Our Uniforms are the Same

Unknowingly.

Decision has been made. After a few days Arumi has moved and occupies a room next to Arga. Like it or not, still the young man had to accept Arumi in this house.

The separation between Bu Isma and Arumi takes place in the blue terrace on the front porch of Miss Rossa's house. Finally the day came, Arumi was abandoned by her mother. Miss Rossa and Mr. Brian were entertaining as much as possible. Sure if Arumi's heart is not okay.

The next day after the separation, Arumi woke up as the voice of Azan reverberated. Eye bags are clearly visible, eyes are swollen because of continuous crying. Anyone would be hurt when separated, but this could still communicate. How does it feel to be separated by death? It will obviously hurt more. However, everything must go according to God's will.

"I'm still sleepy, but I have to get up. I haven't, yes." Arumi rubbed both eyes. I didn't realize he was in another room.

The girl was wearing a plain light blue long pajama suit. Without hesitation quickly stood up, feeling that he was in his own home. Slowly moving towards the outside door, about to go to the toilet take wudu. Forgot to hijab and still assume your own home.

The door of the room opened, Arumi stepped both feet out. Not aware either. He moved his way forward two steps until a sound came from the side.

"Lo, where are you going?" ask Arga who was ready to go to the mosque with his father.

Hearing the voice from the right side managed to make Arumi stop her steps, turning to the direction of the sound source. "The bathroom! Take wudu." In a calm voice the girl replied.

Arga notices Arumi's disheveled appearance. Other than her hair expanding, the woman did not seem to be well aware. "You better be careful. This is not your own house!" Arga glanced at Arumi's hair. Hijabnya.

Arumi slapped. The two beads glared, paying attention to the appearance from top to bottom, as well as fingering the hair. "Astag." As fast as lightning the young girl immediately entered the room. Unknowingly came out without wearing a hijab.

Arga glanced sharply at the door of Arumi's room. "Freak girl!" Not wanting to linger there, Arga immediately went downstairs. This good habit has indeed been instilled early on, so Arga is accustomed to getting up early and going to prayer to the mosque.

Meanwhile Arumi himself was still shaking. It can appear without a hijab in front of a man. "Duh, so sloppy. Why the hell should I forget?" The girl clapped her forehead once. It's always been this way.

After recall, it turns out that each room here has its own toilet. In other words, Arumi did not have to bother going downstairs to just go to the bathroom. This was clearly different from his small house, which only had one bathroom. "I can't live in a fancy house. It's only natural." Arumi scratched his head, not scratching.

After the embarrassing incident earlier, Arumi himself immediately took wudu and dawn prayers. Here he hitchhiked, of course he should know himself. Helping a little homework might be done as a form of gratitude.

After finishing the prayer, Arumi went out of the room and went downstairs. Amazingly, there is already Miss Rossa who is cooking fried rice. In this house there is no permanent maid, there is only a middle-aged woman who will come in the morning and go home in the afternoon to clean the house only. This is inversely proportional to what Arumi often finds.

A little awkward Arumi approached Miss Rossa. However, he needs to be closer to fellow residents of the house. "Eh, sorry, Tan. Can I help you?" Her voice was soft and soothing. The original was very hard.

Miss Rossa turned to the right side, smiling knots. "No, Honey. Aunty just makes fried rice." The middle-aged woman was softer than her mother. "You're sitting sweetly at the dinner table. Wait for the others."

Arumi awkward. Where could possibly do that. This isn't his house.

Ms. Rossa's right hand kept stirring the fried rice that was almost finished. It smells like flirting with anyone's stomach in the morning. Giving a sense of wanting to quickly reach the kitchen and devour it completely, that's what Arumi feels today.

"Oh, yeah, you're one school, right, same Arga?" Miss Rossa just realized that.

Arumi quickly answered. "Yes, Tan." As far as he knows. Arga yesterday mentioned the name of the school that was used to gain knowledge by him.

Just contact both Arumi's eyeballs perfectly rounded. Didn't he hear himself wrong? Go with Arga. No way! Just a day a house, it feels like Arumi is going crazy. How could he possibly go together? It could be crazy.

"That thing is to take a car to school, sometimes a motorcycle. He's been trained to be independent from childhood." Miss Rossa immediately focused on stirring up some more fried rice. The atmosphere changed softly, Arumi felt a slight sense of guilt. "More precisely forced to be more mature than his age."

Arumi remained silent. Wanted to comment, but it wasn't his realm. You just have to listen without wanting to know more. Because, all that becomes the privacy of others is not public consumption. "I took public transport, Tan. It's better." Arumi refuses.

"Well, why, honey?" Miss Rossa is hurt. He tries to make Arumi feel happy. "That thing is tame, you know."

Arumi chuckles amusedly. Just funny.

Miss Rossa laughed a little. "Yes, he means he will not dare to do anything. If you dare, Auntie send him directly abroad." Miss Rossa wasn't playing around. Look at his face, seriously. "He's a submissive son, you'd be happy to be close."

Arumi sighed. Even talking to Arga alone was something he did not want to do, let alone getting involved far with the man. I don't know how his soul is going?

"Well, now you better take a shower and get ready. Six o'clock down again, breakfast," Miss Rossa said.

Arumi. It's better, because he could be crazy if he just kept talking about Arga. "Yes, Tan." Arumi according. He came back out of the kitchen with mixed feelings. His mind grumbled, unable to one car with Arga. However, his mouth clearly could not resist any further.

I hope he refuses.

Fried rice is finished. Bu Rossa just stay to make a complementary side dish such as egg ceplok also shrimp crackers. It will be very delicious breakfast this time. "When this is over, I have to take a shower and get ready for work. Brian must have finished the sport."

In the kitchen that is quite decent area that Miss Rossa every morning prepare breakfast for her child and husband. Take the time to continue to offer the best, because family is number one.

Time continued until six o'clock arrived. All the members out were already at the dinner table and took their own breakfast including Arumi.

Arga prefers to eat fried rice with two eggs without crackers, men consume more protein and vegetables and fruit than carbohydrates.

Arga's position is next to Arumi, while Miss Rossa and Mr. Brian are in front of them. They are like a simple, complete family.

Arga took a glass of water, took a sip for a while and along with that his mother's sentence greeted the ear.

"Honey, take Arumi to leave together, yes," added Miss Rossa.

Too shocked, until finally Arga spouted again water from the mouth. His position was looking to the right side, more precisely towards Arumi. It was clear that the water was gushing into the sweet girl's face.

"Astagfirullah, Arga!" Arumi's upset. I don't know if there is another family.

Arga himself was silent, still unconscious. Her mother's words were too crazy, according to Arga.