HAPPY IS LIGHT

Silence Together

Prada and Hanna bend their knees at the edge of the garden divider that extends along the sidewalk. The appearance of the two was like a traveler who had just finished facing a desert storm.

Prada's golden hair was hit by twilight rays, partially uprooted due to the rate of sweat that flushed all over his body. Hanna's long strands that were as soft as satin looked like the only remaining warteg crackers in a jar that was one week untouched. Luckily Prada's intelligent brain worked after swallowing a pack of rames rice. The rubber wrapper is able to slightly tidy up Hanna's appearance.

They sat side by side enjoying the tiredness of the body after taking a quarter hour walk.

Prada stretched his legs for a moment. A sense of numbness wrestled all over his body that was sitting uncomfortable at the end of the garden barrier.

"Hanna, by the way when is your schedule working part-time again?"

Hanna turned to the young man who was watching her. Hanna just shrugged her shoulders.

"Wait for some free time?"

Hanna nodded. "What's wrong, brother?"

Prada took a pause before continuing. "If I could I wanted to work there, too. I need money."

Hanna's forehead frowned. "What's the money for, Brother Prada? Isn't Kak Prada covered by Ken's family?"

Prada took a long breath. "I want to learn not to trouble them. After yesterday I got the English exam, today I also did not pass the standard German exam score."

Hanna is loyal to being a listener.

Prada continued, "It looks like the French exam results are the same. I just want to follow the foreign language study guide. The money from being a karate coach is not enough."

Hanna patted Prada's shoulder lightly. "Well, if I have a schedule to help there, I'll take Kak Prada."

Prada nodded with his thumb outstretched.

"Until when are we gonna be here? Then what should we do now?"

Prada swept a few strands of hair dappled on the forehead. "Yes, wait for that brash employer to pick us up."

"Why don't we just get back on the bus?"

Prada. "If the boss' father and mother knew I wasn't with Sans, everything would be exposed."

While two victims of a love-drunk employer are hanging out in the streets, two lovebirds actually share affection and treat each other's longings.

Sans was facing Shara on an outdoor cafe bench behind a green hedge. Two cold drinks served as a barrier to both.

The famous sans cold and reluctant to joke grasping the fingers of the idol. It was only in the red-haired girl that Sans became as gentle as the prince of a fairyland found only in sleeping flowers.

Shara blushed in a smile. His heart is not pumping faster than normal.

"Actually, I want us to be together at school. Lunch in the canteen. Rest together in the school garden. Both ways after school. It's not always three with Prapto."

Shara nodded in agreement. "I want it too. But it's your family's ban on dating that makes us like this."

"I'm sorry" Sans said.

Shara shakes. "Just looking at you and believing in your heart for me has made me happy."

Sans dipped Shara's fingers in his grasp. "I want to know how Mom reacted when she realized I had fallen for my best friend since childhood. Mother knows you well since we haven't been to school, I'm sure she would agree that we're together."

Shara's lips are getting more and more beautiful. "I'd be happy if that happened. But given the strictness of the rules for a Ken family heir, being patient a little longer won't be a problem."

The boisterous atmosphere of the cafe does not dampen the great longing between the two. They don't have to worry that anyone will recognize the figure of both. Cafe subscriptions of their encounters are just unpretentious cafes with a simple menu. The money spent to fill the stomach is far from the value of prestigious class cafes that are the prima donna of their High School residents.

Sans grabbed a rectangular object from the pocket of his school suit then shoved it over the surface of the table.

Shara broke keget. "What's this?"

Sans aimed at the lover's eyes with a bow of affection before releasing the arrow of attention. Shara replies to the spoiled while Shara's fingers are engrossed in stroking a medium-sized velvet box.

"Gift of one month of our relationship!" answer Sans later.

Shara turned to the young man she loved the most. "But our relationship has been going on for almost our entire life. Even reading just can't but we've been arguing a lot."

Sans was stunned to hear the naivety of the puja. "I mean a relationship where we are aware of each other's feelings."

The pink hue again attacked the cheekbones of the beautiful red hair. No words can be thrown in a conversation. He just hates to retaliate.

San stroked the rectangular velvet box for a moment before pressing the lock button. Honey before the secret in it is seen the eyes of the world, a herd of girls lock them up from various directions.

Shara was quick to hide Sans' gift under the table.

A beautiful girl dressed in a matching uniform both of them stood out arrogantly. "You're dating behind the guise of friendship?" the accusation is without a preface.

The four conspirators stared furiously at the appearance of Sans' heart that seemed not far from Shara.

The beautiful leader of the four other uniformed girls again cornered. "If the whole school knows not to be dating, making friends is impossible."

Paras Sans remains calm in the face of a wave of threats from Beautya, the popular school cheerleading queen. Skinny girl with dark hair. Elegant tapered face blends wide eyes and slender nose. Girls choose from BMN High School residents in terms of luxury. He's like everything that sparkles after a diamond at BMN High School.

Her beauty did not accept the threat from her lips being meaninglessly neglected. "So you guys approve of my brain's perception?"

Sans yawns fake. A pair of long legs resting on each other. "Please think whatever you like."

"So right?" insist Beautya.

The four followers of the pretty one giggled. While Shara glared in disbelief at the lover's ambiguous sentence.

"Well, you're going to split up even if you're just best friends." short-haired follower.

A wave-haired girl encapsulates both of her round cheeks. "And Sans will be ours. Not just with Shara all day."

"If nothing else matters, go!" drive Sans still unmoved.

Beutya approached Sans. His wiggle defending the shoulder of Sans' school coat.

Sans avoids the hassle.

The exotic girl sneered cunningly. "Well, wait for the next drama.

The small steps sounded like they were attacking the crowd. Appeared a petite long-stroached girl with the smell of sweat fluttering all over her body.

Hanna makes a gap between some girls who swarm in two lovebirds. Then grab Shara cheerful arms.

Shara frowned in wonder.

Hanna smiled broadly. "I'm sorry, Brother Shara has to wait for me! I've been in the bathroom too long. My stomach is a little troubled."

The wave-haired girl and the slightly contained girl took a step back with the index tip clogging the nose.

Hanna spread her eyes. "Why are the upperclassmen all here?" tanyanya. "Sir Sans is also here. Where is Prada?"

Sans was only able to sigh long.

Beautya approaches Hanna. "Little boy, we were the ones who were supposed to ask why did you suddenly appear here?"

"I'm on a walk with Shara. Because Shara understood that my allowance was limited, so we decided to hang out in an affordable place."

Gorge thought for a moment. "So Shara and Sans aren't dating here?"

Hanna shakes. "Sir Shara was with me after school. If it's Sans I don't know."

Beautya baling on Sans. A pair of dark eyes squinted suspiciously until the scream of a male voice distracted everyone.

The blond ran towards the master. "Boss! Boss!" his yell.

Sans looking for the source of the sound. Sans folded both of his arms. His soul is opposite. Sanubariya grateful for the appearance of Prada but mimic his face let out a scent of annoyance.

Prada regulates his lungs are kempis. "What's the matter, boss? How many?"

Sans who is lazy to string words for trivial things just melengos emotions.

Prada is wrong. "Sorry, Boss! There was a slight problem with the engine so I was a bit old."

Sans folded both of his arms.

Prada waved both of his arms. "Go, go there! You guys can't see a handsome guy left alone must be swarming."

Beautya pressed Prada's forehead. "They're dating again. We saw it for ourselves!"

Prada glares sharply. "I am his bodyguard. Where could they date without my knowledge. Who knows if they just happened to meet. They are friends and class mates, if meeting and chatting is natural."

Hanna pulls Shara's arm. "I'm sorry, brothers! Dusk is almost drowned." she said

Shara who was still stung by surprise was only able to follow Hanna's steps away from them.

The corner of Hanna's eyes glanced mysteriously at Prada who was making out a smile.

"Come, Boss! We're home! Don't let the excitement of the boss fade because of being mobbed by ants."

"How dare you, Driver!" pissed Beautya.

The five cheerleader girls growled with emotion. Prada's words made their self-esteem plunge to the bottom of the abyss. Attempts at revenge failed. Beautya's intention of clutching Prada's arm was hindered by the bodyguard's limb speed. The main coach of the school karate has been blowing like the wind towards the car park a little distance away.

While Sans still walked gallantly through the crowd of school angels who had no guts anymore ignited the fire. His haughty gaze was horizontal, unmoving without most aligning the steps slowly approaching Prada.

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