REMEDIALLY
Restore Bike

His eyeballs almost fell rolling holding in confusion over my statement. As Ayumna looked straight at me, I slightly turned my face which I thought was being expressed quite seriously. In my head wandering around a new plan while returning his bike.

“Ekhem.” I pretended to have a thud before continuing the sentence. “Iya, just be ready anyway.let's say we are old friends in Jakarta and are meeting in the village unintentionally. A coincidence to be celebrated with a plate of kalamai, perhaps?”

Ayumna then extended her palm towards the outside of the tent and leaned slightly.  Revealing the rain that began to subside, it seems while considering whether it is possible to step home.

“Already shaded. I went home first,” he said staring outwards, with the light of the street lights, the little specks still looking glittering. No longer heavy, but the sound is still close enough to be taken on foot alone.

“Now, do not want to be piggybacked aja.” If I look closely, he doesn't completely want to refuse, there's a fiber of doubt on his face. It was like accepting my offer. But he still shook his head slowly, Is it really because of fear of being discovered by his teacher?

“So, it's okay if you're not ready. Go home, before it rains even more. But tomorrow, don't forget to get ready, yes,” my deuteronomy once again, while holding a smile.

“How are you prepared anyway? I can't make Kalamai, you want to? If so, I'll order it. What time do you drive your bike?” tanyanya while spreading the end of the dangling pashima.

Raindrops knocked the rocks more slowly, accompanied by the wind that blows more gently. A very pleasant atmosphere.

So it's not my fault if there is a sense that initially settles, even want to overflow, Face, plain face Ayumna. Since then, I don't want to turn away from observing him. Until the brief dialogue between us ended and he actually walked through the drizzling remnants.

***

The door of the room was wide open, I was still busy straightening the black peci on the real head since then not at all shifted from its place. What shifted turned out was my confidence, making me almost an hour not yet out of this room, even though Mama had been waiting for.

As doubts began to jump to the surface as Mama stood behind me, the woman's worries could not be masked by her thin makeup.

“You sure? This is in Kampung, not in Jakarta, Mas. You can't be like this.  Think about it again. Our family, Shaka. Can be embarrassed if later there is not according to your expectations.”

Last night, after buying a chicken, I talked a lot with Mama. About a picture of a girl in my dad's album.

Mama was shocked, obviously, after I told her about our unusual meeting. As long as I heard my story, it was a pity, I found no positive reaction from him.

“And you believe just like that with passenger talk? in this day and age, Shaka. Everyone is free to make up stories for specific interests.” It's just one of those pieces of Mama's doubt since last night.

“Ran, never-before you want this when about this.”

With a few explanations until my ultimate weapon finally melted Mama's heart.

“Ma. I told you that, even when I was planning to marry Tiara, I was still looking for Ayumna. Now, I've met him. It's hard to tell me why. But if not the same him, it seems it will be difficult to have a desire like this again.” I was compassionate, hoping for Mama's mercy and understanding.

Our discussion last night actually ended in a draw, but Mama's silence I concluded agreed with my plan. And sure enough, though not entirely sure, my mother still woke up early, preparing everything we needed to carry out this plan.

Until, look at my Mama. She was neat, beautiful, graceful and unpretentious. As a sign, Mama was willing to accompany me this afternoon.

“Mama is not happy, yes?”

“Not so. But this is too hasty. Tagageh bana if said Father.”

“We'll go to his house first, Ma. Today. tomorrow I have another task.”

“Kan can be later after the task, Mas. This is if rejected, Mama went home alone anyway. Shame, Shaka... shy!”

“We try it first yes, Ma,” I replied that honestly so doubtful because of Mama's statement.

“Huh, young man now, does like the weird-weird.” Mama grunted while standing up, tidied up her skirt and left my room.

“Sketan, it's noon!"

Double-tap my phone screen and glance at the digital clock that displays the number 09.30. I opened the contact list and searched for his name, then wrote a short message there.

“I'll be home at 10:00. Want to return to bike.”

“Iya.”

***

“You know not one of the things that is difficult to do on this earth?” asked Mama who had been sitting on a bicycle bonnet, very calmly, hugging my waist one hand. Because his next hand was again used to hold a small clutch on his lap.

Although I still think my plan is silly and stupid, her mother still willing me to ride with a bicycle owned by Mima. Even every time I sat down with the residents on foot, Mama smiled without burden, greeting as usual.

The distance to Ayumna's house is not too far, but if taken by bicycle can take fifteen minutes as well.

“What, Ma?” I responded quickly.

“One of the hardest things on the face of the earth, is ... advising people who are falling in love.” Mama pinched my stomach which was reached by her hand.

“Awwh... Sickness, Yes Allah, Mama," I screeched my mama's scars.

“And herenya, Mama would like to also follow the plan of the person already persingsem this!” his grunts, but once again, mama really still greet the people he happens to know while still nagging me.

“A little more arrived, Ma. That one...” I turned while pointing to the building of a white stilt house surrounded by a red heart mahogany fence.

But why this? the closer I got, the harder I was to concentrate. Good thoughts are also bad, sometimes suggesting to go home. But Mama is right, it is difficult to give advice to people who are in love, even though it is the whisper of her own heart.

Mama got off to get her clothes. While I scan the courtyard of Ayumna's deserted home. The courtyard of the house looked neat as if it had just been cleaned. Under the stage of his house, some chickens are pecking food spread to the ground, the feed looks still a lot, the sign of the person who sowed it has not long gone from here. The concrete pillars supporting this house are quite high. I can stand down there with just a little head down.

In addition to Mima's house where we talked last night, on his right there is also a wooden house that is quite unique. In the back of the house it seems like a chili garden is many other plants.

While on the left, there is also a more normal house building and there are many there.not a unique and beautiful stilt house like where Ayumna lived.

The silence that stretched around the courtyard, left me stunned for a split second, especially when my gaze stopped on the door of his house tightly closed. Didn't I just tell you that it will be less than half an hour, this closed door is a sign that? he said yes, did he?

“Well, why dumbass?  Nyesal?” Mama patted me on the shoulder, making me unable to look back. “Not anyone? The surprize? Who's Surprize now that his house is so deserted? Don't-don't the person has returned to Jakarta again,” Mama babble.

I intend to get out my phone to text or maybe call Ayumna, not to mention finish typing her name, the voice of a woman from next door to the house, pausing my activities.

“The theme is Mima, yes?” he was friendly, walking towards us.

My mama who had just nagged a few seconds ago, turned back drastically, becoming friendly and smiling sweetly.

“Eh, yes.. Assalamualaikum,Ni.” said softly.

“Waalaikusnight. It's going to restore Mima's bike,?”  Although speaking Indonesian, the woman I assess is in her mid-thirties talking with a thick dialect of minang.

Mama nudged my shoulder, gesturing that I should answer.

“Em, yes... Mimima, no, Nte?”

Nte is short for “Tante”. I called my father's female relatives that name. Aunt Rina is called Nte Rin. Aunt Silvi, Nte Isil.   So I assumed it was the most normal call there.

“Oh, iyo .. iyo, Crew Eteknyo.” Said Etek to Mama.

Mama nodded in reverence and took the time to lend a hand to greet Mima's etch.

“Tadi Mima send a message. Just now, the boy left. Suddenly so it went, in a hurry like that,” said the Etek. “She sends a message, if anyone comes to restore the bike, just put it under.” The woman pointed towards the bottom of the stage of the house Ayumna .

“Oh...place it? Put..”

“Iya, just down here, he used to put his bike here kok.”

Mama's facial complexion has begun to change, which had begun to clear so cloudy again.

Did Ayumna leave in a hurry after I gave her a message earlier?