The Revenge of the Actor
Bouquet of Pink Color Snack
A series of art shows have been performed on stage. Starting from drama, choir, poetry to speech all use English. TK students of the small zero and big zero classes seemed so enthusiastic when the MC asked them to go on stage. The sound of laughter interspersed with light chatter continues to echo in the theater room which is able to accommodate approximately 700 people.
"We'll meet Xena after this. I'm sure, he must be very happy because it turns out you were among the hundreds of spectators present watching his greatness," sean whispered as he and Clarissa were waiting for the invited guests to come out of the theater room. The handsome man and the secretary were still sitting sweetly in the audience seat, deliberately letting the guardian parents of the students first step before the two human beings followed.
Clarissa's water face has changed. He smiled again after pouring out the feeling felt on Sean's shoulders. Faithfully, the man sitting next to her listened to the sound of sobs choking from her lips without interrupting at all. The man gave his favorite handkerchief to remove the remaining tears that were still in the corner of the eye.
"Good, Master! Especially after we give this to Miss Xena. She must have jumped up in excitement like a rabbit child" Clarissa replied as she lifted the bouquet of pink snacks into the air.
Before going to school, Clarissa apparently asked Sean to buy a gift package for Xena as a form of appreciation because the little girl appeared confident in front of everyone. All pink, the favorite color of young Miss Anderson.
Sean said, "Yeah! You're right." He spreads his gaze around. The theater room had begun to empty and the invited guests had already left the room. The man got up from the chair, then tidied up the suit he was wearing while saying, "We're leaving now! Don't let Xena get out of the room first. I don't want him to be the chick who lost his mother."
Clarissa answered briefly. "okay! Come, Master!"
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Just like the other guardian parents, Sean and Clarissa were standing in front of the entrance of the school lobby. They are waiting for a favorite child who today looks stunning when on stage. There is a sense of pride and pride in the heart when watching how great the baby when displaying his greatness in front of everyone.
Stand faithfully until the one who is waiting is present. Sean and Clarissa occasionally chat to get rid of the boredom that comes to say hello. Until a pair of hazel eyes staring at the figure of a little girl laughing happily with her school friends.
"Dam!" exclaim Sean. Waving his hands into the air, signaling his son to come closer.
Hearing such a familiar voice, Xena turned to the source of the voice. The happy glower was clearly visible on his face when he saw his beloved daddy standing before him. Beautiful clear eyeballs blinked several times when he realized Clarissa was still faithful to be on the side of the daddy.
"You see, Audrey! That's my Daddy. Now you believe I'm not lying. The one who lied was Charlotte, not me" Xena said in self-defense. Don't want to be considered a liar by his classmates.
Audrey nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, right! You're not a liar, Xena. Charlotte's the bad one! He's jealous because his friends and teachers like you."
"Come, Audrey, I'll introduce you to Daddy and Auntie!" bring Xena.
Audrey nodded her head in response. Walking hand in hand toward Sean and Clarissa. Incidentally, Charlotte's parents were still inside the theater room so that Xena's close friends could get acquainted with the sole heir of Anderson Group.
Sean put a big smile on his face. The man's hand extended forward, rubbing Xena's head crest lovingly. "Daddy promised you'd come when you perform today. So, how could Daddy break a promise and make you sad." The man glanced to the left, where Clarissa stood. "In fact, Daddy invited Aunt Clarissa to come here to see how great you and your friends are."
Clarissa gave me a big smile. "Miss Xena should have believed that Mr. Sean must have watched Miss's show today. Mr. Sean is a trustworthy man. Isn't that right, Mister?"
The long words that came out of Clarissa's ranum lips managed to make Sean's heart flowery. In plain sight, he was flattered in such a way by a beautiful woman.
Sean breaks down the hug. The man squatted to align his height with Xena. "Truely said Aunt Clarissa. Daddy asked, has he ever lied to you? If so, tell me when and in what case?"
Xena turned her head up while tapping her index finger on the cheek. The little girl seemed to be recalling whether Sean had ever lied to her or not. "No! Daddy never lied to me once. Daddy always keeps his word when he promises me."
Xena turned her gaze towards Clarissa who had been holding a bouquet of pink snacks. Hazel's eyes stared at the package of snacks strung together into one and then given a matching color ribbon with a longing gaze. However, he did not dare to ask a stranger even though next to him it was the secretary of the father.
Xena's eyes were caught by Clarissa's eyes. Then, the woman said, "Miss Xena wants this? This snack bouquet was deliberately bought for Miss Aunt, as a form of appreciation for trying hard to give an attractive appearance to the entire audience."
"Really?" ask Xena enthusiastically. The pair of beautiful eyes blinked so many times that it made Clarissa feel anxious.
Clarissa offered the bouquet and said, "Get it! All of these snacks belong to Miss Xena. Miss is free to eat everything at the same time. Aunty had already asked Mr. Sean for permission and was granted permission by him. So, Miss Xena can eat the whole thing."
Xena jumped up in excitement with both hands in the air. "Yeah! Yeah! I can eat this snack everything!" yell that little girl. Then, he extended his hand forward to receive the bouquet with great joy. "Thank you very much, Aunt Clarissa."
Xena's fingers pulled the end of the worn span skirt, gesturing for Clarissa to bend over. "I love you, Aunt Clarissa." A loving kiss the girl gave on the secretary's cheek of the daddy when their height was level.
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