Our Uniforms are the Same

Arga

"God, Isma." Miss Rossa shouted with excitement. His friend was in sight. Really ... amazing surprise. "Come, come in."

Ms. Isma's right hand was pulled in by Ms. Rossa, so the boy's dislike shifted to the right.

"Oh my God, I'm so glad you came." Miss Rossa's face was full of excitement.

Arumi was silent as well as moved to see the scenery was quite extraordinary. A lasting friendship regardless of caste or social status. A friendship that will certainly last until it gives a deep impression.

Miss Rossa turned her gaze on Arumi. Staring closely at the young man who is almost the same as his son. "He's your son, Isma?" Miss Rossa pointed at Arumi.

Arumi nodded slowly as a form of respect for the elder. Don't forget the smile arch given to Miss Rossa.

Miss Isma smiled a little. "Yes, Ros. She's Arumi, who I've been telling you about on the phone."

Apparently the friendship relationship was not cut off just like that. The proof, Miss Isma and Miss Rossa still continue to communicate with each other.

Miss Rossa walked two steps forward. Embracing Arumi warmly, she said, "God, son, we can finally meet in person." The soft voice of Miss Rossa approached Arumi's ears. It calms the soul.

Arumi was speechless, too shocked to get the sweet treatment. Until finally the sweet woman came to her senses and said, "Yes, Tan. I'm also happy to see Auntie."

Miss Rossa let go of the hug. Look back and say, "Yes, Isma. Arga, name. He's a good boy."

Arumi glimpsed Arga, apparently it was the name of the man who could make high blood in school. However, if you think about it again, Arga was seen at school and wearing clothes without a uniform. Could it be that the man came to sign up? If you pay attention to more detail, from Arga's posture. The young man could not be equated with other high schoolers, Arga even deserves to be called a college boy.

"This guy wants to change schools here. Yesterday try to go to that favorite school," continued Miss Rossa.

This sentence is increasingly convincing Arumi, if indeed his thinking is not wrong. This Arga could be a new student at his school. Ah, that must be a bitch. Hopefully not even one class.

"Eh, I'm talking here. Come on, come in." Miss Rossa turned around, took everyone in and continued walking towards the living room of this house.

Every time Arumi stepped up, she found it hard to breathe. This house looks beautiful in a very fitting way and impressed minimalist. Not too many things, just very important ones. Usually the rich will always wear quality goods, but not too flashy. Only, there are some who really like to collect goods.

Arga who walked parallel to Arumi was just straight ahead. Feel the awkwardness from the side, but just relax. There's nothing to discuss.

They were about to reach Sopa, Arga quickly walked past Arumi while saying, "Lo, want to stay here, huh?" Out of nowhere the question came up, which clearly managed to make Arumi stop and fixate.