REMEDIALLY
Be prepared?

“But he said it won't be long, let's go inside first,” continued Etek, eliminating bad thoughts that had ambushed.

Mama followed Etek's steps, gracefully tracing one by one the stairs to the terrace of Ayumna's house, while circulating the view to the yard. I parked the bike in its place, only then caught up with Mama.

Oud wood's overtime aroma from the automatic room freshener, filled the olfactory cavity, after Etek opened the wooden door of Mima's house for me and Mama.

Etek pushed the super-wide wooden window that was there, the spacious living room immediately became bright, and warm in the sun at ten in the morning, everything was neat and neat in the room.

In a very slow motion, Mama sat on a teak chair that was softly foamed with bone-white wanra, I followed, sitting next to her.

“This is Mima's house, Ni?” mama asked after observing the neat, clean but classic enough parts for a girl in the present.

“Iya, Ni, Mima stay here.”

“Stay alone?” my mother's great-grandson was barely heard.

Etek just smiled, it seemed like he was just about to answer when we both heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the steps.

“It looks like he's home.”

Mama reflexively turned her head towards the front door, while I swiftly stood up, quietly sighing in relief.

“Assalamualaikum,” half surprised, Ayumna said a gentle greeting.  His eyes looked at me and Mom took turns. I saw Mama nodding a little while smiling a little.

“Waalaikumsalam.” Mama answered Ayumna's greeting.

Ayumna's tall body was clad in a casual outfit, not the clothes she used to leave for out of town. So my assumption that Ayumna escaped was clearly totally wrong. His right hand held a bright red paper bag.

Mima walked closer towards us. Although he had not asked anything, he politely put his hand on Mama's hand and kissed her.

“Sorry yes I was long.”

“No. We also just arrived,” said Mama. Did I not look wrong when catching a twinkle in Mama's eyes?

“You from..”

“This.” Mima raised his tent a little higher until the brand writing in the pape bag was read, “Kalamai Saraso”

“Kalamai?” my question was feeling guilty, so he went out to buy the food I made last night as an excuse to come here?

“Aaa, got the address. Where did Mima buy it?” Etek stood up to grab the packaging from Mima's hand and carried it to the back. “Etek put on the plate first, can be eaten together,” Etek continued.

Still amazed, Mima sat down, taking a position opposite me and Mama.

I sighed for a while to shake off the nervousness before I started talking.

“Em, Ay. Previously, introduce ...ini, Mama I.”

Mima's facial expression matched my prediction, surprised and confused. Lucky Mama is so flexible and quick to melt the atmosphere.

Ayumna was more and more confused with our conversation. He just looked at me, his gaze demanding an explanation.

“Yes, Ay, so last night it happened that Mama again opened Dad's memorable album. I saw a photo of an MA girl who looks a lot like you. As I see in the behind, I wrote the names of the students in the photo.true, one of them is your name,”, I said.

“Your father?”

“Pak Fauzi, Ay,” replied Mama who even followed calling Ayumna with the designation “Ay.”  That call is khsusu to me, Ma!

Ayumna flinched, she was still focusing on Mama's face.

“Pak Fauzi..”

“Fauzi Man's Pak Dusunan, did you forget? Father taught Fiqh that time.”

Sadness suddenly smothered the girl's face, her feelings like raging violently. Then she walked slowly towards my mother. How deep was my father's impression when he became his teacher?

“Mother... his wife?”

Mama replaced the surprised one as Mima sat half on her knees and held onto her knees.

“How I don't know Mr. Fauzi, He's not just a fiqh teacher to me, but he is also a teacher who has taught me that the value of life is very important and far more important than just the value on paper.”

I watched Ayumna and Mama's interaction, and let Ayumna finish her sentence.

Etek came from behind carrying a tray that one of the contents was the kalamai that Mima had bought. His forehead looked wrinkled, his carpets were just like me, he also let Ayumna finish with her incarnation.

“Before he died, I did not have time to apologize and say thank you to him. Forgive me, Mom and thank you for helping me to remedial the value of this life.”

“MashaAllah. You're an effective student apparently. God willing, I am proud of you. May what you teach be charity for him, there. Sitting here, good girl,” Mama holds gently both arms of Ayumna who instantly stands up, then sits in the corner of the chair, next to Mama. Makes me want to not move because mom made room for Ayumna.

The cold slowly crept into the recesses of everyone who was there that afternoon. The conversation flowed as warm as the sunlight was getting to its peak.

Etek, whom Ayumna calls Tek Da, briefly describes the condition of the Ayumna family. At that explanation we also just found out that Ayumna is an orphan. This unique house is the relic of his grandmother.

Mama also conversely tells the genealogy of Papa family, some of which are known by Tek Da.

“So in fact, we mean to come here at Shaka's request, to propose Ayumna.” Mama took out a long velvet box from inside the clutch .

A wide smile spread on Tek Da's face, while Mima's eyes were patterned and both eyebrows raised quite high.

“Sorry, if it's sudden and shocking like this,” Mama continued.

“Eum, tomorrow I have a business trip out of town. I brought my mom to come today. If my application is accepted, the official event can be discussed after from outside the city later.” I chimed.

I don't know what Ayumna is feeling right now, which obviously my own feelings are very relieved and don't expect Ayumna to answer other than the word “Available.”