I'm with you, Mr. Teacher

Prologues

A window?

Sandalwoods. After advancing 20 steps according to the command written on the piece of paper that he looked back at, he, now the girl with the sky blue name is in front of the window in a room on the second floor of her house overlooking the security guard post. He should have gone to sleep had he not found the first piece of paper under his blanket, which read a brief command asking him to come out of the room and walk to the left 15 steps away. That was how it was at first, before he found the second, third piece of paper, until it arrived in front of this window.

Now what? Jump up? The clear brown-eyed girl tucked her hair behind her ears while smiling flatly.

The mastermind behind this game is less professional. Sandalwood turned around, intending to return to the room. Thinking the game he thought would end with a special surprise was just this, making his thin face suddenly moody. But had not had time to complete his steps in two, he found another piece of paper on the floor. As the hope returned clumped, he picked it up excitedly. Once again he slipped his dangling hair behind his ear before starting to read the message in the paper that looked longer than before.

I'm sorry that I'm less skilled at masterminding this kind of game. I see it in movies a lot, and I think it would be fun. In fact calculating the distance of steps in each room in this house accurately is not easy. So don't be surprised if you stand by the window and think I'm gonna tell you to jump. Okay, before the game gets crisp, hurry to the back garden. I waited for you. No need to count how many steps, because I also did not have time to count them.

The writing on the paper was covered with a circle image resembling a face that was sticking out the tongue. Sandalwood pocketed it and then ran a little towards the back garden.

Sandalwood was greeted with a series of blue and silver balloons upon arrival in the back garden. There is a kind of archway fenced in a stretch of blue ribbon patterned with white patches. The dark blue carpet stretches out to a small table on which is a tart cake decorated with the number 17 candle. Not wrong anymore. It's a surprise birthday as expected. But the culprit still hasn't shown up. While walking up to the table earlier, Cendana secretly prayed that her parents were behind all this.

Upon arrival at the side of the table, Sandalwood again found a piece of paper right next to the cake whose wax figure was further eroded.

Sit down sweet.

Sandalwood circulated his gaze before sitting down as ordered. While securing the position, Cendana still continues to pray, may both parents behind all this.

Sandalwood's eyes glazed over as Cakka sang verse by verse the song of his own creation, which he did prepare for today.

Thank you, Lord, this is enough.

Although again Cendana must be disappointed because both parents ignore his birthday, but treated as special by the sister enough to make the girl lover of blue color happy. He had been too presumptuous to expect this surprise from his parents. In fact, this special day is nothing compared to their busy life out there.

"Happy birthday, prettiest brother."

Cendana got up and hugged the czech third-grade Junior High. "Thank you, Adek was blown away."

"Sister dear sister."

"So, I love Cakka too."

Sandalwood tightened his hold, instead of killing disappointment after again not getting special attention from his parents on this special day.

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