Different preparations
The corridor of the school was empty and silent. No one and nothing disturbed it’s almost solemn silence. Sometimes a few voices could be heard from the classes, but it was not disturbing,it was similar to the nice noises of a forest, natural and self-evident. From the many noises - which was similar to the distant humming of a twisted bee swarm - slowly raised a different kind of sound. If someone would be there they would know already that this discrete knocking came from a shoe. To the shoe - which was old fashioned and featureless - belonged to an also old styled woman too, her face evoked long-dead nuns. She went toward the teacher’s room with determined steps. Knocked, also determinedly. But she didn’t wait for the answer, but entered the room. She looked around, but only our alizarin red haired friend sat there. The rest of the teachers were in their class, except Mr Tadaomi who disappeared somewhere. The newly arrived woman looked at Mr Madson.‘Good morning sir. Can you tell me where Mr Woralberg is?’
Vic looked at the woman, curiously. Checked her face very thoroughly and found her nose very funny. He was so busy imagining that he would twist this irritating nose until it broke from her face that he missed the other’s question.
But she didn’t give up that easily. ‘Sorry MR.. What name did you say?’ The imaginary nose stayed in Vics hand.
Nevertheless, he still didn’t answer
‘I am Martha. Martha Redford.’
‘W-what..? M-Martha..?’
‘ I thought you are Japanese and don’t speak English’ said Martha in a slightly offended voice.
‘English is a quite easy language..’ stuttered Vic confusedly.
‘REALLY? So you don’t like our language? Which is the language not only of George Wasinghton, but it’s the most accepted language worldwide.’
‘I didn’t say a word that I don't like.’ Said Vic who was scared a bit already. ‘I only said that it’s a relatively simple language.’
‘Aha. Then certainly you understood my - likewise relatively simple - question.’
‘I-i think so.. ‘ he didn’t dare to say that he could not hear the question.
‘Good. then would you make the effort to answer ?’
‘I would’ thought Vic ‘if I knew what the question was.’
‘I'm sorry Mrs Redford’ he said with a bowed head and in a guilty voice which immediately touched Martha’s heart. ‘I didn’t hear your question.’
‘Oh it’s okay Mr…’
‘Madson.. Vic.. Victor Karuma Madson’
Martha was impressed by the young man’s style.
‘Nice to meet you Mr.. Kar.. may I ask which is your family name? They say in Japan it’s different.’
‘It’s different and--’ He was unable to continue. As it happened to him several times - especially if he talked with women - he lost his words. But Mrs Redford was on the side of Vic already with her full heart.
‘I think I will call you Victor if you don’t mind.’ She showed her bright 32 teeth to the poor Japanese teacher with a wide smile.
‘Then.. only Vic.. Vic.’
‘Okay Vict.. Vic. So please could you tell me where I can find Mr Woralberg?’
‘I-i don’t know where he is.. He has a class as far as i know.’
‘And when will his class end?’
‘S-soon I suppose.’
‘I will wait for him in this case.’
‘Please, as you want Mrs Redford.’
‘You can call me MARTHA’ she announced with bright eyes.
‘As you like Mrs R.. Martha.’
As this conversation took place, the door opened. Monsieur Woralberg entered.
‘Well, well, well.. How interesting conversation happens in my absence.’
‘Hello Hans.. sorry for disturbing you.. Can we talk a bit?’
Hans frowned. ‘Let’s see. I think I have a bit of time.’
‘Great!’ She followed Hans to the other room but didn't miss to send a warm smile to the shy Japanese.
*
‘So Hans. ‘ - started Mrs Redford - ‘I think you already know why I am here.’
She looked at Hans with a provocative look.
‘No, I am not sure at all. Maybe I am wrong.’
Martha’s look became a little cloudy.
‘Interesting, Hans. I believe we talked about this already on the phone.’
‘It’s not that as I exactly remember it.’
Martha sighted. She didn’t know if she enjoyed Hans Woralberg's circumstantial style or if it annoyed her. ‘Then I will repeat it.’ said her after a short pause.’
‘I will be enhanced.’ said “Monsieur” Woralberg in his frenchy-way arrogant voice.
‘Phew.. okay.. It’s about the special school party.’
‘There will be a party? It’s sooo weird..’
Martha sighted again. She must. ‘Yes Hans, even if it's so surprising for you, there will be a party which both of us have planned for weeks ago.’
‘Oh yay,.. You talked about THE PARTY.. I remember now of course. What about it?’
Martha didn’t lose her patience. ‘When will it be held?’
‘As long as my designer artist is done with the costumes ,we can place the time.’
‘You didn’t say that you made a contract with a designer. I thought in a Waldorf school the teachers, students and parents' cooperation will solve these problems.’
‘Yes, that’s it! This is why I gave my trust to one of the brightest stars of our school !’
Martha’s face became a bit red. ‘You don’t want to say that Viivi should do it?? Is this serious??’
‘Until now I didn’t mention anyone’s name.. But anyways.. Who else could be?’ Hans slightly raised his voice.
‘Well, maybe you are right. However I hope that she will not repeat the style of last year’s collection’s for the Christmas party.’
‘Come on, it was not that incredibly terrible..Really true that Santa’s dress is usually not the almost direct copy of Spiderman, but we can accept that I suppose. It’s a young spirited school.’
‘As you want Hans..’ Martha was definitely offended. ‘Then thanks for this nice conversation. The rest of the details I will send in email.’
‘It will be a pleasure to read, Dear Martha.’
**
‘One,Two,Commando!! Let’s go!! Let's go!!’
‘This is out of his mind..’ whispered Mayca to Dan’s ear ‘We will die on this class for sure’
‘Yay.yay’ whispered Dan too. ‘This is the end pal, the end I say.’
‘NO WHISPERING!’ Mr Karasuma shouting ‘voice’ struck them like a katana. ‘Commmandooo, Go on!! Go on!!’
They run to the wall bars from the gym cabinets,climb on it, jump from it, then run back again and start the whole meaningless process. At least the children felt it like that, and from their own viewpoint it was true also.
Attila during the - for him - unusual effort, the Hungarian boy, suddenly stumbled and accidentally pushed Bella up.
She fell with a large crash.
There was one 1 second, a scary one when everything stopped like in Sleeping Beauty tale.
Then it overed.
‘WHAAAAT WAS THIS???’ Karasuma sensei’s shouting would wake up the real sleeping beauty too.
‘I..I..’ Attila, who was a man of words at other times, couldn’t speak. But it was not necessary either. Bella, who otherwise was known as a quite lazy and silent girl, took a fast revenge. She pushed back the surprised boy, who also fell down. She put her foot on him and laughed.
It didn’t make Mr Karasuma feel better, he didn’t blame Bella, but Attila.
‘How it can happen?? You are a man, for the sake of heaven! How on earth could this happen to you?? A female defeats you? What a sissy boy you are??’
‘With you it never could happen Sir?’ asked Pistha in an even tempered voice.
‘Stupid! Of course never! No way that a woman can remove me from my position if I don’t want to!’ Karasuma was very confident. But, after a second all has changed.
Suddenly, as a crazy thunder came from the silent sky, something struck down to the proud ‘teacher’. It was like fate, irresistible and indefensible. It happened in the fragment of a second. The children haven’t seen anything, only a blonde flash, then in the next moment Karasuma layed on the floor and an attractive, tall woman stood there, she put her feet on Karasuma.
Karasuma looked up. He looked at the woman’s face. His eyes changed. First he could not speak. Then finally his lips started to move.
‘Y-y-yerina?’
Only this he could say. But this one he said a few times more.
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