I'm the Unacknowledged

Searching School

Arriving at the apartment, Miki immediately entered his room. All the way home, there was no talk between the different men of that generation. Also when we got to the apartment. Each one is busy with their own activities.

Argha arranged all the food he had bought into the refrigerator. As for Miki, she stood back in front of the room window while staring blankly at the streets of the capital. His mind floated on what he had just seen in front of the supermarket. A group of children in uniform were joking around in the supermarket parking lot.

Why are these kids wearing the same clothes? Are they school kids? miki smiled faintly.

Back then, when he was still living in St.'s orphanage. Jose, Maria's mother once sent Miki to school in a kinder garten near the home. However, the students there were not wearing the exact same clothes at all. Finally, Miki's heart is intrigued to find out more about the school system in this foreign country. Yes, for Miki, the country he currently lives in is a foreign country. Although legally, Miki has earned her citizenship rights.

Without knocking on the door, Argha entered her foster home. His forehead frowned as Miki did not feel bothered by his actions. Usually, the child will immediately put on a wry face if Argha enters without permission.

"What are you doing?" argha asked when he saw Miki staring at his phone.

Miki looked up, her forehead frowning at Argha who was already standing in the doorway. "Huh, just like a lizard," she grunted.

Argha is surprised, but he reluctantly responds to Miki's rant. He was too late to go back to the office. That's why he let Miki's words just like that.

"Om going back to the office. There is food at the table. If you want to eat, just warm it up in the microwave" says Argha.

"Hm ..." Only Deity answers the words of Argha.

Like Argha who was not interested in hearing Miki's ravings, the little boy was not very interested in Argha's words just now. He is still busy reading an article about schools in Indonesia.

Curious to see Miki's indifference, Argha finally approached. Argha glanced at the slide show Miki scrolls in her smart objects. At first glance, the show was like describing the world of school, and Miki was very enthusiastic about seeing the show. Even he was to the point of not being aware of the existence of Argha who was already standing in front of him.

Seeing Miki's attitude, Argha began to realize that the seven-year-old boy was harboring a desire.

Hmm, Miki's age is indeed ripe to enter Elementary School. I'd better find a school for Miki, so that he has activity and will not feel bored also living in his own country, Inner Argha.

Not wanting to disturb Miki's concentration, Argha immediately exited his foster room. A second later, he exited his apartment and headed for the parking lot. Argha was about to return to the office to have a meeting with his co-workers.

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Day after day goes on. Argha intends to send his foster children. However, looking for a good and appropriate school, it is not as easy as drawing a sketch of the building.

It has been almost three days Argha surfed the internet to find a good school and international standard. However, the more Argha looked, the more dizzy his head also felt. Because so many bona fide schools are presented on social media networks.

"Huh, it's really confusing!" Argha snorted angrily while throwing his phone on the desk.

"Hmm, it seems like this arrogant master is feeling annoyed."

Suddenly a baritone voice he recognized sounded in his room.

"Master Bagas?" argha said as his face looked up to see who was coming. "Come in, Sir! Why are you standing there?" argha continued, astonished to see his co-worker standing in the doorway.

"Hmm, I've already knocked on the door, but it looks like your mind is not here" Bagas replied as he entered Argha's study.

"Hahaha, forgive me, sir. Being too focused on finding a school, I was not aware of your arrival. Sorry!" argha answered as he walked closer to Bagas.

A moment later, Argha brought Bagas to sit on the guest sofa. "Please sit down, sir!" continued.

Bagas unbuttoned his suit. He then sat on the sofa. His forehead frowned slightly upon hearing the word school. Bagas was curious and finally asked Argha. "School? Who for?"

"For my son, sir," replied Argha.

Bagas frowned more and more. As far as he is concerned, Argha is divorced from his wife. Although it is known if Gintani was pregnant when divorced, but it is not possible if their child has entered school age as well.

"Wait for Mr. Argha, I really don't understand. Isn't your marriage to Lady Argha over? And how can you have a school-age child?" tanya Bagas.

Argha smiled faintly. "It's actually for my adopted son, sir. A month ago, I had adopted a boy, "argha replied, not wanting to make his guests feel confused.

Bagas smiled. "Hmm, it's worth it" he said. How old is your child?" ask Bagas.

"Seven years, sir."

"Just a year younger than my son" murmured Bagas who could still be heard by Argha.

"By the way, where does your son go to school, sir? Who knows your son's school could be a good recommendation for my son" Argha said.

Bagas took his breath. The radiance of his eyes turned sad when he remembered his only son.

"Actually, my son he doesn't go to school in this city, sir. Because of many things, Kyara and I were forced to send Eagles to boarding school in a remote area" Bagas replied looking sad.

"Astaghfiullah! But why, sir?" argha asked quite surprised.

"Sorry, Sir. For now, I can't tell you much. But if you want, you can send your son there. I can guarantee that the education there is also no less quality than the international education here" continued Bagas.

"Hmm, thank you sir, but I have no intention of sending my son to go to school. Since childhood, he has lived in an orphanage, I don't want him to feel wasted anymore just because I put him in a boarding house" Argha said.

"Alright, I understand," replied Bagas. "How about you put your son in, what's his name?" ask Bagas.

"Miki" answered Argha.

"Ah, yes ...Mickey. What if Miki goes to school where my wife works. The quality there is also very good. Even I heard, Mutiara Bangsa became the second best school in the city," Bagas added.

"really? Hmm, very good recommendation sir. That way, I can more easily monitor the development of my son through your wife. Very interesting," answered Argha.

"Hahaha, you could have. Yes already, I think you can already find the solution to your son's school problem. So ... when can we start signing the contract?" tanya Bagas who did come to sign a cooperation contract with Argha-owned company.

"In the meantime, I'll call my assistant first, sir."