REMEDIALLY
Sandiku Your name

The night wind tickled Mima's neck, successfully making all the little hairs on her body goosebumps violently. It was like experiencing dejavu, and he remembered the event well. Again tonight, Shaka repeated the exact same scene as if he was an actor who had read the script carefully.

Although the question is increasingly wild no longer willing to queue in the head, Mima already does not care real or dream that he had and is experiencing at this time. A smile is more than a thank you.

As per the next scene that Mima had predicted, Shaka lowered Mima's belongings carefully, which was different of course Mima's feelings. If at that time he felt like cursing, yelling and cursing Shaka, tonight pounding on his chest he kept his best so as not to be heard by Shaka.

 In the vast land surrounded by grass and well-preserved plants, the sound of crickets stole the attention of the two of them, while Mima and Shaka looked at each other and an awkward smile crossed between the two.

“Malah smile-smile,” tease Shaka after a silence mastered a few pauses.

“Why stop here anyway? Where is your home?” tanya Mima who actually also secretly really wanted to be asked a question.

“So your home is here?” Shaka pointed at the white building that had several rungs of stairs in front of him.

Mima nodded, “So I am the first yes, where is your home?” reset Mima.

“I'm starting to doubt what's true in this world there are no coincidences of it?”

“You mean?”

“Your house is here? But I don't remember if we've met before!”

“Since graduating from school I migrated to Jakarta, only returning occasionally,” explained Mima, “is indeed where your father lives anyway?”

Mima who began to feel uncomfortable chatting on the side of the road, invites Shaka into the terrace of his house that does not look like an empty house. That's because every day Tek Na always clean it.

“We are not childhood friends or.?” Shaka sits between the steps, Mima one level above him.

“I have no close friends in the past, what else men,” cut Mima, because he knows exactly where they met before, and it wasn't when they were kids.

“Oh yes I forgot, we are not friends of the past, if a future pair is still possible, right?” shaka slowly.

For a moment the world was playing clockwork, sometimes ticking so fast and then felt deliberately slowing itself to beat. Hearing Shaka's words, Mima's hull worked heavier, giving the effect of her body shaking violently. His eyes are bulky, round, beating the eyes of an owl who is just about to start his day.

A cold sweat swarming out soaked the invisible parts.

“So actually your home where?” Mima hoped that Shaka would not notice her sudden behavior in the fog.

“don't be surprised yes, Mama and I live in Padusunan Lestari complex, not far from MAN Padusunan.”

This time he was not only shocked, Mima's body temperature was heating up from within, but his palm was as cold as the wind that night.

The area that Shaka called, Mima usually traveled only by pedaling a bicycle with a distance of fifteen minutes only.

That means they've been pretty close all this time just not knowing each other? Mima tries to remember and then makes sure that Shaka is not part of his childhood.

“How can it be that close? I mean... have you lived in the area for a long time?”

“The story is long, but in short my father and mother when they were newly married was long distance because of work, Dad is here while Mama is in Jakarta and I am with Mama, when I had a new job Mama here nemenin Dad until Dad died, well when Dad died Mama returned to Jakarta even I was assigned here. Just the last five years I was on duty and occupied Dad's residence.”

Mima nodded, in his head the question fibers were still knotted, but it seemed to be stuck in the esophagus, he did not dare to ask again.

“You're surprised huh? Especially me. Again work, suddenly there are passengers smiling, continue to seriously say know me, even claim that I am..”.

“STOP...DIAM!” Mima clenched her teeth furiously, embarrassed to remember that ridiculous day. Wonder why Shaka likes to repeat it.

“For a few weeks, I didn't really enjoy life, you know? I'm sure we're not completely strangers, but when I need your help eh errat, need your responsibility to tell the story, it's blocked many times.”  Shaka turned his neck back, slightly looking up to be able to glance at Mima who was sitting on the higher steps.

“Kan was sorry,” said Mima was very embarrassed by his attitude.

“What's wrong, I've been patient to wait for today, so I'm glad we can see you again.”

“So where we've met before, Ay?” Shaka shifted his position to lean on the staircase so that his body sideways looked at Mima.

“Maybe in a dream that is almost no different from reality. In a mortal dimension but so melenakan. I met you while we were remedial.” Mima placed a pair of palms onto her chin, staring at the thousands of stars watching them.

“Then?” Shaka straightened his body, Mima turned to stare. Tired of a long journey full of drama rumbles to see the seriousness of Shaka heard him tell a story.

Shaka did not look at all doubtful to Mima, unlike the one who was listening to a good introductory fairy tale.

“Is that really me?” shaka asked doubtfully, “If it wasn't me, or if you're wrong now do you still want us to meet?”

The roar of a four-wheeled vehicle engine rang out through the road, the lights brightly dazzled the eyes of both of them, pausing the chatter that was exciting. Azan isya soon. Shaka certainly wants to linger, but not beautiful to the eye.

“That night, you must be tired. Come in, I also have to go home, Mama pity alone at home.” Shaka stood up, patting his pants slightly.

“Rome with what? I order ojek or taxi yes, as a thank you for bringing my goods here.” Mima stood up to pull out the phone from her small bag.

“Oh yes, thanks, yes... yes.” Shaka flicked his finger, an idea flashed across his head.

“You do not need to order an ojek or taxi, just enter your HP number here.” Shaka also pulled the phone out of his pants pocket.

He is ready to tap the screen to unlock.

“Eh, wait!” prevent Mima from making Shaka's hand stop, her forehead wrinkled.

“HP me?”

Mima nodded.

“Em, don't be. This... there is a password, I first open the password,” elak Shaka.

“Yes, but I know the password, can I not try?” pinta Mima is half pushy.

Half hesitant and hesitant, Shaka hands her phone to Mima. Sure enough, the lock screen used a password as a security. Quickly and confidently Mima typed a few letters there.

At that time he was deceived and very embarrassed because to GR an matter said this phone.

“Ih can't?” gerutu Mima, after the second experiment typed the word “Yourn” with uppercase letters and again with all lowercase letters, but both were unsuccessful.

Shaka's phone vibrated signaling a password error and warning the screen would be temporarily locked if it made a third error.

“Kan.. I told you, let me enter the password first,” said Shaka stammered.

“Apparently not the same huh?” moister Mima.

“Not the same how the hell does that mean, Ay? Do you know my password?” Shaka was really worried Mima knew the password.

“Your name, en a em a em mu, your name, is it?” tukas Mima is very sure, “how is the writing, why am I wrong?”

Shaka looked at Mima in amazement and almost in disbelief, the girl really knew the password of her phone.

“You know where the hell it is?” ask Shaka again.

“You once surprised me when I mis-entered your password.” Mima.

“Ayumna,” Call Shaka slowly, her body turn is made goosebumps, “That was my phone password for years, back then, did Shaka not tell you that he would change his phone password?”

Mima tried to remember something.

“Since I was curious about you and did not manage to meet, somehow, since then I changed my HP password,” said Shaka.

“Now try to type your name, your name is really your name. ‘A YUM N’ so.”

Mima's eyes are fixed to pay attention to Shaka, his hearing is heard carefully, a piece of memory some time ago he can remember well, Shaka once said he would indeed change the password with the name of Mima, Maka, when Mima was angry with shame.

Now there are nozzles inexplicably leaping in the chest, making the heartbeat of both of them running around, chaotic overwhelmed. Mima started typing her name as Shaka said, the password was received, the phone screen was open, as well as their hearts.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Mima wanted to rush into the room, put her face on the pillow and scream loudly at this fact. Or can he fly, spread his arms among the thousands of stars above?

Shaka really changed the password.

“Sorry if you are not polite, use your name carelessly. Eating it earlier I was afraid that you knew my password was your name,” said Shaka misbehaved.

“This is my number!” Mima returns Shaka's phone without being able to see the man's face again, fearing being caught blushing a red hue on the cheek.

“Kok Ayumna anyway?” shaka protested after seeing the name of the contact Mima wrote there, “Kan future wife,” he continued without hesitation while renaming the contact.

“Shaka, you should go home now Mima directs Shaka to come down from the stairs.

“Iya.. yes, I'm home!” Half-laughing Shaka stepped up to the end of the stairs. His eyes glimpsed at the bottom of Mima's house.

“Ay,” call him.

“Hem!”

“That, your bike?”

Mima descended again into the courtyard looking in the direction Shaka meant.

“Iya dong.”

“Still can you?”

“Could be, often Tek Na wear also.”

“Can I borrow it?" ask Shaka.

"May, may I wear my bicycle, rather than walk."

"I don't have a problem walking, but if you borrow something from here, right at least I have a reason to go through here again, want to return the bike, a good idea right?” Shaka raised his eyebrows.

Mima shook his head, out of nowhere the tiredness, pain and heavy thoughts he had been enduring lately. Tonight his meeting with Shaka paid for everything, the rest of the tired travel was no longer felt.

With Mima's permission, Shaka took out the bike in excitement, finally he had to pay back to ride the bike which he used as an excuse to come back.