REMEDIALLY
Husband of the future

The sky was so red, Mima was wearing black pajamas after taking a shower this afternoon, her short hair was tucked one back, curled to her nape, now she was just leaning on the handle of a broom and a crook, he said, long he talked with his mind during cleaning the leaves, wondering why the man who lived in the garden house had not yet returned when the sun soon fell into the dispute.

When Mima had gone up the stairs to the terrace of the house, the creak of the bicycle chain was churning with the sound of shalawat tarhim from surau.

The man's sausage clothes had already come out from the hem of gray pants, his face looked tired but the smile on his face was still fine, not at all looking upset, he said, on the handlebar there is one medium-sized crackle, he took it out, then took one of the small clear plastic containing a black cloth.

“Eshaka,” called Mima slowly, now she felt bad for hearing Dheo's suggestion that Shaka take her bike home.

“Hey, sweet call, but in the future you call me dear loh,” tease Shaka, she is also happy to see Mima's fresh face after the afternoon shower.

Even dusk was no more beautiful than Mima's facial line.

“Seriously, I want to apologize, I told you to take my bike home.”

“Actually I'm annoyed, but it's better than walking, right? I can walk around on this bike.”

“Where?”

“Nih!” Shaka stalling the crackle for Mima, the girl mediated the contents of the crackle which turned out to be two bundles of banana leaves, with some clear plastic containing side dishes.

“Nation sek?” Mima looked enthusiastic.

“Udah long don't eat this ‘kan? I pray magrib first, that abis we eat together, yes?”

Mima nodded quickly, his stomach suddenly felt hungry to smell the aroma of rice wrapped with banana leaves that had been piped, nothing too special other than because the food was only in Pariaman.

“Oh yes, here's one more.” Shaka handed over the clear flat plastic that contained the black cloth earlier.

Mima flipped that thing.

“That's ciput, dalaman hijab. So if you go to school you no longer wear a jeepon, a bangs hijab. No cute one, Ay.”

“Heh? Yeudah, Thanks. Tomorrow I wear it,” replied Mima ketus while going inside.

***

Rice sek still with the banana leaves are held on the table with fish gulai, jengkol balado and anchovies, there is also a sala lauak giving Tek Na this afternoon.

“Bakwan round?” guess Shaka when looking at the shape of sala lauak.

“Sala lauak name, this is only here, try deh.” Mima put some sala into Shaka's plate.

Smelled by the distinctive smell of saffron from fried flour in the form of a lump as big as a golden brown thumb, the basic ingredient is fish meat that is mashed with wheat flour. Shaka said basmallah before putting one sala into his mouth.

“You roving by bike?” Mima opened the story in between their dinner.

Shaka nodded, “Iya, to the people's market, exclamation also.”

“Oh.” Mima stuffed food into her mouth just like that, Shaka shook his head in surprise watching the way Mima ate.

“Seru same streets past?” shaka Syndir.

“Meet Mr. Fauzi at the intersection of tabuik.” Mima's lips were humming.

“Allah ... has not yet opened your own bad impression, you forget? Mr. Fauzi is a spear of this remedial travel suskses.”

Mima's breath sounded heavy.

“All remedials can not yes?”

“Can't or won't do it anyway, but sure in the future you won't regret?”

“Why am I sorry?”

“Iya anyway, why do you have to regret yes, it was pasombalin Pak Selamet class time only you really did seneng, right?”

“Without being combined, I am indeed the same as Dheo,” said Mima honestly. “You know, after we parted I always prayed to meet again and make a fool of him.

“Yakin pray? You just ate not read the prayer just now,” Shaka said again.

Mima chokes, incoming food chokes in the esophagus.

“Familiarize Bismillah, Ay. Time for the things we do every day you refuse to pray.”

Mima downed the white water while looking at Shaka who was still casually chewing his part.

“Bismillahifiawalhi waakhirihi,” rapal Mima quietly and continue eating. Shaka smiled with satisfaction.

“But that's what I like about you.”

Mima watched Shaka's sentence.

“You from the outside look very hard, but actually very open to science, your thinking is sexy even though not everyone can connect if you invite discussion,” said Shaka.

Mima is still monitoring the purpose of the man's sentence, Mima is not sure if Shaka just wants to praise.

“Often considered strange and crazy too,” chirped Mima, because it also he did not have a circle of close friends.

“Haha, because people are still the same science that you are in, you are also, what is thought to the bottom, Want to shoot me ajetan aja you have to first examine the definition of love starting from the Greek era, right?”

Mima smiled in a slant because Shaka's statement was very true, to examine his liking he had to expend considerable energy, which is why falling in love is a troublesome thing for Mima and he is not easy to do.

“You're a smart woman who's used to heavy literature, even when the Law child doesn't really read John Locke's Two Treatises of Government and Thomas Hobbes' Leviathan, it has become your daily snack. Then I'm sure, Mapel Fiqih is not a meaningful obstacle. Please, mean it!” shaka Pinta.

Mima was silent.

“And you know, this remedial is not just a theory. Since you are a human being who always denies reality and ignores God's commands, that's what you have to fix.”

“Not denying, I'm just used to questioning everything down to its roots, including the issue of Religion and worship, it's part of philosophy.”

“But that does not mean you do not believe in the existence of God as the only ‘Illah ‘kan?”

Mima flinched, some time before deciding to choose a scholarship master program majoring in theology, he did have time to doubt the existence of Zat Maha Abadi.

“I'm not Atheis!” emphatically Mima, yes .. there is a shadow of grandmother and her parents who hastily awakened the unlimited free mind.

“Indeed not, Ay. You were born as a Muslim seroang, eat it given a chance to live to be a good mulismah.”

Mima continued chewing without responding to Shaka's rant, but Shaka tau Mima digested the sentence as well as she digested the food.

“I'm still curious, where did you start coming to this trip?”

“When you sleep on our car.”

Mima listened to Shaka's story carefully.

“Oh yes? So you're really my future husband?”

Shaka shrugged both his shoulders in unison.

“No idea, you will talk to me that way. I know it's from you too."

“Heh, how could I have a crush on such a troublesome man?”

“Haha, time? But ... in the future I am not too fun anyway, later you do not get angry, yes.”

Mima frowned, Shaka's fleeting remarks were like a far-fetched imagination, but he was still curious to continue digging up information from there.

"I'm not an angry woman!" mima hatch.

“Iya anyway, The meal must be on time, yes the remedial, so I can meet me, we are acquaintances.”

“Where to meet?” search Mima again.

“On the trip you really want.”

***

Sorry if it makes you dizzy, you should broadcast aspirin. Hehe.