I was walking towards the school gate and accidentally my eyes saw one of my students, Yoza, he was standing there alone, because I was worried I approached him and asked why he was still here. It turned out he was still waiting for his mother to pick him up.

Suddenly a woman with a tomboyish style and short black hair got off the motorbike and suddenly Yoza's face became cheerful.

"You must be Yoza's mother? He has been waiting for you here, ma'am."

I said in a polite tone and smiled.