chapter 7

Bedegraine's POV

"Mommy, where are you going?" That was the immediate question that came to my mind when I came down the stairs. I only wore my uniform when I was in high school, after all, I was also going to a school. I'm also carrying my bag with a Dora design. For now, I will play Dora first.

"At school," I happily answer.

"You're going back to school?" I nodded.

"Let's go to the dining room, maybe we'll be waiting there," I said then I also touched his arm then we went up to the dining room together.

They all looked at us as we entered the door. The rest of you fell apart when they saw us.

"What are you wearing?" Dawson asked as I sat in the chair.

"Uniform," I answered shortly and began to put food on my plate.

"Seriously? Are you going back to kindergarten or perhaps you are the other version of Dora?" I blinked. He thought maybe I didn't understand that. "Stop rolling your eyes, young lady," he said seriously so everyone looked at me.

"Hmm?" I asked them.

"Ma'am, don't be so upset, he might pull out your eyes." I winced at the whisper of brother Julius.

"That's bad, ah? I'm not doing anything ---"

"Ehem ..." I stopped talking when Mr. sneezed. Dawson. I raised an eyebrow here. "One more thing, with that hair ..." He pointed at my hair. "Be formal, okay? Why are you wearing two buns in your head? That is an adult school and not some school for cosplay!" His voice rose a little more. It was just rubbed on his forehead.

I sigh. "Edi magbibi ---" I was stunned when I met its sharp eyes. "I'll dress brother Julius, okay?" I continue to look at brother Julius at the same time. I have nothing to escape from. Maybe I'll still have punishment when he's the one I talk to.

"M-ma'am, hehehe ... That's right ma'am, m-just get dressed. N-you look like a child, hehehe," he said so I laughed softly too.

"Tsk, take that bag away and change it with a handbag. Wear a formal attire, and change that hairstyle. It's irritating." I saw his ear turn red as he averted his eyes from me.

"Daddy, mommy is cute with that hairstyle," Clyden replied while munching on the food.

I smiled at Clyden. "Really?" He nodded. Oh, you see? Children do not lie.

"Baby, your mom is an adult, okay? Don't let her embarrass herself in front of everyone at school," he told his son while looking at me. "Don't make fun of yourself." He just looked serious and drank his coffee.

I was blown away. "Daddy, look. Mommy looks cuter," Clyden said happily and pointed at me so I glanced at Mr. Dawson. He smiled but I knew I was the only one who noticed then.

"Do you need a hairstylist?" Question it once think in time.

"No," I replied with a shake.

"Sure?" I nodded.

"Can I do her hair ma'am? I'll be the one to fix it" Raiven replied to me while he was munching on the big pandesal.

"Really? Do you know?" He nodded so I shrugged.

"It's up to you, I can just have a ponytail. I won't go far," I said. I really don't want to change my hair style. That's so beautiful.

"Just ma'am, you must be beautiful there. I'll put color on your face." My eyes got bigger.

"K-color?" I stuttered the question. It smiled once nod. "D-don't, why are you coloring my face? Maybe I'll look like a clown there. What color are you going to use? Kiddie crayons?" Everyone fell silent when I said those words. They all looked at each other except for Clyden who hadn't yet reaped what I mean.

"H-ha?" Raiven asked.

"P-po?" I glanced at older brother Julius when he said that.

"M-ma'am ..." Marcy said.

"A-what?"

"Why? Don't you want to make a coloring book of my face? What coloring are you going to use? Kiddie crayons? Your water color?" They stared at each other again so I was just stunned.

"Pfft!" Almost all of them refrained from laughing at what the 'king said. I scratched my neck so hard when everyone laughed.

"Ma'am, I mean make up. Not crayons, not water color, not poster paint." I nodded when he said that.

I was embarrassed to laugh. "Hehehe, is that so? I thought it was something. Hehehe." Their faces looked different so my forehead furrowed. Are they already laughing?

"The school won't allow make ups," replied Mr. Dawson and glanced at me.

"Ah, it's just powder, sister."

"Oh yes, ma'am. You don't need to wear makeup either. You're beautiful and a little bit of makeup will make you even more beautiful. I'll be the one to choose what you wear to class." I smiled when Raiven said those compliments to me.

"Yes, ma'am. You're beautiful," replied Marcy's sister.

"Right ..."

"Steps!"

"Hehehe, thank you." I finished my meal first then I also got up and immediately went up to our room. The housemates followed me.

I sat down in the chair and Raiven started to fix me and my sister Marcy even helped him. They also chose my clothes. Fortunately, it's too early. My class is said to be at eight and so is Clyden. It was still a long way before eight o'clock.

"There it is, ma'am," Raiven promised me with a smile. I looked up at the salami. There I saw my face. It was simple but my beauty came out even more. It curled my hair a little more. This followed the ponytail I said.

"This is also your dress, ma'am." I turned to Sister Marcy who was holding the dress. It was a pair of blouses and a blazer, they also had black pants and a high waist. It's like I'm going to work now.

"Isn't the dress too formal?" I asked while pointing to the dress.

"That's right, ma'am. Isn't the school you're going to private?" Ah, that's it. But it looks like I'm still the one who's going to work on it.

"Oh, go ahead. I'm going to get dressed, just wait for me outside." They hid once outside my room. Sister Marcy left the dress on the bed so I went there and immediately put it on. I even wore it with heeled shoes. Almost everything I wore was iron except for my white blouse.

I came out of the room carrying the handbag we bought there at the mall. It is also black in color so I feel like I will be delivered to my relative's funeral.

"Oh, proud!" Raiven was still shouting when I met him at the bottom of the stairs.

"You're going to work?" I turned my attention to the source of that voice. I knew it.

I really look like I have a job. "You need sunglasses?" I stared at it. I just confronted my sister Marcy.

"I'll trade," I promised here. I was about to take off the blazer I was wearing when I heard him speak again.

"No, don't change your clothes. You look good." It grinned at me once away. I just followed it with my gaze until it disappeared from my sight.

"Ehem ..."

"Ehem ... Ehem ... Ehem ..."

"My throat hurts, ehem ..."

"My throat is itchy." It was a cough so I winced. Does it really need to be simultaneous?

"Are you okay?" My poor question. It's a cough. I don't know, I'm crazy about these people. Why are they still my roommates?

"Mommy!" Clyden yelled at me once he hugged my leg. Where did this child come from?

Sometimes I wonder if this child is really five years old. It's a little bit because eh. It looks like it's only three years old.

"Mommy, looks good. Look, we are the same," he said with a smile so I thought about it. Do I really look like a man to look like Clyden? After all, our faces are almost the same. I don't know if I'm the only one who noticed or the people here as well.

"Let's go," said Mr. Dawson so I almost jumped in panic. Son of a fat man, oh, why is this man like that?

"You haven't ---" I quickly covered my mouth so they all frowned while Mr. Dawson looked at me seriously.

"What did I tell you?" I quickly bowed in front of it.

"I'm sorry, Master! I'm sorry!" I just repeatedly bowed in front of it.

"Mom, you're overacting. Daddy may have rules but you can break it if you want." We turned our gaze to Clyden.

I quickly touched older brother Julius who was also standing by my side.

I whispered here. "Brother, what did you say?" That’s just too weak for everyone to hear.

It also whispered back. "Ma'am, it's so bery, bery easy. You can break the boss's face." My eyes widened. G-he wants me to break his daddy's face?

Is this really his son? Is this child just a grandchild?

"H-ha? I'm going to break his face?" It smiled broadly once nodded. "Are you sure? Maybe if I break my face, I'll break my face." He smiled broadly. Obviously someone thought well based on the expression it displayed.

"I know, ma'am. After you break his face, just break yours for fun, hehehe."

"Shutang-ines, what continent are you from?"

"Ah ... Me? I came from the bathroom earlier. The land is calling me, hehehe," I just rubbed my forehead. I want to die now. The titino of those I talk to.

"Don't do that, I'm crazy about you. Hok-hak!" I immediately took my eyes off it and then turned to Clyden again.

"Come on Clyden, let's go to school." I grabbed his hand and started running out of the house.

"Mommy, why are we running?" It asked when we got outside. Fortunately, I did not faint. I'm still wearing heels.

"Tsk! You're not responsible enough to do the job of a mother. I bet you won't be as good as I expected you would be," Mr. Dawson in my countenance once towed Clyden's hand aboard the car. I feel like I was slapped by the word irresponsible from Mr. Dawson.

Of course, I am irresponsible. I don't know how to be a good mother, but I will try to be acceptable.

I just sighed once in Mr.'s car. Dawson. This is supposed to be our car now. Mr. and I are in the middle. Dawson was Clyden, and older brother Julius was driving quietly.

I just peeked out the window and breathed in the fresh air.

Earlier we were quiet here until we stopped at the big building. This is supposed to be Clyden's school.

"I'm here, mommy," Clyden said so I opened the car door and helped it out.

"Do you want me to take you?"

"N-no, don't worry, mom. I can handle myself ..." It shook.

"Are you sure? I can accompany you inside so I know you're safe there" I smiled here.

"I-It's okay, mommy. I'm a big boy." His smile was wide so I just smiled too. I closed the car door again.

Mr. and I are the only two. Dawson is left here inside except for older brother Julius who is serious about his driving. It felt different when Clyden was here than it felt like we were the only ones left inside.

"So, have you remember what I told you?" I glanced at it when I heard it speak. I also saw the glance of older brother Julius and someone pressed it so the one in front of us closed.

My older brother Julius disappeared from my sight when it closed, I don't know what it was called. I don't have a car to know that. I'm sure Mr. Dawson calls it but I have no intention of asking because I am nervous.

"Ah? ..." He frowned.

"Rule number two, hmm?" Rule number two? Ah, of course. You forbid me to speak Tagalog.

"Yeah ..." I answered calmly. I have already asked my brother Julius for tips on what I should answer to Mr. Dawson whenever it asks me. Yes or no, I can also answer differently.

"One rule violation, one hard punishment," he said while looking at me so I glanced at it again.

"Yeah? ..."

"So, what do you want for punishment?"

"Y-yeah?"

"I'm serious."

"Yeah?"

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Yeah?"

"What?"

"Yeah?"

My two eyes could clearly see how dark its aura was.

"Are you making me angry?" Its voice rose so I was confined.

"Y-yeah?" I stuttered promise.

"Bedegrain! You son of a monkey. I'm seriously talking to you!" Son of a monkey? If in Tagalog it is the son of a monkey?

Eh? Do I really look like a monkey? I am not a man. My parents are not monkeys either.

"You! Stop packing english me! I'm not son of a monkey! You son of a tilapia!" I shout back here too. I don't have English anymore. I'm angry with him, if he can be the son of a monkey. You don't look like a monkey.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You? What the hell talking to you? You keep angry me! I hit you! I bery, bery hit you!" I frowned at the same promise.

"I'm not joking, speak properly. Are you a kid? You're not a kid anymore, okay? Stop playing around," was his cold response. Hello, is he angry? What is my fault?

"I'm not a kid because I am Bedegraine. My name is Bedegraine and not kid!" I shout here.

"Damn! Bedegraine, you're really out of your mind!"

"Probably! I really don't have anything on my mind! I'm here in front of you and talking to you! If I were to enter my mind, you wouldn't be talking to me now, you idiot!" I could no longer restrain myself from shaking. I also have difficulty speaking English. My grammars are still wrong.

I heard its deep sigh. "Fine, I will let you off this time. This is the very last time," he said seriously with every word he uttered.

"Hmp! I don't know about you," I stared at it while leaning back in my chair. The car stopped so I looked out the window and there I saw the huge gate.

The gate in the mansion is even bigger but the gate of this school is not losing either. With its size it just lacks to reach the tree near the gate.

"Is this the school?" I turned my gaze to Mr. Dawson.

It is only formally sitting as a woman while your hands are resting on the thigh.

"What do you think?" I can’t help but be amazed at what I see now. The size of the school.

I opened the door and I immediately went out there. The eyes of the students as well as the teachers of the school met me. I heard mixed whispers and whatnot. It's really hard to be a first timer.

I was just looking at the big gate. It was open and there were two more guards on duty. I have the opinion of the people now. They also wore promal, some wore only shorts and a t-shirt.

The school is nice. I hope the behavior of the people here is also good.

I heard the car door open so I immediately turned around. I also noticed that people's feelings were strengthened when they saw Mr. Dawson.

It leaned over me with its hands in my pockets. She is still wearing sunglasses so it looks even more beautiful. I can't deny that either.

"He's handsome!"

"Of course."

"She's her boyfriend."

"Is that a school teacher?"

"The beautiful woman, the tall one. She looks like a model kid."

I glanced at Mr. Dawson to check its reaction to the rumors but it was just calm.

"So, are you comfortable with this school?" I turned here. It removed his sunglasses so I stared intently at him in conjunction with the loud drum coming from my chest. Women's weak tendencies also go hand in hand.

Eh? What's that? The strength of the drum.

"Ehem ..." I blinked when I heard its fake cough. It was only then that I realized that I had been staring at him for a long time.

"Ah ... O-okay ... But ..."

I walked again. My foot hurts. Why am I wearing heels? The height of its heel.

I saw a group of students so I slowly approached there. When I got closer they looked like an erupting volcano. They quickly separated so my forehead furrowed.

What is their problem?

"Can I ask a question?" I smiled at the question.

"S-sure, ma'am ..." The man answered and quickly hid his cellphone. What did he think of me? Holdupper?

"Where can I find the English class here?" My poor question. He quickly told me the way so I got there quickly. Of course, he accompanied me.

We stopped near the classroom. "Thank you so much," I smiled gratefully.

"It's nothing, ma'am." Why does this man always call me ma'am?

I immediately said goodbye to it once I walked into the classroom. Even before I entered I could already see the students one by one as they ran back to their seats. When I entered, all the people fell silent.

I can't help but knit my forehead. What happened? Why did they keep quiet.

I hurried inside. "GOOD MORNING, MA'AM!" My eyes widened as they simultaneously greeted me.

Shutang-ines, do I really look like a teacher?

"A-what?" I stuttered the question.

"Good morning?"

"Do I really look like a teacher? You hok-hak, I'm also a student here." They looked at each other.

"Ah ... G-is that so? We thought you were our teacher," replied the tall man at the far end.

"Jusmi, I just don't know about you. I'm crazy about you eh ..." I shook my head and immediately walked away.

"Graine!"

When I heard my name called, I immediately looked at the source.

"S-Sandy?" I asked with a frown while pointing at it.

"Yes! This is Sandy your baby!" Eh? He doesn't look like a baby.

"Why are you here?"

"Probably, to study. You're here, did I ask?" He stared at me so I stared at it too.

"This school is so expensive, it's a miracle that you came? Look at what you're wearing. It's obviously branded. Where did it come from? What's your job? Suddenly you get rich?" I laughed softly.

"Secret! Hehehe, you'll know that too," I said laughing.

It tapped the chair on its side so I sat there. Suddenly I felt a touch so I turned there.

"GRAINE ?!" It shouted so loudly that I covered my ears.

Who is this person?

"Who are you again? Shall we meet?" It acts as if it hurts. Come on, this woman is really crazy.

Feeling close sister. Shutang-ines, all of a sudden just talking.

"You're serious about me, ah?" Eh? Hello, this woman is really crazy.

"Who are you?"

"It's me! Noreen!" Noreen? Who is Noreen? Which Noreen? Your neighbor Geraldine's bald husband? You look like Hulk Hogan's face? Which Noreen dumped her husband? His wife even slipped through their window with the force of his throwing there. I still remember that incident.

Eh? Noring is the name nun eh. Who is that Noreen?

"Who are you again?" I still ask.

"Noreen! Noreen Crisha Pementel!" Wait, why is this woman always screaming?

"Noreen Crisha Pementel?" That?

"Yes! That girl got hit by a basketball when I talked to you!"

"Ah ... It's you? I forgot. You're the one called Miss Bola." He nodded.

"It's me! I only had long hair then!" The strength of the voice. The microphone swallowed it.

"I'll ask you, does your mom like the microphone while she's making you pregnant?" He nodded. "Ah, that's why, hehehe." That's why the noise.

"You asked, look at the shape of his face. It really looks like a microphone," Sandy replied calmly so I just laughed softly.

"You! Looks like butite!" Noreen shouted at him.

"Because your face looks like a Pepsi bottle!" Sandy's reward here.

"Eh, you look like sitting down!"

"You look like you've been scaffolded on the nose plate!" The gay man shouted and wrote it down.

"And at least it's beautiful! You, it looks like a bottle of white flowers under you! Dyutay!"

"Ah! You! It looks like a wall! Plat nose! Plat ass! Plat chest! PLAAATTTTT!"

"You look like a gorilla!"

"Mama you gorilla!"

"Look at your friend, Graine, that hurts," Noreen told me tearfully.

"Why, I don't know about you. I didn't tell you to fight," I replied weakly.

Suddenly someone entered the classroom so we all fell silent. This is supposed to be our teacher. Curse the former.

It walked quietly while carrying the folders. He dropped it on the table so everyone was surprised except me. Take this chalk and have it written on the blackboard. We were just silent as we looked at what it wrote on the blackboard.

"Okaayyyyy! My name is Lamuerte with a 'ue' ... Candid with a 'd' ... Abellaneda with a 'neda'. Now! Say mah nameeeee!" Its promise is strict.

I turned around to refocus my eyes on the blackboard.

"Lamuerte with a 'ue' ... Candid with a 'd' ... Abellaneda with a 'neda' ..." He raised an eyebrow as we imitated his voice.

"Agaaaaaaiiiiiinnnn! My name is Lamuerte Candid Abellaneda!"

"Lamuerte Candid Abellaneda!" We have a weak promise.

It nodded and picked up your stick on the table. It had already started walking in front of us. The peg looks like our math teacher!

"In this room, we have some rules! No tagalog! No tagalog! No tagalog!"

I noticed someone raise their hand so we looked there.

"Yes, Mister ... Mister ... Mister Whoever you are, I don't care. You may speak ..."

"Ma'am, I thought it was rules? Eh, it's just another one." The teacher raised an eyebrow when the man asked that.

"How many more did I say 'yung no tagalog?"

"P-third," was his polite reply.

"Oh, the third time ... That's Edi rules!" Eh?

"The intellect," the gay man said and the sarcasm was obvious.

"Do you have any more questions?" Its voice was loud and almost His voice echoed around us.

Noreen raised her hand so we turned our gaze there to her.

"Yes?"

"Ma'am, how is Johnny?" This question once pointed to a man. That's Johnny.

"Oh? What's wrong with him?"

"Eh, what's the matter, ma'am. Johnny's full name is Tagalog. Are we going to let him go?" Hala ka gago! Of course. What a pity for him.

"Shonga! That's a last name!" Gays are disobedient so people laugh here.

"Ah ... Is it a last name? Eh, it's also in Tagalog."

"You know, you really are a gorilla. Just shut up! Maybe you'll change his last name to English," the gay man said shaking his head. We turned to Ma'am.

"Eberionnnnneeee! Please kindly introduce yourselves in fronttttttt! Nowa na! Gora! Dapat in english ah!" Why do people cry passionately today?

The students began to introduce themselves until they came to us. Second to the last because I am. Sandy is your latest.

I got up and adjusted my clothes. I also adjusted my ponytail. The teacher looked at me and seemed to be head to toe with me.

"Are you a model?" The teacher asked me.

What?

"No, I'm not a model. I'm Graine," I replied so her forehead frowned.

"You're grinning? Are you a pornstar?"

"HA ?!" Everyone's question. What? Pornstar? What's that?

"No, introduce yourself." I walked quickly towards the center. I can still feel the caress of the sight on my back.

When I meet people they are just quiet. "G-good morning. I'm B-Bed ..."

"You want bed? I told you so. You're a pornstar!" Ma'am replied while teaching me. The people were covered in foreheads.

Is this really a teacher?

"Ehem ... I'm Bedegraine Avionica Sarmiento," I introduce them with a smile.

"Hang gandaaaaa!"

"It's shocking, I'm losing it."

"The tangkadddd!"

"Why is it nice?"

"I like you na! I like you!" Saad pa ni ma'am.

What? He wants me?

"S-sorry, ma'am. I don't hit other women, hehehe." I noticed the masculinity of my classmates ’eyes.

"It would be nice, stupid ..." I heard the teacher whisper so I frowned. Am I a fool? What did I do?

"Yes?" It shook so I just walked back to my seat. Gay followed.

When everyone had finished introducing themselves, everyone was quiet. We waited for the class to start.

"Okay, so ... As a teacher, I must teach my students a moral lesson. We will start from the very beginning up to the end. Let's begin with the letters."

"Hala, we were made kids. We already know the letters," Sandy whispered softly. I nodded. Ulyanin na ata ang guro na 'to.

It was written on the blackboard in words. "Okkkkkkeeeeeeeyyyyy! Eberionnnnneeee! Reeeeeeaaaaaddd thiiiiiiissssss!" Do you really have to be that long?

"Annihilation!" We read what is written. I don't even know what that means but I know how to read.

It is easy to read but difficult to use in sentences.

"What annihilation ?! It's an.na.hi.la.tiyon! Annahilatiyon!" Our classmates looked at each other. Even I wonder if this teacher is really right.

"A-anna ... H-hila ... Tiyon," we hesitantly promised. I'm not stupid for not knowing how to read that.

"Give goooooooooddddddd! Next!"

"Humane!" We read there. It shook. Wait, is this really the case?

"What humane ?! It's Hu.Ma.Ni ... Humani!" Some want to laugh at what the teacher said. I also want to laugh but I just suppress that.

"Ma'am ..." A woman near the door of the room called.

"What?"

"Ma'am, that is seriously read as humane. It is read as humane and not humane. Humane is and adjective. Marked by compassion, sympathy, or consideration for others," he said so everyone was amazed. He's fine, why did he come here? He may want to improve. We're going to be stupid here.

Our teacher is drunk. Even words he had forgotten how to mention or read.

"You're the good one, why don't you just teach here. I'm there in your place and you're here!" Ma'am shouted here so the woman sat down at the same time.

"La, why are you here?"

We all turned to that beautiful voice. We saw the young woman carrying a handbag and papers. It is beautiful and tall. Its face is very fresh. Her hair is long and her skin is also white.

"Hija!" Ma'am calls here. Men in white came and quickly grabbed our teacher's arm.

Hala ka, anyare?

The two men took our teacher and the beautiful woman took her place.

"I'm really sorry for the troubles. That's my grandmother and she was taken to the house of the aged. It's really embarrassing, I'm so sorry," she weakly apologized to us. I know many are fascinated by the beauty of this teacher.

"Are you our teacher?" He smiled then nodded.

"It's me. I'm so sorry for what my grandmother did. She even wrote on the blackboard." I nodded as I looked at it.

That's why what we were taught was wrong. My prediction is correct, let him go.

That's why that old man looks like a mental runaway.

Dawson's POV

"The sales are too low. The design department aren't aware of what they're doing. The designs are too common, too old fashioned and same design as last year. Where's the change?" I seriously asked while standing in front of all the people here on the meeting.

No one even dares to talk or to complain. I can feel how my head ached when everyone is too silent.

"What?"

"S-sir, we worked overtime for the designs. As far as I kn ---"

"What the hell with that reason ?!" My voice echoed around the conference room. I threw the designs away.

"S-sir ..."

"Many clients have been complaining about the defected products. Should we change the manufacturer? You all know who's assigned for that. Do I have to mention you right now?" I glanced to the group I was referring to.

"Sir, the products ... We already rev ---"

"How about this shoes? As a top company shouldn't you be ashamed?"

"Sir ..."

"I DON'T NEED YOUR DAMN EXPLANATION!" My phone suddenly rang. I took it out from my pocket and I directly answered the call. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU NEED ?! I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A DAMN MEETING RIGHT NOT AND YOU'RE INTERFERING US!" I can't stop myself from shouting over the phone. I can see how my employees widen there eyes.

“(D-dude, just chill out!)” I frowned.

"Is that all you have to say? I'm turning this off. Stop distur ---"

"(Wait lang! Dude, I've got the informations of the investigation,)" he calmly replied. I glanced at my employees first. I put the phone on hold.

“Dismiss,” I seriously promise. I sat on my swivel chair and I lean my back for a moment before I continued my conversation with this moron. "Continue ..."

"(Okay, why do you have this information, anyway?)"

"Non of your business."

"(Woah! Dude, you're really cold.)"

"Shut up and proceed."

"(Wait, I'm going to have another meeting. I'll just send it to my secretary today.)"

"Tsk, such a disturbance," I said as I glanced at the wall clock.

I stood up and I held my coat hanging on my swivel chair. "(I'm sorry, dude. It's really hard when you're handsome ---)

"Get your ass out of my ear." I turned off the phone. I wear my sunglasses and I went to my office while my hand was on my pocket.

I bet this will be a very long day ...