The woman then serve us a tea as all of us sit on the floor. Well it's not that dirty at least as there's a carpet on where I sat down right now, so everything is quite fine. But why does she's making a tea? Never mind, I am here to talk anyways so it should be alright.
"So what about this teacher stuff that my son is telling me about?" The woman ask me about that.
It seems I was right, this woman was this kid mother. It's only natural for her to be asking me about this issue, as who wouldn't be curious when someone told that I'm going to be someone else teacher.
"Oh! About that, I actually came here to talk about this matter. Because I do need your consent and your-" But before I could even said the words that I wanted to say next, the kid mother interrupted me.
