Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 8



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EP 1 – Cause of death

“sorry. I do not know.”

The parents of the six children who were unable to catch Ma Ki-hoon in high school came to Saebit Spring Orphanage.

But Director Moon Chung-jae just shakes his head and sighs.

“In fact, even if a resident suddenly disappears like this, there is no way for us to find him.”

“Does that make sense?! now!”

“sorry.”

“driving me crazy···! Are you hiding the perpetrator of the assault now? Aren’t you guys taking our tax money and running it?! But is it okay to do this?!”

“I’m really sorry.”

The director of the orphanage repeatedly answered that he did not know where Ki-hoon Ma was, and the parents were suspicious of the director and asked for a long time to give him up immediately.

Well, looking at the circumstances, it is not at all strange to suspect that the director is hiding Ma Ki-hoon.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t hold the orphanage director captive. Parents brought out the most effective method of intimidation in modern society.

“Do you think you can get away with something like this?! My friend is a lawyer! lawyer! “Let’s do it according to the law!”

But in my view, it was a futile effort.

Well… if you look at it according to the law…

Because what the director said was true.

Normally, orphanages cannot find children who run away from home.

To be precise, you don’t have to look for it.

Children who leave the orphanage before reaching the age of majority are called ‘children who have lost their care’, and the reasons for this include returning to their original home, transfer (move to the orphanage), foster care, and adoption.

And children who run away from home or go missing are ‘others.’

Even if a daycare student suddenly disappears from the daycare center, it will only be processed as ‘other’ reasons on paper.

No one is looking for the child, and the daycare center is not even required to report the child missing.

That’s the law.

If the world works like that and one orphan decides to hide, how can they find it?

It takes a daycare teacher who loves children, a police officer with a strong sense of duty, and a daycare director who is willing to spare money and time to find the child at all costs to find even one runaway.

Magi Hoon knew that.

Fortunately, I was able to find out about Magi-hoon’s destination through rumors secretly circulating among the students around that time.

“I heard they are indebted to the gang in the building next to the billiards hall…”

“A runaway family? “Aren’t they really dangerous kids?”

“Seongjun, the head of the farm there, was also close with Kihoon hyung in the past. It’s probably safe. And the director seems to know a little bit. Because this has happened a few times in the past. “If the director properly handles things, he will come back…”

Only then was I able to let go of the worry that Ma Ki-hoon was ruining his situation because of me.

And because the students also kept their mouths shut about this issue, the parents were unable to find Ma Ki-hoon.

Now all I have to do is get through it.

* * *

“Is this the app?”

“yes…”

The homeroom teacher served instant coffee to the parents who filled the school reception room.

Six parents were either sitting on the sofa in the elementary school’s reception room or standing behind it.

On the other side, of course, were me and my caregiver, Bang Jeong-ah.

The parents, who searched mountains and fields, high schools and daycare centers in search of Ma Ki-hoon, finally came to the elementary school I attend.

At first, I didn’t know why I came.

Did you come to apologize to me?

It turned out that it was quite the opposite.

“I heard you were beaten by our kids?”

“yes.”

“Do you have any proof?”

“yes?”

“Without any evidence, did you tell the teacher and tell the gangsters at your orphanage to beat up the kids?”

“Me?”

“If you lie like that, you will later become a mean person like your brother.”

iced coffee. I see Only then did I understand why this place was created.

The parents who were unable to catch Magi Hoon wanted to completely eliminate their children’s history of school violence by saying they were chickens instead of pheasants.

By making me out to be a liar.

Among the six parents, there were some who seemed a little uncomfortable about this situation, but the parent in front of me seemed to have been offended and was forcing me to apologize.

“If you apologize for lying, I’ll make it up to you like it never happened.”

It was such a common line that I felt like I was the tragic protagonist in a drama.

According to the cliché, he would probably get up and say he couldn’t apologize here.

– I’m the one who needs to hear the apology!

But the daycare teacher next to me will catch me.

And they will press your head and force you to apologize.

He will also apologize. My child did something wrong.

– sorry! My child did something wrong!

Then I’ll go back to the daycare with a grumpy face and argue.

Why on earth did you force me to apologize?

Isn’t this wrong?

– I hate you, teacher!

Then, rather than explaining lamely, the teacher

I will quietly shed tears and hug my child.

– Sorry···! I’m sorry teacher! Sorry adults!

And N years later. The student confesses to the teacher that he is now an adult…

– You can’t do this…! I am a teacher and you…

* * *

“Aren’t you going to apologize?”

“ah.”

The drama in my head is over. There are times when it is difficult to control my creativity, as if it is an occupational disease.

anyway.

In front of me is a statement of remorse, and behind it are six parents who want me to make a false apology.

Fortunately, I was not an immature child. He was an adult who knew that life would be easier if he obeyed unreasonable power.

“under···! Even after this, you still don’t apologize? “You’re going to be in really big trouble!”

“Oh, yes. I need to apologize. “I apologize right away.”

I picked up a pen and slowly wrote my reflection out loud.

“I told the teacher that my friends were bullying me even though they didn’t hit me in the solar plexus and call me a heartless bastard. And the kids never dragged me to the playground and beat me up. sorry. end.”

The living room suddenly became quiet.

The six parents, the homeroom teacher, and my childcare teacher, Bang Jeong-ah, were silent as if they didn’t know what to say.

I left the place without any hesitation.

“Phew… this incident was mutually regrettable. The reflection paper was written without any problems, so I hope we don’t have to deal with something like this next time. “Okay then.”

There is something called non-verbal expression. Even though I thought about it, there was no feeling of apology in my voice. Although it wasn’t too harsh.

I just calmly finished speaking and got up.

Of course it would be uncomfortable. But what can you do? Are you going to catch me again and make me apologize? A forced apology without justification?

The only way to protect each other’s pride is to just leave it at that and move on. I believed that there would be that much common sense out there.

My expectations were betrayed.

“this···! “What kind of speech habit is this?”

“honey···!”

The parent who had been leading the charge and forcing me to apologize couldn’t overcome his anger and jumped up.

The person next to him, who appeared to be his spouse, tried to stop him, but the parent just pointed at him with a red face.

“That’s an apple! Putting someone else’s child in this situation! uh?!”

“Calm down, parents…!”

“Let go of this! You, you bastard, can’t get home education without a mother! “You cheap bastard!”

The parents seem so angry that they cannot speak while maintaining proper sentence structure.

So I didn’t feel particularly bad. The fact that I made that person angry means that I manipulated that person’s emotions.

Why would I be angry at the person in the palm of my hand?

“hey!”

But that parent changed the target.

My trembling childcare teacher, Bang Jeong-ah, was the victim.

“Are you his guardian? “How did you educate the child so that he looks like that!”

“That, that, that…”

“I apologize on your behalf. “Please apologize on my behalf!”

The parent who was shouting loudly picked up the cup of mixed coffee that the homeroom teacher had handed out earlier.

I flinched for a moment because I thought I was spraying hot coffee on it, but luckily it seemed like I had finished it.

However, he crumpled up the empty paper cup and threw it at Bang Jeong-ah.

The crumpled paper cup bounced off Bang Jeong-ah’s head.

A few drops of coffee remaining in the cup splashed on Bang Jeong-ah’s face.

“······”

At that moment, I recalled several memories I had about my childcare teacher, Bang Jeong-ah.

Childcare instructor Bang Jeong-ah. 25 years old. High school graduate.

Due to financial difficulties, I failed to enter university and got a job right away.

I teach math to children, and I always smile and speak respectfully during class.

– Inseop. You know it’s a secret from other kids, right?

Teacher Bang Jeong-ah always bought me manuscript paper.

It’s not an expensive item, but in a daycare center where everything given to children must be equal, buying something for just one child is a big scolding.

Of course, you don’t know if he gave gifts to other children individually, whispering, ‘You know it’s a secret from your friends, right?’

But I remember the joy I felt every time I received a manuscript from her when I was young.

I also remember saying that I wanted to go to an art high school, and then being scolded and asked what kind of prediction I had for my subject.

I also remember Bang Jeong-ah crying because she couldn’t send it because of money.

Bang Jeong-ah was that kind of person.

That person was hit on the head by a crumpled paper cup right in front of me.

Even then, my face turned white and I kept shaking my head, wondering why I was so scared. Well, 25 is an age where you are an adult but not an adult. I know now.

“ha···”

I held my homeroom teacher’s leftover coffee in my hand. After blowing it, it was lukewarm.

Fortunately, the coffee next to me is still steaming.

I picked it up and sprayed it on.

Wow – !