The Teachers Notebook

"It has been 20 years since I visited this place.". Said by the guy as he start to remember some vivid memories of his past. What comes next is an image of how he was during younger age. A young six year old begging on the street, looking like a slave. He then closed his eyes and what comes next is a loud resounding noise of the citizens trying to shout for something else. Then what comes next is an image of different cities which he saw with his bare naked eyes. "What a life from someone like me". Each of his footsteps are slowly and slowly raising him from a different type of life. It was like a stairs that made him elevate mid air, trying to raise him from an old, dusky and uncleaned ground which perfectly describe his previous life. Then what appears next is an image of a very old fashioned school. A normal gate which allows the student to come and go and above it is name saying "Elementary school.". He then went on it like usual and though there is no one on it, he consider it as a holy place, a place perfect to be called as temple. A holy ground for a person like him. "Its Sunday, and there is no one here. Who knows that a place like this would somehow become a sanctuary for me. A serene and quite place. Calm enough to make me forget of what the world is.". He look around him and all he could do is a typical and casual form of a building called as classroom. His feet was dragged on the groundfloor and he remember his child age where in he is casually energetic that he would constantly run on its narrow path. It would take him 4 rounds of running in circles, enjoying his vivid childhood self. Then he saw the old flower garden where in he and his mates would often play doing boxing and judo. On it are lots of flower called santan, a red and little flower which originated on South Asia Pacific. Then he suddenly remember a slight image. His face went sour and he remember his sack of treasure being cracked up by a beautiful lady because of an accidently kiss. "That hurts, it made me went blank in a second. Never would I do that again. Come to think of it, how is she doing now.". He look for more walk and finally he saw an empty vacant opened room. There he find an empty sit that makes him more even comfortable. "I feel like a sage right now." He breathed in and breathed out. "More or less like a monk on a scared holy place filled with silence.". He closed his eyes and he tried to calm himself. "Silence is in the air.". When all of a sudden his phone ring. Rig rig rig rig. On its screen it says "Asshole wife.". He look infront of him and he could see 4 thousand square meter field surrounded with lots of hundred years old towering trees. So he took out his smart ring and he shut down his phone. Then he go for a sleep. Meanwhile not for from the school, his wife went abnormally raged. She look at her ring and it suddenly went dyed in red. Then she shouted like hell saying "that bastard is out again.". Her hair suddenly went up and her looks clearly states that it is on her final demonification form. On her front are thousand form of laundries, a rainbow of different colours. Then what comes next is a red eye of a dragon, clearly stating that it is prepare to go for war. Yet she choose to breath out of gas full of air, and she gave out a loud of sigh. She moved her hands and she one by one took the laundry and start to work on their house. Time passes by and the great good teacher woke up from his slumber. He saw a great scenery of an open field covered with the luminescence of the afternoon. He look above him and he saw that it is now afternoon, so he took his phone and wore his smart ring. Then he said "It is now difficult and different. Having a family of your own is a hassle. I have a woman now which is myself is having a great difficulty with. I hope she won't nag out of me for not doing my laundry". So he went up and move his foot back to their place called "HOME".