Red Hooded Girl

His name is Mimin

The god and the red-hooded girl were sitting on a long chair near the pharmacy. They were waiting for the medicine in silence. Without any chatter.

"Ehem." The god cleared his throat trying to melt the ice between them.

"I'm sorry dad. Because I ... you get hurt," said the god.

The girl was silent and did not answer, never even a moment before looking at the man sitting next to her. He just looked down, braided his fingers over his lap.

"Miss Mala.." cried the apothecary on guard.

"Yes" said the god. He walked towards the pharmacy counter. The girl stared at the strapping back of the God who was walking towards the pharmacy with an expression of astonishment.

"It's medicine. Hopefully it will heal soon," said the pharmacist with a friendly smile.

"Thank you." The god replied with a friendly smile as well.

After receiving a plastic bag filled with medicine, he again approached the girl in a red hood.

"It's the cure." The hand of the God stretched out handed the plastic bag containing medicines to the girl.

The girl looked at the God with a confused expression. The god seemed to understand what was on the pretty girl's mind.

"Sorry yeah .. I don't know your name yet .. So I give you Mala's name...." God smiled. "Maland ... The wingless angel" he continued.

The girl glared, the look on her face clearly did not seem to like the man in front of her. Even though he didn't know the man. However, he could already deduce about the man.

There are two conclusions he believes. First, that the man had different beliefs with her. Or secondly, the man had the same beliefs as him but he was not a devoutly religious man. This is Friday afternoon. Shouldn't he be in the mosque performing Friday prayers which are legal for every male Muslim. This man standing before him was definitely not his dream man.

Tricks... The god flicked the middle finger and thumb in front of the girl's face.

"Why? Look at me so much .. I'm so cool, yeah," the god with a grinning smile.

The girl did not respond, she quickly took the plastic bag of medicine from the hands of God.

"My name is God. What's your name?" ask God.

The girl nodded without responding. He walked to the exit of the clinic. The gods also moved, spelling out the steps of the girl.

"Do you want me to come home?" tawar Gods. Although he was also unsure because he did not recognize this city. This is not the first time he has set foot in Serang. He has visited this city several times to accompany Soul home. But still, he felt foreign. To get to his best friend's house, he did not memorize if not picked up.

"Ga .. thank you," replied the beautiful girl quickly.

The god gawked to hear the beautiful girl answer her offer. "Alhamdulillah" he said. Because, since the first meeting earlier, never once heard the girl speak a two-word item. He only expressed through looking at the face, nodding or shaking. So it had crossed the mind of God that the beautiful girl was speechless.

"Why do you say thank you?" ask the girl with a sour look.

Surely he had not been sincere just a pleasant talk, so it is fitting I refuse he said thank God. Uh, I said thank you, right? He is a Muslim, right? Muslim men pray on Friday. The girl muttered in her heart.

"Alhamdulillah .. because you finally want to talk and answer my question," explained the God.

"So seriously, don't you want to tell me your name?" The god smiled grinning. "I'm sure someday we'll meet again. And soon .. I'm sure I'll know your name" he said with confidence.

The girl did not respond, she was busy fiddling with her phone, ordering an online motorcycle taxi. Since it's Friday afternoon, it's quite difficult to get a driver that probably most of them are performing Friday prayers. After waiting for a long time, a green jacket with an online motorcycle logo came to him.

"With Mimin?" ask the driver online. The girl nodded.

The god smiled because just like his guess, he now knew the name of the girl. Oh, his name is Mimin. Mumbled.

Mimin immediately sat in the back seat of the motorbike motorcycle online, without looking, without a smile of greeting, let alone a farewell to the annoying man named Dewa.

"Delivered according to the point huh Ma'am?" ask driver.

"Yes sir, according to the point."

"Good, Ma'am."

"Be careful, sir..do not make this beautiful girl blisters," said Dewa. Though just now he who had made the beautiful girl scuffed.

"Mimin .. I'm sorry. We'll see you later" said Dewa before the driver drove the bike. The eyes of the Gods follow the motions of the motor carrying Mimin until his shadow disappears.

"Wa ... Where's Lo? I'm in front of the campus."

"Lo nyebrang gih .. I'm in front of Ikhlas Medika clinic."

"Well... What else is going on in the clinic?"

"When I meet the angel."

"What??"

"Crazy lo Soul .. how long have you been praying. Prayer lo makbul, Men."

"What the hell are you. Yeah, wait a minute .. I'm going there now."

*****

Mimin arrived at a three-story office. He got off the bike and paid the fare.

"Min ... Why jidat lo?" ask his office friends. Every time they met their co-workers, they would ask about the wound on their forehead. And he will answer with the same answer. "So it's been an accident."

Geck... Geck... Geck...

Mimin knocked on the door of his superior.

Mimin has worked in this office for a year, he is Rizal's secretary. He works here on the recommendation of his sister Rahma Rizal, his best friend since childhood. At that time Rizal was distraught because Yuli was his secretary who had applied to resign because he wanted to focus on taking care of his son. Then Rahma filed Mimin. And Aya, his wife Rizal also agreed that Mimin would replace Yuli. Since Aya also knew Mimin, she was a good girl.

"Yes go in" said someone in there who was none other than Rizal, his superior.

Mimin entered the room.

"Loh, Min...why is your forehead?" ask Rizal.

"Emmm .. There was a little accident, sir."

"Well, I'm not good. I told you to deliver the proposal to Miss Silvi." 

Earlier, Rizal had him deliver a proposal to Bu Silvi, a lecturer at the Untirta campus. He had just exited the campus gate when a can of soft drink hit his forehead very hard. He believes the can was thrown with super power. So that made his forehead hurt badly and had to get some stitches. Instantly the annoying man's face appeared in his daydream. He shook his head. Damn, I met that guy. His inner.

"Min ... why?" Rizal's question broke his daydream.

"Eh .. no papa ko, sir."

"Min .. You can go home now, afraid you're dizzy."

"No Sir. Don't. .. I'm fine."

"Are you really not papa?"

"Yes sir, I don't know. Oya sir, Miss Silvi left this." He handed me a brown envelope.

"Oh, yes. Thanks, Min."

"Yes, sir. Excuse me."

"Yes. If you're dizzy .. You can go home yeah." He nodded. Then get out of the room, get back to his desk.

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Come on, who misses Rizal. Mimin is Rizal's secretary.