes okay, I'll just take a taxi. Yes, I will call again.

However, not to mention that it reached the front of Mima, an arm arbitrarily first reached the handle of his bag and millik black box, swiftly lowering the two objects from the queue of other goods, and, it was as if he had not read the big name labels plastered there.

Upset, Mima reflex curses a little while breaking through the crowd in front of her and can't wait to vent his frustration at the random person.

Unfortunately it was the man who first managed to split the crowd and showed himself, smiling sweetly in front of Mima, a smile that for Mima was like inviting a boxing race in the middle of the airport.

But instead of wanting to curse it out, Mima's heartbeat again betrayed, it could beat fast enough rhythmic to make the pain become faint.

“Why do you always incarnate, in every event for the sake of ghoib in my life?” Anger mixed with despair reflected on the face and intonation of Mima's voice.

Today he is racing with the sun to be able to arrive at the airport as a proof that he is very enthusiastic about starting a new day and story for his future. She will recover, she will forget the wishful thinking about the future husband. Mima begins to accept, all too unlikely for him to realize, and there is no destiny he can challenge. Long story short yes.he resigned.

But again he is not the owner of the scenario who can know after this will meet who and who. And the delay of his plane this morning came down to his meeting with Shaka back this afternoon.

Why is he here? Next week she will not marry? What did he want to marry yesterday? Or someone else who looks like Shaka?

Mima tried to entertain himself a thousand times, although he knew the possibility he meant might also be a thousand to the truth.

She forgot one thing, Fara was born and raised in this land, although her brother is in Jakarta, it is not impossible for her extended family or her mother Ninik to ask for a party “baralek” Fara held in her village.

How stupid you are, Mima! he must have married here. And instead of dodging, you've come handing yourself over to get hurt again!

Moments later regretted why she never opened the bridesmaid invitation. His left leg was accidentally knocked down because he had just cursed himself.

“Ghoib?” the man took off his pet hat, Mima's eyes then focused on watching Shaka's hand clutching Mima's bag tightly as if afraid that Mima would manage to snatch it.

“If not ghoib then why can you always come suddenly?”

“I did not suddenly, try to see the green signboard!” With just a movement of his eyes, Shaka pointed in one direction.

Spontaneously Mima followed a view that led to a green board showing directions to the airport train station.

“That's my workplace, Ay!”

Mima wanted to cover her ears instead of hearing the call again.

“My suitcase!” pinta Mima growled.

Instead of handing the thing over to its owner, Shaka casually pulled the black suitcase handle, placed the box on it and casually pushed it as if it belonged to him.

Mima's eyes were breaking, he was just about to report to the security guard or shout loudly for someone to help him, but the conductor in front of him politely greeted all the officers he knew there. It's impossible to pretend to be crazy.

So inevitably with the rest of her energy, Mima pursues Shaka's steps. Shaka's steps are very calm, but one step is the same as Mima's three small steps, so Mima must be faster so as not to miss.

“Cepet road, Ay, train to the city five minutes away, I help you carry a bag yes, we happen to be in the same direction.” said Shaka while glancing at the watch that had fifteen menis already passed from four in the afternoon.

“I didn't take the train, Shaka. And my destination is not to the city!” pekik Mima is small amid the hassles following Shaka's steps.

So when is a new day for me, Lord?