Forced to Marry Manjaku Students

Chapter 4's

The news of me scolding Aluna was already spread out in the school, even as I stepped into the teacher room, a few pairs of eyes were looking at me with a strange look, and the rest were looking at me with pitiful looks.

Before going inside, I heard that Mr. Mutia and Mr. Surya were discussing about me being angry with Aluna.

Is there anything wrong with reprimanding students who do not have ethics like that girl? Why was it so exaggerated that their gazes seemed to hate me? Can't he be reprimanded? Who was he, the office boy?

I struggled a long time with my mind. Until at one point it reminded me more of the words of Doni who said it was wrong to scold students.

The teacher room was suddenly quiet, when I entered earlier they were having a serious conversation. It must be because I came in.

In order to take their strange eyes off that I did not understand at all, I chose to go out of there towards the teacher's toilet.

"Sir Juna," call Iren to stop my steps. He came from the opposite direction, seemingly towards the teacher's room, as indeed it had just been the break bell ringing.

"Yes, Mom?" I stopped until the woman stood in front of me.

"Yesterday's father was angry with Aluna, huh?" ask Iren to the point. Well, discussed again. What if there are students who are not polite and clearly antipathy as the teacher can be reprimanded?

"Y-yes, Mom, but I made it a reason. The boy was indeed disrespectful and clearly did not appreciate me," I said martial arts. I'm just trying to explain yesterday's situation to the truth.

"Yes, sir, his son is spoiled and stubborn. But my advice, no need to be digubris, just let him want what in the classroom," continued Iren stepped, and took a place in the chair in the corridor where we stood.

I followed his steps and sat down. Keep making room between us. Besides for the sake of politeness, there is also no other thought than the one who sees.

"Do you think I was wrong? As educators, we cannot tolerate such a student's disrespect even if he's an important person's child."

"I agree, Sir. I'm upset about that girl, too, but yeah, what else. All the senior teachers had already warned me not to look for trouble with the girl. So, if I teach in their class and he acts as he pleases, then I am just fine, assume he is not there. Just imagine, sir, he even spit in front of me, just to insult me," said Iren looking sad.

I'm getting less and less sorry about milking that trouble maker girl. If others are afraid, then I will give up on the girl.

"Worthy, all the teachers in the teacher room looked at me with a dislike look. So, they were angry because I reprimanded even expelling that line from inside the classroom?"

"Yes, sir, and do you know, he didn't come in today. Ever since you told me to come out yesterday, he went straight home, and again without permission."

***

After school, I got a call from Sakti, Opa Jer's assistant. I asked to come tonight with my mom.

With a lazy step I met my mother in the stall who was busy weighing the sugar, and put into clear plastic with a dose of about half a kilo, and a quarter.

"Mom" called me to sit on the rice still in the sack.

"What?" without turning her head she replied, her hands were so skillful at weighing the sugar and packing it. I am proud of my humble mother. Fighting for my own sake to raise me. Well, will my sentimental feelings come again. The point is I love mom.

"Want me to help, Mom?"

"No need!" sambar Mama with a voice of nyablak, typical if again talking with me. "Mom knows there's something you want to say. What'sthat?"

"Next night we go come to propose to the rich man's son."

Instantly the mother drops back the freshly packed sugar in clear plastic, returning it to the sack where the sugar came from.

"Where are you going?" I asked frowning to see mother rise up and immediately step away leaving me confused.

"You shampooed. You take care of the shop, I'm going next door, to Oneng's salon for a second!"

***

I saw my mother's enthusiasm when she entered the courtyard of the mansion. Not a house, rather what mansion europe.

NMax motor that I just took from my showroom parking right near the security guard post and leave it to the security guard on duty.

My steps stopped for a moment, looking at the luxurious house. There is a desire to retreat.

"Mom, should we go home?"