Jealous of Being Autumnous

Chapter 7's

Arriving home, the best resting place for me. Butwhat? Mother intercepted me outside. He was waiting for me at the door. I can feel this, the wrath of the mother will overflow, even the explosion shrinks the entire house even though it is only me and the mother. But you know the identity of a mother who often chattered very long until hot in the eardrum.

The eyes were round, and very gripping. He glanced at the man who was by my side very sharply, as if to pounce. I just bowed, silent while occasionally looking at the big brother. He crucified the mother, showing her honor to the older one. Raut mother is still not happy about it, until she said even mother would not look at her face.

"Who is he? Your boyfriend?" Ask mom full of firmness.

"No bun. He's just my upperclassman,"

"Turn like this, where have you been?"

"Learn with bun." I said and still trembling.

Mother also entered with a dull water face without inviting me to enter with her. Maybe he was angry at my behavior.

"This is all because of her selfish self!" Refuse me for Yoon Seon's behavior.

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Nah! Awake late. I went straight to the bathroom and took ablution. No mother is like this. Pretty fucked up morning for this time. Mother kept staring at me cynically and without talking as much as usual. Keep preparing breakfast, but this time it's different. I know, maybe because yesterday who came home late without notifying the mother first.

This time on the bus back. Our driver came home this week, because his father died. I need to be faster to get a comfortable seat. That's what I prefer to pick up a seat. It has to be on the window side, so I can get some inspiration for my work.

Being an exemplary child, for me it was really fun to have a class before there were friends who could just make a fuss in the room. I can express on a piece of paper. Mostly Dwi accompanied me. But where is he? Why haven't you come yet? Not as usual. I admit he's a timely boy, but where is he? Maybe a few more minutes. But after a long time, until many friends have come, the trunk of his nose has not yet been seen.

Cring... Cring...

Bell in! Where's she? Or did he not come? I was so nervous and my mind was just on him. Lesson hours 1, 2, and up to 3 are yet to come. Already, he didn't come today. I felt lonely this time.

"Excuse me, may I come in ma'am?" Surprised me.

"Why with the back of your hand?" That question rounded my eyes entirely, as well as me when I was his interlocutor.

"Hhhhhhhh... Quiet down!" One of them silenced his chatter.

"It's okay just yesterday..." Cut by hard questions.

"Yesterday why?"

"DWI!!!" The teacher is getting upset.

"I told you to sit down to listen to me explain! That's not where you tell stories!"

"Mianhae ma'am,"

"Who's your friend talking there?"

"Anu... Zahra ma'am,"

"Huh, what?!" I round my eyes again.

"Then you two go ahead now!"

"Lift one of your legs!"

"B... Good mom." We too are bowed.