REMEDIALLY
Man in the garden house

Swathes of rice fields spread green on the side of the city road, coconut groves also grow neat hoses, small newak wandering among the carambian trees, the surrounding community uses their services to pick coconuts, and the, a young man was carrying his shoulder bag under the hot sun at two o'clock, but he was looking for the girl everywhere but Mima managed to get out of the reach of his eyes, lost among hundreds of students who scattered during school hours.

He had to go home alone this afternoon, Shaka accessed a digital map on his phone, some directions and locations were no longer the same, so he was forced to ask the surrounding community, he said, a man who was training climbed up a carambian tree.

Not yet had time to ask, two-wheeled vehicles from the back deliberately bergeber hard when passing Shaka, the legend of the black motorcycle, kenipot that has been modified with the type of racing motorbike so that the sound is very deafening.

But that's not the case, a woman who Shaka had been looking for since, apparently sat sideways on the back saddle of the motorcycle and one of her hands deliberately wrapped around the man's stomach in front.

“Mima!” muttered Shaka.

Shaka did not ask, he walked quickly hoping that there was a public transport passing by so that he could stalk Mima, not yet two meters walk, not yet, the shiny black legend motor looked from the opposite direction and pulled over to Shaka.

Mima's hijab is already irregular, her bangs are coming out of pet hijab. Shaka shook his head.

“Hair, Ay!” remember Shaka.

Mima reflex rubs her forehead to put her hair behind the cloth.

“Em, conductor, I came home with Dheo, but my bike is still on top, please take it home, can you?”

There was a flash of annoyance in Shaka's eyes as Dheo squeezed out his sparkling motor horn. Without waiting for Shaka's reply, Mima again wrapped her arms around Dheo's stomach and they passed from there.

“Still,” Mima said as she waved her hand.

Shaka kicks the coconut pistil at the end of his foot, then turns to pick up Mima's bicycle left behind at school.

***

Dheo stopped the vehicle as it arrived at the red light of the tabuik intersection, a cultural monument that became an icon of the city standing gallantly in the middle, from the rearview mirror, Glanced at the girl he was boning, he said, Mima loosened the clench because she felt embarrassed to see many eyes.

“Kok removable? uncomfortable, yes?” ask Dheo.

“Ndak nice to see the crowd,” he replied slowly.

“Judah we to a quiet place?” tawar Dheo nosy.

Mima was shocked to be silent.

“Canda,” ralat Dheo then while pulling back Mima's hand and putting it on her waist.

Mima was embarrassed but felt privileged by the treatment, so she was unknowingly being noticed by the rider beside them.

“Ekhem!” A motorcyclist thumped a glance towards Mima and Dheo.

“Pak Fauzi!” exclaiming Mima then forcefully pulled his palm that was being rubbed Dheo. Luckily the light immediately turned green and Mr. Fauzi drove away due to the sound of a sea horn from behind.

Not yet C is my value.

“Sorry, Mim. I did not know there was Mr. Fauzi next to us.” said Dheo, he also felt guilty.

“Ndak nothing,” Mima replied briefly.

“So where are we going? road yes!” bring him.

“Lain times deh, now take home aja,” pinta Mima.

“Oh,” said Dheo was disappointed, even though he had borrowed a butut motor owned by his friend to be able to take Mima for a walk, Dheo also saves pocket money today to treat Mima to eat sek rice on gondoriah beach.

***

Pandan plants grow neatly in some home pages, Aglonema is also fresh and organized, adenium bonsai azaleas are so beautiful to lure the eyes, welcoming those who have arrived at the residence of Mima.

Mima circulated the view to the garden house that was still tightly closed as he had been living, then pulled out his phone to look at the digital clock.

“Mim, thanks.” Dheo smiled as he bit his lower lip, “We met a long time ago, but I feel new to know now, yes. Don't know anyway, different aja aura,” said Dheo, one hand holding the handlebar of the motor next to him again he used to reach Mima's palm.

Mima mesem while pulling slowly his palm, afraid that there are neighbors who see.

“Makasih also yes, Dhe, have ngantarin go home,” reply Mima, his heart is still pounding fast, either because of the squeeze of the palm or for fear of being caught making out.

“HP you are very good.” Dheo was amazed and curious about the shape of flat objects that there was an image of an apple not intact behind the screen.

Mima so took a glance at his cellphone which for him was ordinary.

“That's blackberry, huh? but how is it different?” look for Dheo who has never seen it before.

“Farha yesterday brought it to school, but Chinese blackberry, got you the real one?”

Mima looked down embarrassed as well as confused how to explain to Dheo.

“There are you.”

Maybe Dheo would think Mima had just received an inheritance from her late grandmother.

“This is my number, Mim.” Dheo stung out a piece of paper he had torn from the textbook, Mima immediately accepted it.

In the past, let alone exchanging contacts, seeing Dheo shoes in school prayer, Mima was very happy.

“Later to charge deh pulse so we can smsan.”

“OK,” reply Mima.

Is it this easy to remedial the future?

“See yes.” Dheo waved his hand, swung his foot on the crank lever of the motor and drove away from it.

***

The sky was so red, Mima was wearing black pajamas after taking a shower this afternoon, now she had just leaned the broom handle and the crook into place, long she had a thought-provoking conversation while clearing the leaves, wondering, wondering, why the man who lives in the garden house has not yet returned when the sun will soon fall into the contest.

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New : Yaw/monkey

Carambia : Coconut