The Handsome English Teacher From Manchester

The Pub

Yordan will be his next destination before America .

It was long before America banned tourist with middle east names .

After going Hajj and did some more businesses there were a few states he would visit .

Trade and business ways seem to most people as road to richness..and it really is .

They who really dream and fight maybe achieve a top line in their class with struggle and so so .

AbdulMalik began his small trade by bringing and taking goods each year he pilgrims .He took goods from mid east then sold them with higher profit in lndonesia and vice versa ,taking goods from lndonesia to mid east which having much higher price ..at first stage he could cover all the ticket fee to go and fro abroad then when the trade ran well he got higher and higher benefits so from time to time he saved money till he was able to build a factory.He was proud each time telling Fin how he reached that level become a factory owner .

" I did try several kinds of business..buying second hand cars, had them repaired and painted then sold them "

" Did you get good profit from them ? "

"Yeah ...so ..beside getting benefits, l can also change cars ...hahah.. people think l have many cars ...'

" Then you stopped selling and buying cars ? "

" Ya ..l got that batik factory then some shops ...at the Matahari mall l just get two shops for bookstore and batik "

Fin knew that AbdulMalik also got school and radio station.

That was one main attraction for her, beside that ,not only his success or money but there were other points that she liked in him .He was 53 ,stocky and with dark complexion ...

She had confusion in mind ..ones always have to face choices ..

Her elder sister introduced him one day .A good man ,she said , successful,rich ,but childless..that's why he wanted to remarry ...

They talked about many things ..books , politics, culture, religion, history..and it's important to be like that,man should be broadminded, having several interests..so the talk can be interesting..

He was a very busy man and maybe tends to workoholic ..

" If we marry..l can give you pleasure but maybe not happiness"

Maybe he meant,he can fulfill her with pleasure,going out for good resto , shopping,house , but being a busy man ..maybe he will not have enough time for her ..

" Beside that , l'm an old man.."

He said huskily .

From early 19 to 20 century English have been always important language as it is international language.It is good for business at language courses field .

Therefore English course is everywhere,not all qualified but still people try to learn all the way .

Fin remember that her dad told her that key to improve learning foreign language is just keep on practicing..

So she make friends through international penpals.Using English made her trying to improve her skill cause she forced herself to understand what other said , and telling tings to be understood as well, and for that she looked up dictionary or asking directly to the person who wrote it in their letters. So she collected some ads of international penpals .

She only needed to send a smiling face photograph that time to some agents..

A few weeks later she received quite many letters from America mostly and some other from Europe, middle east , Japan and China.

It was nice to get friends from all over the world.

She got bunch of letters with unique stories in them ..phew ! She was surprised..there come letters from jails to! Well they who were in prison surely needs time to kill and contact the people from outside world ...they felt lonely of course..

Fin always replied all the letters..

Here they were..

Handsome melancholic one from ltaly ...

Then a 14 year lrish boy who started his paragraph by writing," maybe l' m too young for you but I hope you don't mind having me as your friend " then he put a dollar inside the envelope " this bill may help you to get the stamp to reply this letter from me "

Wow, this young boy look so educated and polite ..Fin responded, " Thanks for the bill ,that's very kind of you ..but hey , common ,we are friends..you don't have to do it ..."

Here some others ..

Among them , there were serious ones ..they who want more than just penpals..

Fin can estimate their seriousness by having their words and regular letter sent by them ..

Glenn Grayson letters

Hello there beautiful.. how are you doing?

Thank you for your nice picture..l fell in love with it instantly ..radiant eyes and smile and bright complexion ...you look nice and intelligent and pretty ,if l may add.

Here are some pictures of mine ...my house ,my car .. from now on l will send you pictures of rooms at my house ..this one is the living room where l watch tv...

So tell me more about yourself...

Yours always

Glenn Grayson

Hi Glenn

So please to read your letter thanks for those nice positive comment about myself.l see you at the same way .

You are nice and educated person .l like your letter .

Well about myself ,I m the youngest in my family.l work as a freelance teacher at secondary school ,l like the job even the pay is so low .l know lm not at the comfort zone so l will try to do things to improve my life ..

It's nice to know that you got good post as an engineer...

As ever your friend ,

Finara Hers

The Pub

Bitter days of a teenage in England

What ideas ones can relate to England? Manchester united..

Prince Charles.. Shakespeare..Mr Bean..Roger Moore ..Simon on American x factor tv show ..Jack the ripper .. that notorious legend of serial killer .. Charles Dickens..mm a good writer from early 19 century who was weeping anytime he wrote his novels as he was born in poverty area.. working as labour at a mine when he was only a little boy..

You see Quinn Elizabeth and all the royal family..

England..Great Britain all the luxury..but it's the elites .there will always be poverty everywhere in fact ,slums ,cheap pubs..drunkards .. prostitutes..and all those who labouring at factories and got shift working hours and come home late at night ..seems to be nocturnal..

Look at the ones in that poverty ..who try to forget the boring days at pubs and nightclubs..those alcohol seems to be the best way out ..

Timothy Evander was one of them ..

He was a bright boy at his school.

Tall and handsome.

He was 16 .

It was since years ago that miserable thing happened and happen again .

Late at night his drunk dad called him ..with his red eyes asking things and whenever he disliked the answer he came near to beat him ..

His mom just watching there ,wept but nothing she could and would do..

Beating the little boy in his regular coming from pubs ....drinking and gambling,did not care what happened to his own flesh and blood who felt the physical pain all over his body ..scare to death each time he lift his hand to beat him..again again and again ..

Why he was born in this world?

Why they raise him from the day his mom deliver him as baby ?

If he was only made them unhappy ,and considered him as only a burden in the house ,why they just killed him ?

Death would be better for Tim too..

If he tried to say it ..

" It's hurt ! Just kill me !! Kill me !! "

Instead of stopping his cruelty, he would beat him harder and harder..

Tim really hated his dad.Just stop feeding me ,he said to himself ..

How could he go on his living ..?

Each morning he went to school , silent and losing confident but he had to do it ..doing all the assignments was a piece of cake for him as he comprehended all the lesson easily but he felt no energy left to live ...

When he was alone Tim often cried without reason ..and no strength even only to lift a pillow.

He was skinnier as he lost appetite ..seeing Tim at his worst condition,anyway ,the drunkard daddy worried and started to feel pity ..

So one day he asked his melancholic son to see a psychiatrist.

The drunkard daddy sat waiting while Tim went to the doctor room .

The doctor asked him these questions..

"Do you like sport ..?

" Do you enjoy seeing your class mates...?"

And so so ..

Tim only nodded or bowed in silence..

Nothing he really wanted to say or do ..

Tim was 16 when he began his first little adventure.Every boys go for pubs to meet girls .

He sat in one corner and looked around.His eyes caught a view of a pretty girl with short hair .He gain his confidence to approach then stood there with a thin smile before saying hi and tried to make a talk..but unexpectedly all he heard was a cold respond

" Sorry l'm busy "

What a night ! He wanted a death at that moment..did not know whether he could have another idea to do another try after the failure and miserable effort..

He needed a few weeks to forget the unpleasant experience at the pub before gaining the courage to try again .

It was his third sips of drink when he saw someone coming from the crowd where people danced in the weak pub light .

Here she was .A stunning face of a

mature female of her thirties. She got wavy long hair and nice shape ..and waw...that combination type look of European white and black ..what a sensual woman she was...

Well she smiled and aggressively sat so near to him . A short talk began ,an adult talk of an experienced woman who invited Tim to come to her apartment in a relax tone ,the thrilling and pleasant invitation which she delivered through her smoke of her cigarette.

Tim left the pub with her .It was his first experience seeing a bed of a woman and thinking of the idea that they will be there together soon at some dreamy moments..

It was finished..he got his first beating fast heart experience..some moments passed when they still were under the blanket when there was knock on the door .

" Shhhhh" whispered the woman.

While putting her fingers on his lips she continued ," it is my husband"

Tim shuddered. Fear was the dominant feeling that time .

How come ? That woman intended to put him in such crucial situation?

What if her husband come ? Will he kill him ?

Did he have to jump to the window

And escape through the road no matter what ?

He froze and shook ..sweat run all over ..

Then he heard the woman laughed...she kept on laughing,pat his shoulder and said something

"It was my brother "

Tim shut his mouth in shock...