Part-2
The children became vocal when they saw the teacher.
"Good Morning"
"hey. Ashikke Sir came, hey"
Zulfi, a friend, told Aashiq, who was sitting on the back bench and planting his mouth to nature.
"Oh My God"
Ashiq straightened up
The teacher stood in front of the board so that the children could face everyone. He looked at the students and gave them a small smile.
"hey
is like this, that sir, but not the first to come and growl."
Jabir, who was close to Zulfi, hit the comment.
"I know, Sarah, who taught me ninth grade."
Everyone at this school loves him. "
Zulfi replied. "Oh."
"No, where did you study nine?" Zulfi asked.
"I was at school in town. I just got home here and joined here."
"Isn't everyone happy?"
The teacher asked with a slow smile.
"Yes sir".
The children replied in unison.
"" What do you think?
"Let's take it sir"
Salim sir began to attend.
"Everyone pay attention. Your roll number will be based on what i call your name today. From tomorrow you will have to say the number on that basis".
The teacher ordered.
"Ok ,sir"
Jabir Zulfi made the same comment again.
"Oh I heard ....." Didn't you say this once?
"That's a taste though". . How do you do that?! Zulfi
Jabir asked
"Hey no no, what ??..". Nothing at all "
hey. Aashiq is just like us. "
Zulfi pointed to Jabir and told Aashiq.
"That's it". Aashiq asked.
"No, I will not study," Zulfi replied.
"Oh Best Cool".
"I am Ashiq and he is Zulfikar. We have been in the same class together for three years." Aashiq introduced himself by shaking hands with Jabir.
I am Jabir. Alone. For many years, "said Jabir.
"Oh funny" Aashiq said in a mocking manner.
The teacher called everyone by name and wrote about the attendance ....
Suddenly
"Sir." !!!!
A loud noise from the door of the classroom. Everyone looked at it. A dead child comes and stands in front of the class, his clothes covered with mud and his whole body bathed in mud.
"Sir"
*(to be continued)*