Mom, I Want School
20. SCHOOL UNIFORM

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A cool breeze hit my face that has now been behind the father who was busy pedaling his old bicycle to the city, precisely at the place of the pot sales shop.

As usual, I have always been a loyal passenger following in which direction the father controls his bike. The heat of the sun this morning did not make me waver.

The layers of skin were hot and yet, the wind that blew stroked my face and hair so very gently felt every gust of wind that shook my hair. I turned to the left and to the right who occasionally looked up at the tall buildings of the city. Ari hopes Ari can have a big house like that.

Not only did I look at the buildings of the city that were so big and beautiful, I also occasionally looked down at the paved road hoping that I would see the sheets of money scattered there.

Yes actually I also had 5,000 money on the street maybe it flew out of the owner's pocket and landed on the asphalt and after that day I always decided to look at the streets hoping I would find it again money to buy crackers in the store.

Now I'm again faced with a red light, as usual people settled me as if I was a strange person but actually I'm not the weird one but the vehicle that I use today.

Where people use luxury vehicles such as cars and motorcycles that have diverse shapes while me and my father only use old butut bikes.

I could even hear the sound of a small laugh behind me making me turn to look at the figure of the girl in beautiful clothes, riding a large motorcycle while occasionally staring at me.

They seemed to be laughing at me, well I could see from their eyes that occasionally looked at me and then laughed a little. Maybe it was because of my slightly flushed hair due to the sunburn or my clothes that looked so dirty in front of them. I was wearing clothes that I thought were very nice and only used when I was traveling to the city.

I was wrong, right? The phrase always appeared in my mind in response to all of them, the city people and the wealthy whose fate was not like mine which could be said to be very, very poor and far from simple words.

Not long after the red light that was up there turned into a green light to make all the vehicles drove away leaving me and my father half-dead wiggling legs to pedal the bike.

Me and dad were left far back there even barely getting the red light back however, you look so relaxed and do not think about the stares and whispers of the city people who seem to have mocked us.

The thing that made me breathe a lot was when I had gone through the red light and everyone had left us here. I again felt something very happy that I had arrived at the fishing rod sales shop.

The father put his bike back, leaned the bike on a pole and he usually asked again,

"Do you want to go inside the store or do you just want to wait here?"

I nodded and made my father finally step his foot into the store. I stepped in intending to step inside the store but, my steps were stopped when I saw a statue that had been worn in a red and white school uniform.

I smiled happily and then not for a long time I ran up to the statue of the boy with a really sparkling look. I looked at him in awe, staring and looking from top to bottom. I could see a white uniform that was so very beautiful and the pants that looked so very very very nice.

This school uniform, I always see it in school children who want to go or go home from school. Even I've seen this uniform worn by Angga and it means that if I go to school this year I will also wear the same school uniform as the one on this statue.

How would it feel to touch this cloth?

I moved my shaking fingers slightly as I tried to make sure no one was looking at me and after making sure no one saw me I moved my fingers and touched the surface of my red pants that's so very nice.

I smiled happily, their smile peerless and my eyes sparkled as I touched the fabric of the pants. Intrigued by her clothes, I moved my fingers again and touched the surface of the white cloth attached to the body of the statue.

God, this dress is even better with the new clothes I used when I was lebaran first. It really amazed me, it deserves my friends look very happy at school. It was all because they were wearing really cool school uniforms like this. I can't wait for school to wear the same school uniform I hold today.

"Hey!"

I was caught in shock, gasped at the screams of a woman holding a long piece of wood that was used to reach for very high bags. I could see the look in the woman's eyes that looked so angry at me and I quickly pushed away my fingers that had touched the shirt.

"You're stealing, huh? Huh, you want to steal?" he asked while pointing at me so very despicable.

I clenched my fingers and shook my head quickly.

"No, I didn't steal. I'm just looking at it."

The woman seemed to be in disbelief after I said it then she stepped closer to me making me quickly step back. I don't want him to hit me.

He looked at me sharply as if I had stolen it, he looked at the white cloth to make sure it was not broken after I touched it.

"Review you, yeah! Don't touch this shirt if it's dirty? It's a white shirt, it'll get dirty fast if you touch it!" his screams made me look at some people who were looking at me.

It felt like I was so scared, my eyes were watering as if I wanted to cry after the woman scolded me. I quickly ran to the store to the father who apparently did not hear the voice of the woman who was angry and of course was scolding me.

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