Our Uniforms are the Same

Unsuspectedly

Arumi is not afraid. He approached the man who had upset him at the school and stood in front of the car. "Hey, You! I don't know, yeah, who you are. But I didn't mean to walk."

The teenager who was wearing a branded jeans jacket was staring full of frustration. Do not want to continue the debate and directly gas forward.

Arumi is obviously upset. Actually, the one who has no courtesy is not him, but the owner of the car. "Basic, Strange Guys!" Astagfirullah." Arumi was at a loss for words. No more words could describe his heart.

Miss Isma is approaching. "Son, stop. Some of us are wrong standing in front of the fence. Comeon, home. We'll be here again tonight."

Arumi had to obey the wishes of her mother. Basically this hurts self-esteem, because the crazy man says in a loud voice and has no decency.

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Arumi herself is not in school because it is a holiday. Considering will separate from his mother alone, has succeeded in ravaging the soul. After returning from her mother's friend's mansion, the sweet woman locks herself in the house. Does not eat or fill the stomach. Too sad to accept the truth.

It's just that every human being has his own destiny path. Arumi needs to reconcile herself with the situation in order to receive well. In the end, every human being will part with their loved ones. Whether it is by the separation of the world or death.

Until Magrib, Arumi then went out of the room. He found his mother was picking up some items that will be brought later, such as clothes to change at work later.

Unable to see, Arumi moves into the kitchen. This memorable house should be sold immediately because of its stifling debt and interest that needs to be settled. There is nothing Arumi can do except follow the groove of God.

As soon as Azan Magrib reverberated, Arumi immediately took a bath and took wudu as well as prayers. He must prepare to meet with his mother's friend again. Maybe we can meet tonight.

Miss Isma is ready, and so is Arumi. They bring a little souvenir of wet cake food that is deliberately made for homeowners. Mother and child held hands out of the house as if strengthening their souls.

"You must like the owner of this house. They wanted a girl, but were given one boy. Mom, more peace of mind leave you here." The face of Ms. Isma who was able to persuade Arumi to arrive at the door.

Arumi stood up full of worry. For a measure of fun, it's obvious who doesn't like being in this big house? However, it will not be long if the feelings of the heart are not calm. Only a quiet companion, maybe that's what Arumi fears.

Ms. Isma quickly squeezed the bell. They waited for about two minutes, until finally a boy who was met last afternoon appeared from behind the door. "Who's looking, huh?" his tanya with the tail of his right eye glanced at Arumi.

Appearance of boys wearing long training pants with home shirt.

"Assalamualaikum," said Ms. Isma.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." The boy nodded slowly. "Auntie, who are you looking for, huh?"

Miss Isma looked at the boy in front of her for a moment, then asked, "Mother Rossanya is there, son?"

The boy was silent for a moment, then shouted loudly into the house. "Well, someone's dancing!"

Arumi jerks instead of playing. Both of his legs suddenly shook. Didn't he hear himself wrong?

The sound of footsteps could be heard from within. A gentle female voice greeted Arumi's ears as well as Isma's Mom. "Who, Son?"

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