Our Uniforms are the Same

IPS Classroom Atmosphere

Came on when I entered class. There was no sign of Arumi coming. The third grade IPS room was quieter, because Arumilah was the spirit carrier of his friends. Sari watched her three male friends who were busy gossiping at the next table. It just so happened that Sari and Arumi's desk was in the backmost right corner close to the window. "Hey, didn't anyone see Arumi this morning?"

Ridho, Bima, and Rehan immediately turned to the right side. Observing Sari's appearance was still the same as usual.

"Minimum if the class to say hello first, Sari!" Rehan piety.

Ridho who was sitting beside his right also agreed. "Assalamualaikum that is." Insinuating Sari directly.

"Well, that's it! Enter any room, say hello." Bima added more clearly.

Sari's forehead is wrinkled. It doesn't hurt, but it's a little weird. They are on the same path, compact once the three boys. "Yes, yeah, sorry." Sari relented. They will not win against them. "Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Rehan, Ridho, and Bima immediately answered quickly.

Seen Ridho watching the entrance, perhaps the figure of Arumi came.

"Aren't you guys really seeing Arumi this morning?" Sari asked again. Breathing rough, not usually. Arumi does look like a student who has a male nature, but his girlfriend is always trying to obey the school rules by entering on time. "Where's the kid going?" Take off the backpack in the back, save it on the table.

"Don't do it sick anymore" Rehan guessed after about two minutes of silence.

Ridho turned to the left side. "He, if he is sick, will tell one of you. Like who does not know Arumi, he was a common fever was thought to end that day." The boy still remembered how Arumi shook them all at night. Even Ridho went to Arumi's house to check on the girl's condition which turned out to be just an ordinary fever. It sucks that girl.

Bima remembered the incident. "That's it." His hands are pointing forward. "Surely Arumi was truant. It's fixed."

Rehan quickly grabbed Bima's left ear beside him as well, Rehan's position flanked by Bima and Ridho. "Astagfirullah, this is the one boy! Don't like suudzon, bumali it."

Bima was in pain at once upset. "Fun, Rehan!" Trying to let go of Rehan's left hand that was fending at him. Once detached, it feels plong. "Lo, if you like it anyway."

Rehan's forehead creased tightly, according to him there was nothing wrong. "Different little doang, Bim." Rehan defended himself.

Sari no longer spoke to her three friends. Instead of getting a winning answer, Sari will be pushed to the brink of debate that will not have an end. "Is Arumi sick, huh? I have to chat him." Sari chose to take out the phone. The condition of the IPS class is not as neat as others. The laughter of the female students who were talking about their lovers, there were also male students who were more concerned with playing games before class began. Such is the state of the room that has always been famous as the most difficult class to organize. However, it is undeniable to also give birth to some great stars in the sports section such as Ridho who is always the general champion for running races. Every lack there must be an advantage, and vice versa.

Amidst the class crowd as well as the long debate of Rehan and Bima, Ridho seems to follow in Sari's footsteps. Putting out a cell phone to send a message to Arumi. Hope his friend is okay. "Lo, it's Arumi's bitch!" Ridho spoke softly, but it sounded clearly in Rehan's ears. At a glance Rehan's left eye's tail glanced, just returned the focus of the mouth fight back with Bima. Don't lose.