"No Inang, that classmate did it. I didn't like her."
"Well then, I sure need to talk to your teacher," said Inang, "she supposed not to treat you that way. She could have done better. There was no need to blame you since it was not your fault."
The next day, early in morning, my dad, Inang, and I went to the teacher's house. She lived not so far from our school. We were that early that even the teacher was still at home, about preparing herself to get ready to go to school.
The teacher was in a bit surprise seeing Inang, me and my dad arrived in front of her house.
"Good morning, Bu Guru", said Inang, my grandma.
"Good morning, Amboru", said the teacher, "I see that you are all here", looking at my dad, Inang, and myself.
"Yes," said Inang calmly, "I am coming here to kindly ask you to being patient teaching my grandchild. She is only a little girl."
I noticed that my teacher felt a bit uneasy. I was concern that I would be targeted at school again. I wished that we didn't come to my teacher's house that morning. What was she going to say and do once I was at school again away from my family?
At school, the teacher didn't say anything to me about that morning when Inang talked to her.
What the teacher did was telling us the students to not tell our parents what was happening at school; not reporting to our parents if something happened at school.
I feel like it was intended to me since I did tell my grandma what happened at school the other day.
