REMEDIALLY
Back to school

Two humans came from different times, back in time where they had to pass their respective exams, both equally asked, what they were actually going through, what they were actually going through, it's just that one of them can easily accept, while the other still continues to shuffle with logical sharpness.

Confidently, Mima wore a school dress that was a little short on her tall body, wearing a lace-cloth hijab, with a left and right fold of the head, a characteristic of a madrasah child, she didn't have much choice of hijab, let alone the white one. Mima is black that does not mix easily with other colors.

The yellow-skinned girl went to the kitchen to devour the breakfast that Tek Na had taken, Shaka was already there with her school uniform. Mima wanted to get angry because he was upset but suddenly felt amused to see the mighty conductor must be a madrasah child.

“Beautiful is also you, Ay,” praise Shaka while eating sticky rice with fried bananas.

“Lab hijab is like this?” Mima holds the fringe of her hijab, then sits in front of Shaka.

Shaka notices Mima eating while occasionally pulling her hijab back.

“Licin yes hijab?” shaka asked to see Mima's hair coming out.

Mima just nodded while finishing her meal.

“Why wear school uniform?” tanya Mima holds amused, “No match!” hatchlings.

Shaka noticed her clothes were just so tidy.

“Contexture,” call Mima slowly.

Shaka turned his head, a forced call, just like when they were on the train.

“We are actually a dream again or how the hell?”

“Hem,” Shaka said while chewing his sticky rice.

“If it's a dream I have to fall asleep how long?”

“The more you find out yes will be longer,” remember Shaka.

"Where is Mima now?"

"Mima is already beyond this period, this trip there are some side effects, maybe two or three more days we will feel together."

"Why do only Mima exist? everyone at this time has already surpassed it, right?"

"Yes, yes, but all those people have no chance of returning like you, eating them their energy is still left in their individual forms, they are in their own time, respectively, only Mima has to come back here."

"And if you are in my future, when will we meet? where's where?"

"I don't know exactly, but anyway we will meet on the journey you are really looking forward to. You have to finish on time, yeah, so we can meet later, acquaintance."

But unfortunately I don't want to see you, unseen conductor, apalaig until marriage. I just want to be Dheo's wife in the future.

Then the atmosphere of silence until breakfast runs out, they prepare to head to the madrasah.

Shaka waits for Mima to take out the bike into the yard, only one bike.

“The bike is just one, it's mine, so you walk aja.” Mima tore her long skirt up to the calf, then pedaled to leave Shaka.

“Ay, bangar!” call Shaka, then walk after Mima who stops and lowers her legs.

“You don't have *********** ?” shaka's eyes looked at Mima's exposed calf.

Mima reflexively lowered her two feet to the ground and looked at Shaka, she naturally wore*********, what does this man mean?

“Em, that's what I mean long lining pants, leggings, not panty.”

Mima still highlighted Shaka with a dislike look.

“Ay, it fits your bike way, your skirt is exposed to a very high height, calf so looks, even a little more looks em, it ..”

“That's because you paid attention to it!”

“Astagfirullah, yes sorry early in the morning I even saw it, but the hell to be honest, I immediately saw, you gapapa refreshing the other eyes as well?”

Now Mima's gaze is embarrassed half-angry, but Shaka is not pduli, still wants Mima to go back home and wear longer pants.

“Wear longer, yes?” her door.

Mima turned the handlebar of the bike and pressed the pedal hard at Shaka's words, but she also didn't want people to enjoy the free view.

During this time he did not pay much attention to such things, Mima loved to wear open clothes, for him it was a form of freedom of dress, the right of a woman, but it turned out that he was quite upset when he heard the direct confession, he said, if men can be fresh to see the scenery of the likes.

Shaka walked with his backpack on his shoulder, his steps short and still occasionally saw Mima in the back.

When he saw that Mima's bike was approaching, he smiled and looked forward, Mima's bike continued to go beyond Shaka's steps without saying hello let alone caring about Shaka who walked slowly while waiting for him.

“Cie horrified at my suggestion?” shaka said alone after Mima's bike drove far in front of him with a calf that had been covered in black pants,

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MAN Composed – Pariaman

Nothing strange, unless people see Mima in small clothes, Mima ventured into the teacher's assembly room to meet her Fiqh teacher.

“Manga, Piak?” asked Mr. Fauzi in a soft voice.

“Em, Sir. I want to remedial the value of Fiqih,” Mima explained spontaneously.

“We haven't even started the material yet, do you want remedial? Which remedial?”

Mima forgot, now is the date where they just started the new school year.

“Lesson has not started yet, how do you know that I will be the twelfth grade Fiqh teacher?” ask Mr. Fauzi again.

Mima was confused.

“I mean, if later my value is bad, I want to directly list remedial, Sir.”

“So?”

Mima nodded lazily.

“I think that when it comes to academic values, you need not doubt, but during your study with me, all you have to remember is the practice of what we learned.”

Mima knew after this Mr. Fauzi would say what.

“Because charity without knowledge is futility while science that is not practiced is.?” cebik Mima in his heart, and sure enough Pak Fauzi mentioned the same editor.

“Iya tau, Sir,” replied Mima ketus.

“Good! If you know the rules of the game while studying with me, yes there is definitely nothing to be remedial, son. Get in your class, it's your hair out!”

Mima walked out of the teacher's room and was stunned to see a horde of male students walking over laughing, one of which was a face she could not forget.

“Dheo,” flowed.

Mima remembers her mistake was staying too long, Mima felt Dheo did not look at her because she never showed interest, now Mima knows what she should do.

“Dheo!” call him.

Not only Dheo, his friends also stop to see Mima, Dheo seems to talk to his friends then the mob leaves Dheo alone. Dheo approached Mima.

“Call me?” tanya Dheo did not believe.

Since tenth grade Mima and Dheo were classmates, this was the first time Dheo had heard Mima call his name.

Mima nodded, “Iya, you ... how are you?” mima asked with sparkling eyes as she stood face to face with the man who won many debate competitions representing the school.

“Tabors? Yes ... yes good news,” replied Dheo oddly.

“Thank God,” Reply Mima. Mima is the hardest human being to talk about.

“You Mima Ayumna ‘kan?” dheo asked in disbelief, perhaps because he saw this woman with a higher, fresher and more beautiful shape.

Mima nodded quickly, his appearance was not as good as it used to be, making Dheo want to linger talking to him.

“We are still classmate ‘kan?”  ask Dheo again, this man is indeed very smart to communicate.

Mima again just nodded.

“Oh, what's there? To class, yuk!” bring Dheo.

Mima's eyes bulged in disbelief, sparkling and of course scattered.

“Ay!” Suddenly the voice of someone calling out to him from a distance, Mima knew that voice. He breathed out from his mouth, for it was true that the voice was a call from Eshaka.

Shaka half ran over to Mima who was in flowers.

“Hehe, send me to perbus dong, I want to show you the book you should read before Fiqih subjects this afternoon,” Shaka enthusiastically.

“You?” dheo asked Shaka, because they had only met for the first time.

“Hay, know! My name is Ahsan Eshaka, just moved from Jakarta, ekhem, the main special person for Mima,”, Shaka said confidently.

The dialects and languages that Shaka uses are indeed thick students of big cities.

“Oh, you guys go ahead, I'm going to class first.” Dheo passed from those two humans.

Mima stared intently and angrily at Shaka, the man had already foiled his plan that had not yet begun.

“You Lo what the hell!?” mima's snapped pissed off.

“Ke library, Ay. How are you angry?”

“Go alone Lo!” Mima completely left Shaka in anger.

As usual the one left behind only smiled mysteriously and had not given up.

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Hello, all ... I read your comments, he said many are still confused.

novel gospel is different from the theme of the previous novel, yes. Genrenya aja supernatural loh. so certainly will be many things beyond the common novel reason, hehe.

this includes fantasy as well, so don't be confused with my previous novel², because the genre is different.

hope to enjoy this story yes 🌟