My son, not my son

Chapter 49. Nawal Escape

The extreme pain due to the slow standing is not a reason for Nawal not to think about the mother. The kindly teacher gave Nawal additional punishment for not answering his question about his delay today.

The teacher lost his mind to ask again. There are various ways to do it but none of them can make Nawal's lips talk. He growled at the silence of his special intelligent disciple.

Instead of his anger, he prefers to increase the duration of Nawal's establishment.

However, not yet finished his sentence, Nawal immediately ran very fast, leaving the class. A class that seems like hell to him now. It feels like waiting for free time. He felt wasted time without him knowing how his mother was doing.

"Where are you going?" ask the teacher with a scream. Makes the class shocked. Because they are busy with their duties. So they did not realize what happened to Nawal and their teacher.

Suddenly, they all looked forward simultaneously. Trying to figure out what's going on. But they did not know what was going on between Nawal and the teacher. All they know for sure is that right now, this,

Nawal was not in the position he was standing in. They are all confused too.

"What's up, sir?"

"Where to begin, sir?"

"Mother is okay?"

"So Nawal here and....."

Such was the attention of the little students.

Finding a silent response from the teacher, they also kept quiet. Don't know what to do.

"Cock on the cocks? Hurry after!" ask and tell the teacher in succession.

"I mean, sir?" ask one of them. Trying to vent. Looking at the expression on the teacher's face, many students were frightened.

"Pursue the Nawal!" tell the teacher again with glaring eyes. The teacher had not realized who he was dealing with now.

"Cursue where, sir?" ask the student again.

"Yes where's the cake. There, there, out. Ahhh, a lot of questions," she said. He assumes that he is talking to an adult who will help him find Nawal's whereabouts.

"We.." murmured the teacher.

As soon as he regained consciousness, he had ordered the wrong people to find Nawal.

"Pardon father. I thought you were sa-sa-satpam" said the teacher nervously.

Realizing his negligence and inconsistency, the teacher endured the embarrassment. Feeling caught by the students themselves when they make a mistake. Although it was only a trivial matter, but the teacher felt very embarrassed.

Huuuu

The whole class came back boisterous. They cheered at the teacher.

"Shut up!" he snapped while crashing the table. The teacher tried to cover up his embarrassment by shouting. He tried to shake off the shame and hoped he could.

The silent class returned.

"Please excuse me for a moment" said the teacher. Then he took a step out of the class.

"Then what about our duties, sir? I'm done?" ask a student in a loud voice. I hope the teacher turns back and accepts the outcome of their work.

This class is different from the others. Will be more excited if there is a task, training and PR. It would be more uninspired if it was just a holiday, no teacher. They love to learn and learn.

The teacher ignored the student's voice and quickly stepped out of the class. His back disappeared behind the door. The kids were disappointed in him too.

While Nawal is out there, just outside the classroom, running like someone who is chased by people with mental disorders. Fortunately, he was on his side. The school security wasn't in his post. Makes Nawal easy out through the gate.

Nawal got out of the school smoothly, with no one to scold him, with no one to stand in his way.

"Mama," inner. His heart and mind today are only with his mother.

"Silent mom. Awa will be here soon. I'll see my mom soon. We solve everything together, "his mind with a strong determination.