Gintasen

The Day I Become A Teacher

Dear father,

I'm an unemployed good-for-nothing of a son, that's why I want to tell you through this letter that I want to become a

Thinking it's too absurd to continue further, he stops and throws the crumpled paper into the trash bin. The silver-haired man decides to ignore it and just waits for what's in store for his future. "Hey, isn't this supposed to be a first person and not a third? Why are you narrating what I'm supposed to be narrating?" the silver-haired man said, pointing his fingers at me (the author). 

G: Can you stop? Ah! And why are you writing what I'm saying here!?

Z: You're not going to exist if I'm not going to write what you are saying in this story.

G: Let's exchange places, Zura. I'm the main character here.

Z: Okay. It's not Zura, it's Zurafuro!

I clear my throat for a moment and head to my subordinates to hang out with them. When I enter the room, all of them bow down before me as I walk at the centre with full composure. When I notice that they're being formal again, I bump my fist in each of their heads to knock some sense into them. They apologized soon after. My mother peeks behind the door, wearing a worried look on her face. 

She heads to father's office quarters and discuss her worries about me. "What will be of our son if he continues to be unemployed. Surely he's the heir of this mafia, but still, wouldn't it be much more better if he at least have a job to work on? I'm just worried about him." she said. "I know he's the heir of this organization, but truly you're on point. Perhaps it's time for him to give a knock into his senses and work, so that he may learn what's going on beyond this house." he said firmly as he drops his cigar on the ash tray.

 "Thank you for understanding." she replied. Father rings the bell, and our maid comes hastily to his quarters. "What do you require, Master Toki?" she said. "Bring Gin here. I want to have a word with him." he commanded. "Yes." she replied and leaves the room. The maid arrives to my quarters to fetch me. "Your father requires your presence, young master." she said as she bows her head down out of reverence. I head down to his quarters.

Father hears the sliding sound of the door. "You're here, my son." he said. "I'm here. I heard you seek my presence?" I replied. Father is the eccentric head of the family. No one ever spoke to him except for business matters, my mother and I. Other mafia organizations pay great respect to him. To be honest, he's an old man but still living like not of his age. 

"In this day of your age..." he paused, as he picks up the water sprinkler, and water his bonsai plant. The silence last shortly, but the intensity of the atmosphere within this room slowly increases. Father clears his throat and continues from where he was from. "In this day of your age, I think it's time for you to be employed." he said with his eyes strictly locked to mines. He turns around and continues to his deep conversation with me. "You're mother and I are worried-- No, being employed to a job will be a good opportunity for you to gain knowledge and experience that will be useful in this household." he said.

When I hear him talking to me about searching a job, it struck my chest like lightning. I don't know if I'm hearing wrong, but I feel that it's the first time I hear him talking about something like that towards me. And now- now that I've learned his decision, there's no need to write a letter to him nor verbally tell what I urge for in my life. However, it doesn't change the fact that he has that strict and eccentric personality. That personality of his, I can never change that.

"Until you find a decent job, you're not going to step one foot in this house. Am I making myself clear?" he said. "You're joking right?" I thought to myself. Dumbfounded and stupefied, I just agreed to what he have commanded me so. This confusion constantly builds in my mind, that I find his decision to be too illogical. Our conversation has ended and I leave the room.