Jeon Appa
Mother Day

Ahra school has been filled with a variety of beautiful flower decorations, ranging from the entrance to the entrance of the event hall, where later there will be a flower delivery session for each mother of the disciples. The event is the most awaited and has become the highlight of the event every year.

South Korea, School.

Ahra was seen walking back and forth, back and forth in front of the hall, looking very agitated waiting for someone, she said, until then he was tired and chose to squat in a place not far from the side of the door of the event until a teacher who had noticed him had come over.

The teacher crouched down in front of ahra, matching his position.

"You here?. Waiting for your mother, huh?" asked someone so softly, a pretty female teacher with her ponytailed hair and well-groomed, a white shirt wrapped in her slim body and her peach-colored skirt looks very suitable with her white skin. Tipekal a really charming young teacher.

Ahra shook his head weakly, making the teacher twitch his forehead. "Your mother's not coming?" the teacher asked again, quite surprised.

Nope. Not his mother who will come, of course because even ahra does not know who his mother is, how could ahra wait for his arrival, and what ahra is waiting for is the father, not the mother who does not know who he is. "No, Saem." said Ahra who was confused to answer what.

"Don't your mother come?. Your mom's busy, isn't she?" asked the teacher to try to guess but it actually made Ahra even more discouraged, if the reality is like that maybe it will be at least better, then, actually, it has been sad since ahra to see some of his friends who join with his mother, hoping he could be like his friends.

A while later the viewpoint of ahra caught the figure he had been waiting for so much since, his once sad gaze now changed, making him excited again to be seen from the look of his eyes that began to sparkle.

"Gee!" call ahra.

yes Jeon had come after asking permission to work half a day just to attend an event that was quite important to his daughter.

Ahra ran towards Jeon and Jeon captured and held her beloved daughter so happily. "Waiting long?" jeon asked, then ahra shook her head.

"So who came was your father?. Ahra has been waiting for you since." replied someone who approached the two children and this father represents ahra, who else if not the teacher who had been paying attention to ahra.

Jeon then glanced at ahra. "Excuse me for making you wait." Unfortunately, really Jeon has been stuck in traffic because many events held when mother's day like today make some roads so filled with many people.

"No appa.. Ahra was glad that Appa had come." said ahra to make Jeon feel anxious.

The teacher also smiled to see the sweet behavior of both father and son. "Are you busy? Until you have to attend this event. Master Jeon?" ask teacher ahra to call politely according to the name of the clan ahra listed on the uniform of the child.

Jeon paused for a moment to think of the exact answer to what he was going to say now, glimpsed at ahra and guessed what his daughter felt like upon hearing this question, it was possible that ahra was hurt, it was possible, or even feel sad now. Eventually Jeon cleared his throat. "sorry. Ahra Saem, ahra has no parents other than me" Jeon explained very briefly, but has been able to explain everything to make the ahra teacher aware instantly, instantly, realizing that Jeon's intention was that ahra had no mother.

Teacher ahra turned perfectly round, feeling guilty and anxious considering his words a moment ago could have hurt the feeling of ahra. "Oh my God, Mr. Jeon.. Forgive me for not knowing. Maybe also ahra felt sad for what I said a moment ago to her.. Forgive Saem's ignorance." The teacher immediately posted an apology, showing his guilt.

Ahra and Jeon looked at each other with their eyes at this caring teacher, even feeling guilty about a little thing that he himself did not know before. Pretty well---that's the first assessment of Jeon.

"Well, let me take you to find a comfortable seat, as my apology." instead the beautiful teacher offered kindly and kindly. Jeon simply nodded, then followed the teacher's footsteps.

The event went so well, the school Jeon chose for ahra was the place where he went to school, he wanted to share old memories with his little daughter, just like the years Jeon was in school, even this school presents the exact same event as it used to be, it's just that with the differences of many people who have been replaced, there are only one or two teachers who are still separated and even look very old in the eyes of Jeon, they should have retired and sat sweetly at home, he said, Jeon would bet they could not recognize Jeon at all, or even not remember Jeon.

To the extent that the flowers were given to the mothers, Jeon had to come on stage, replacing the mother figure for ahra. It was quite surprising to some people but Jeon did not care about it. Jeon likes to be different from the others, as it used to be when this school event was held every year Jeon's father never even once came just to attend let alone replace his mother's position, her father had never been that noble to her, whom Jeon remembered could only sit until the show was over, and the flowers he held could only end up in the trash. How sad.

But today was so different from that day, today he had ahra who would give him flowers, who loved him so much, Jeon had never even thought of this before. How she would be able to celebrate mother's day without a mother. But Jeon can, he's celebrating with ahra now.

Jeon saw the line of disciples starting to align themselves with the parents, where in the line ahra was, then they stood facing the parents with hands ready to contain white roses.

"Appa, saronghae.." cried ahra following the other disciples who also said the same thing to their mother, then handed the flowers they held. Jeon received it well, then stroked her daughter's head so gently.

"Nado.." Jeon almost cried back, I don't know how he felt.

Until then the students back in the down to return to sit to their seats, as before, then followed by their parents as well, namely a series of mothers, as before, only Jeon was present as a father.

Faintly walking back to his seat Jeon heard the mothers talking about him. Ria gossip.

"It's lucky that ahra's mother, his wife is so lucky!"

"God created it so well."

"i'm sure, ahra's mother must have been incredibly beautiful as well."

"Huh.. Why is he present in the event of mother's day, is his wife very busy!"

"Surely they were a harmonious family, his wife was lucky to have such an understanding husband as master Jeon, I became envious!"

While Jeon just walked so casually and his eyes could not be seen ahra who smiled towards him. Not caring about mothers who are gossiping and just looking from their perspective without knowing what is really happening. Which even Jeon had never married and had a wife, what kind of luck they said was futile. Jeon never intended to marry.

"Kajja we go home now." take Jeon to Ahra.

Ahra nodded and we then took her backpack which she placed next to her seat.

Jeon and Ahra walked back past the series of mothers who were still looking at him with admiration because of Jeon's good looks were above average but already had a child, a black tie, a light blue shirt, black suits and pants are so very fitting in Jeon's body portion, it is unfortunate that he should be able to become an actor and get the number of coffers which is certainly not small and which will always appear every day in the air of television drama beloved of the mothers. It's really unfortunate.

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Arriving inside the house, Jeon saw Ahra busy taking out a brown box decorated with white ribbons from a backpack that had been completely ruffled by the boy impatiently. Making Jeon frown in wonder, because before ahra did not bring it.

"What's that?" ask Jeon

Ahra opened it. "Brown.. From Han Saem." ahra explained.

"Your teacher? Which one?" jeon asked again, recalling some of the ahra teachers he had seen earlier.

"That was in front of the appa hall." replied ahra again, Jeon immediately remembered a female teacher who was quite beautiful according to him.

Given how his kind demeanor and concern for ahra made Jeon a little curious. "Is he very nice to you?"

Ahra nodded. "Han Saem is the best, he's really good to all the students."

Ah.. Jeon understood now.

"Truly?, didn't you ever say you were the best?" jeon asked as if he was invincible including with the ahra teacher.

Looking over, who was better, ahra certainly difficult to choose, making Jeon smile amused when he saw his daughter in confusion until finally. "Yes, after appa. Han Saem is the best."

"Smart princess appa this." said Jeon proudly and damaged ahra's head with anxiety.

Can't choose between your father or your teacher.

"What if Saem becomes ahra's mother?" ahra's words suddenly made Jeon's hand movements in ahra's head stop.

"You really like your teacher, don't you?" ask Jeon. His smile could not be separated or faded even a little on Jeon's face he always felt enthusiastic when talking to his daughter.

Ahra nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. Very like!" his reply loudly made Jeon even more silent and washed away in his own mind. This daughter was so innocent as to say what she wanted so easily, ahra wanted to have a mother and it seemed like ahra wished her mother figure could be as good as her teacher, or if it could be the teacher who became his mother, yes roughly like that.

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