Ai To Shiawase's

Ch. 9: Teacher or Model?

...Very eccentric appearance! Teacher with model style....

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Looks like Bu Kizuha has finished explaining. He closed the marker used for writing on the blackboard and put it on the table.

"Well ... first record the material on this whiteboard, yes! Mom wait for you guys. Because after this there will be a task!" bu Kizuha's orders while walking to her chair.

"Good, Mom!" answer the students at the same time.

Me and the other disciples also carried out Ms. Kizuha's orders so as not to get into trouble. Although I've never felt the punishment of Ms. Kizuha, but I've seen it. Often the woman punishes the student in varied ways.

For example, if there is a student who is negligent in doing his job, then he does not hesitate to throw a thick book towards his face. If the one who violated was a female disciple, then she would reduce her punishment. Maybe just being told to study in front of the class, that's all.

Even so, Miss Kizuha is still terrible. Never mind feeling, imagining the punishment has made me shudder in horror. His sharp gaze like the gaze of an eagle and his resolute voice that was like the leader of a line, always managed to frighten the disciples. Huhh ...

I wrote one by one the words on the board with my beloved black pen. The only pen I have. I bought this pen when I was in High School. I was afraid to ask my mother to buy me another pen. Besides, this pen is still good.

"Have you?" ask Miss Kizuha.

"It's over!" answer some students. "Not yet!" tell some other students.

Sounding from his voice, it seemed that the unfinished note was mostly male disciples.

"For those who have not yet continued!" tell Bu Kizuha to get out of her chair and then pick up the plain paper. He's walking towards us. The woman handed out her papers to every student bench, including me.

After circling and distributing the papers to all the students in the class, Ms. Kizuha came back to the front and stood up.

"Today her job is to make essai about MOM. You are free to write anything, as long as it relates to your mother. For example, you want to write about your mother's affection. Or you want to write about your mother who always protected you. The limit of the essay is one page of paper. Can not be more! ... up to here, already understand?!" Ms. Kizuha explained in detail so that no one would be confused. "Well, no one answered, that means you already understand. Can be done from now on!" abugn.

"Hhhh ...." Rey sighed while taking the plain paper.

Likewise with me, I also took the white paper without the writing. Just making essays, right? Everyone can make it. But why did I suddenly feel bad like this? .... I took a pen and prepared to write an essay. But when I just touched the tip of the pen with a sheet of paper, I just realized what was bothering me at this time.

My hand suddenly stopped, causing my pen to fall. I stared at the paper blankly, without thinking of anything.

'What ... should I write?' I ask myself in the inner.

I just realized that the theme of this essay is very difficult for me. How not? What am I supposed to write? Ms. Kizuha said that the theme of essays is about mothers. But what should I write from my mother? The affection?

I looked around, it seemed that the other students had already started writing. Same with Rey. Half of the paper looks already fulfilled by writing. But I. .. I haven't even written a single word.

My attenuation was diverted to a wall clock attached to a blackboard. The clock is pointing at 9. The afternoon is almost here, which means the Japanese language classes are coming to an end. Huft ... there is no other option. If I don't write soon, then I'll get a sentence from Ms. Kizuha later.

I took my pen and started writing. Word by word and paragraph by paragraph were beginning to show on my paper. I write without thinking. Anyway, what went through my head, I wrote it straight away.

The class atmosphere was very quiet. However, the silence did not last long. Suddenly there was a loud sound of something.

Kringh ...

The bel of the end of the lesson has been heard. Luckily, at that time, I also finished the essay. I heaved a sigh of relief from successfully completing this heavy task.

"Well ... done or not, collect now!" order Bu Kizuha with one hand propping her chin.

Yuki stood up to collect his handmade essays. Then, the other disciples began to follow in his footsteps. Rey and I walked forward together to collect the task. When she got to her desk, Ms. Kizuha was looking at me. His look was terrible. In fact, I almost fell.

"Why?" tanyanya looked at me.

I was stunned and confused as to what to answer. But suddenly, Rey said, "Ah is okay, Mom. All right then, we're back first .. come on, Ai!"

"Hm," replied Bu Kizuha short, solid, but not clear the meaning.

Rey dragged my hand and sat on the bench again. I smiled, saying, "Thank you, Rey."

Rey looked at me. "Not to think about. Besides, it's not that hard. Next time, don't look at her face again, yeah! Because his face is a bit horrible Hahaha ..," he said with a joke at the end.

After hearing Rey's words, I also let out a small laugh. I can't remember how many times Rey helped me. Whenever there is a problem, he is always there to help. Not only did she help in physical matters, she was also always willing to be a place to lean on when I started to despair. Slowly, I began to feel comfortable with him. What is this called ... love?

We both sat on our benches again. All the students seem to have gathered their essays. Ms. Kizuha tidied up our errand papers that looked messy.

When she finished tidying up, Ms. Kizuha got up from her seat and brought the results of our essay assignment. "Today's lesson is over. Thank you for doing your job on time. I will correct your duties. Because this will go into the final value. Alright, so many. Sayonara!" said Ms. Kizuha.

"Sayonara, Kizuha sensei!" students and students in class.

Ms. Kizuha walked out of our class in the style of a model. In my opinion, she is indeed the teacher who attaches the most importance to beauty among other teachers. Even then, I had seen her dress up in the middle of a teacher meeting. Really beautiful teacher.