HAPPY IS LIGHT

Prison of Love 3

Hanna dribbles her mini bike across the spacious courtyard of a stately house guided by a senior security officer trust the homeowner. A large rattan box sits sweetly on top of the bonnet holding the excess weight of the load.

Hanna walked down the long hallway to the kitchen after leaving her bike in front of the host car garage. Both hands held a woven basket handle filled with various bread for breakfast. It looks like a "Lecker Bread" print on every beautiful package.

A kitchen attendant accompanied Hanna's slow steps after security personnel returned to the guard post. The beautiful girl remained calm in her graceful steps. A beautiful uniform suit that was slightly loose wrapped around her pale skin.

The young waiter pushed the main kitchen door slowly. Hanna's eyes widened in amazement. The view of the kitchen is printed in his retina.

The old waiter greeted him kindly before letting Hanna occupy a large dining table seat in the middle of the room.

Hanna circulated her gaze from corner to corner. Some professional cooks are carrying out their respective responsibilities deftly. They fought alongside cutting-edge cookware against raw materials. The series results because the scent of heaven soared high through the ceiling. Some assistant cooks complete the duties of superiors. They prepare all the needs of the main cook to provide menu serving equipment.

Hanna was still in an enchanted face.

The arrival of a kitchen head over half a century old breaks Hanna's admiration. The half-old woman served a glass of warm chocolate in front of Hanna.

"Today's a different bread delivery boy, yes" said the old lady kindly.

Hanna nodded small.

The kitchen head carefully observed Hanna's appearance. "You want to go to school?"

Hanna nodded back.

The kitchen head lady immediately grabbed a pile of money from the pocket of the apron lining her work uniform. It didn't take long for the head of the kitchen to pay off the order payment today.

Hanna received a courtesy amount of rupiah printed in the bill. "Thank you, Mom!"

The head of the kitchen nodded quickly. "Take the chocolate before you go to school!"

Once again Hanna thanked him before obliterating a full glass of warm chocolate volume. After the needs were met, Hanna resigned to all the kitchen residents.

The unraveling haired girl went back down the hallway towards the front garage without a guide. A little agitated as he stepped alone in the foreign building.

His breath was relieved as the shadow of his mini bike was imprinted on his retina. Hanna immediately put the basket in a rattan box on the bike bonnet. His feet had yet to pedal as the soft voice of the middle-aged woman greeted him.

"Hi, Honey! You're from Lecker Bakery?"

Hanna went back down the bicycle saddle before welcoming the beautiful woman. His slender body was towering, his skin as bright as his hair and eyeballs. His body is wrapped in a matching suit. The blazer covers the inside of the armless satin material. His legs were wrapped in trousers.

Hanna gave her regards. "Yes, Madam. I just drove here this time."

Sapphire-eyed blonde lady smiled small.

"Call me, Auntie! Aunt Karolin. What's your name? Still school? Brapa class?" the barrage of questioning from the homeowner made Hanna panic a little.

Hanna nodded in spirit. "Yes, Aunt. I'm Hanna still sitting in my first year of High School."

The woman in her name observes Hanna's uniform from her blazer to her long pleated skirt.

Hanna frowned in wonder. He was a little confused with the European woman. "Aunty?"

Karolin felt his ideal chin. "It looks like I'm familiar with your school's identity uniform and logo. Hanna went to school in Budi Mulia Nusantara?"

"True, Aunt." said Hanna.

Aunt Karolin flicked both fingers. "Just go with the aunt, huh? Let's get to school fast." bargain.

Both of Hanna's palms moved as fast as her head.

Before long, the clattering of footwear sounded louder from behind a pair of Karolin residence main doors that shifted in part. A handsome young man with hair and charcoal slices appeared shouldering a black backpack.

Hanna gaping.

The handsome, high-nosed man grabbed Karolin's hand and then gave a gentle kiss. The woman stroked the young man's shoulder slowly.

"I'm leaving, Mother!"

Karolin nodded warmly. The parasite immediately turned to Hanna who was still unmoved.

"Take him off together, yeah! She's the girl from the bakery. You're one school, right?"

The young man followed the mother's gaze. His forehead undulated for a moment before nodding obediently.

"Son, let's go now!" karolin's advice stroked the shoulders of both.

Hanna clasped Karolin's hand. "Sorry, Aunt. I don't want to bother with a bike."

Karolin smiled convincingly. "Just put the bike here. After school you take it back."

"But...."

Hanna's words came to a halt as a noise rose from behind the main door. A messy young man in the midst of hassles clutched his backpack while biting a piece of sandwich bread. Her gravity-defying blonde strands were still dewy with the scent of shampoo.

Hanna froze. Both knees are shaking.

The blonde immediately positioned both arms of the backpack on her shoulder still while chewing breakfast. The car contact in his grasp was fluttering slowly.

The blonde grabbed Karolin's grip and then stuck it to his forehead. "Sorry, I just got out. I'm leaving, boss!"

The blonde grabbed the charcoal-haired shoulder to approach the fleet that had been available outside the garage. "Come, Boss!" cheerfully bring.

Hanna mumbled softly, "Sister Prada!"

Hanna glanced at Karolin doubtfully. "I'm with them, Auntie."

Karolin nodded in excitement while Prada removed her arm from the dark hair's shoulder. Prada held back her passionate move to school. He nodded for a moment before turning back to his back.

Prada's eyes are puffed up with a gaping mouth.

Hanna waved a cheerful right fingers.

"Why is it here?"

"I'm delivering a routine bread order in this house."

Prada glanced at the time marker on his left wrist. "Are you sure you're going with us?"

Hanna nodded in spirit.

Karolin giggled after the two passed before the black hair.

Young master Ken glanced at the mother. "Look, Bun! The behavior of Prapto!"

Karolin patted his son's shoulder. "Why, Sans? It turns out they know. Just let Prada be happy. They clop like him. It's been there after them."

Although Sans nodded lazily his pair of legs still caught up with the two.

Joking and war said enliven the front car cabin on the way to school. Sans just put on a flat face. Occasionally glancing sharply at the rear-facing inner rearview.

"Have long worked part-time at a bakery?"

Hanna raised both her shoulders. "If you say work is not and if you say not .. yes work."

Prada's views remained concentrated on the highway. "Keep what you want?"

"Actually Lecker Bakery is crowded every day and the owner needs as many employees as possible. They accept vacancies for monthly employees even their daily freelancers also accept."

Prada understood.

"I only help if there's free time.

After one day of work I was given an allowance." continued Hanna

Prada occasionally turned to Hanna. "But also, yes!"

Hanna blushed.

"But once did you use your bike to school?"

Hanna returned Prada's gaze. "Actually every time I go and go home to school I'm always with the Eagle. Walk to the nearest stop and then take public transport. But he's in the GOR. Said there was an inter-school tournament."

Hearing the name of a man ejected from Hanna's mouth made Prada's glare instantly wither. "Can't you stop talking about eagles?"

"But you asked. Indeed every day starting from SD we leave together," replied Hanna.

"But your answer is boring because it is always related to the Eagle." - Prada.

Sans who was holding a fake throbbing anger. "You make me feel like I'm just hitchhiking when this car is mine."

Prada and Hanna petrified for a moment. Let alone back to the word, just move they are afraid. They just glanced at each other across the corner of the eye.

"Prapto, it's time."

Prada gave a long sigh. "Good, Boss!" reply while pulling the wheels of the car approaching the shoulder of the highway adjacent to the city hall pendopo.

Hanna's gaze of confusion crossed the side window glass. The sight of many typical mornings presented in his retina. The streets were packed with uniformed children and adults in tune. But the appearance of a magnificent school building has not greeted his vision.

Hanna turned to Prada with a forehead full of question marks.

Prada just grinned while turning off the engine and then pressing on the driver's door. Prada grabbed her backpack that was leaning on Hanna's seat before throwing the door.

Hanna was still unmoved in the front cabin in her confusion.

Prada pulled the handle of the front car door before letting Hanna down with her head gesture.

Hanna's face is still faithful in confusion like a victim of vengeful evil. But his legs still move to leave the car seat as comfortable as a pile of foam.

The car passed after Sans entered the driver's seat. Not to forget the flat face of Sans say goodbye to the wave of the ledge.

Hanna clasped firmly on the strap of her school bag that ran up to her waist. "Then?"

Prada. "Yes.... Walk-walk!" reply with grammar far from accurate.

Hanna was still not out of her confusion. He remained sweet-tempered until Prada had to drag him to the edge of the sidewalk so as not to obstruct the pedestrians.

Prada flicked Hanna's forehead so that the girl would get back half of her troubled soul.

Hanna was aghast and regained her consciousness from the reverie prison.His right hand caressed the pain in the forehead.

"Since the beginning I've been asking if you're sure you want to go with us?"

Hanna nodded yet to understand.

Prada was upset. "Yes, like this. Every day I walk half the way to school."

Hanna looked at the crowded streets. "Then Sans?"

Prada toggles. "Get her boyfriend dong! What to do with us. We're not important."

Hanna peeked at the digital timer on her left hand. "We will be punished. Walking is unlikely to get us to school in less than five minutes."

"If walking can't we run!"

Hanna grinned in horror. "I can't run."

Prada folded his arms. His brain was trying hard to get an idea.

"Sister Prada?"

"You wear deep leggings behind a uniform skirt?"

Hanna nodded slowly.

Prada's index and thumb clashed. "Get on my back and then I'll run!"

"No!" reject Hanna, "Sister Prada can faint upon arriving at school."

Prada lowered his back before Hanna. "I'm fine if I bring a child-sized body to Junior High."

Hanna is upset but has no choice

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