Our Uniforms are the Same

Universe joking

The next day a busyness was seen in the kitchen of Arumi's house since before dawn. As usual, Arumi had to help her mother cook the rice she would sell every morning. The result of this sale is used by Ms. Isma— her mother Arumi— to fund her children in school.

“Darling, not most salt. Yesterday the customer Mother at the protest,” said Bu Isma.

Arumi who was raving eggs also laughed a little. “Sorry, Mom. Yesterday I was sleepy.”

“If you're sleepy, don't help Mom. After all, your job is school. Not looking for money.”

“Ngaklah, Ma. I don't want Mom doang who slammed a bone to pay the debt of the former father with my school.”

The father's departure one year ago due to cancer also left a pile of debt. The more days, the more flowering. However, Ms. Isma as a parent is trying to pay off.

Isma looked at Arumi. Pay attention to the face of her daughter who does not know what will be like when she hears her decision.  “Nak, maybe it's the last day of sales.”

Sontak Arumi raised his head. Look back at his mother. “Mother, can work, yes?”

Miss Isma nodded quickly. “Yes, Nak.”

“Aalhamdulillah's. Where is it, Ma?” Arumi was happy. At least, if his mother works in a decent place. No need to get up this early. Wouldn't it be if work started at eight in the morning? That was what was on Arumi's mind at the moment.

Ms. Isma was silent. It creates curiosity in her child. 

“Kok, Mom is quiet?” Arumi started to sniff out the unnatural. “Mother, right, should be happy to get a job.”

Miss Isma took a deep breath. Exhales slowly. He can't bear. However, the circumstances that forced. “Previous, Mom, apologize to you, Nak.”

From here, Arumi was not feeling well. He listened until his mother finished saying.

Arumi jerks. Body is silent.

“That's all that can make a lot of money. Our debt is growing. This is indeed the fault of Mother for borrowing money to loan sharks,” continued Bu Isma.

Arumi budging. There's nothing to do anymore. 

“If Mom goes. I'm alone,” said Arumi.

Miss Isma is approaching. Hugging the child tightly. “Mother, sorry. Actually, this house must be sold to make up for half of Mother's debt.”

Again Arumi was surprised. What's the matter? Why like this? Many questions came to his mind. But, hidden by himself.

“Then it. Where do I live, Mom?” this time, Arumi's tears almost fell. Imagining life without parents is hard. Especially if there is no place to live. This is a sweet game of fate.

“Mother, want to send you to your friend Mother. In the Lord, this is a good man, dear.” Miss Isma let go of the embrace. Guilt mounts, but you can't do anything. “Don't be sad, I'm sorry."

Arumi was fluttering in her mother's arms. The universe is joking, he says. Why should this be what happened? Just imagine that he would be living with a family he did not recognize at all.

"Mom, tell me this isn't real?" ask Arumi.

Ms. Isma was silent, and her cries were creek. The hardest decision has to be made because there is no way out. "Mother, I'm sorry, son. May God help us to be together again. Mom, it's impossible to take you because school is important, son. You have to be someone who has a good education and good manners."

At first the decision was difficult for Arumi to accept. Which child could be so easily separated from his parents? However, Ms. Isma continued to advise and persuade Arumi.

"They have kids too, son. In the Lord, his son is good. You must be at home because Auntie is also good Om," added Bu Isma.