HAPPY IS LIGHT

Together Silence 2

Hanna leads Shara to a stop not far from the scene. They landed bones sitting on long benches. The two are sitting on a bench waiting for a stop without any appearance of other living things. Only noisy motorized machines are able to drive away the silence around them.

Dusk has sunk leaving evening. Merdunya Adzan has reverberated to the turn of the day by prostrating to face the Most High. The sun is waving to see you at dawn. Now perfect the darkness that enveloped the hemisphere that they incandesce.

Shara patted Hanna on the shoulder. "Thank you for the help, yeah!"

Hanna turned to Shara then nodded slowly.

"Then how do you know we're in trouble?" shara asked who was filled with curiosity.

Hanna was glued for a moment. The pause in conversation both used Hanna to process memory.

"Hm?" Shara refused to wait any longer.

Hanna twists the tip of her uniform blazer. "At first we didn't know. When I came home with Kak Prada, Kak Prada saw Kak Sans's social status."

Shara nodded in listening.

"Sister Sans uploaded a photo of the view across the street from the cafe where you met earlier." continued Hanna.

Shara frowning. "Did Sans upload the cheerleader genk that hit us?"

Hanna shakes. "Sister Sans just uploaded the view across the street. But from the photo soamed Kak Sans, Kak Prada knows his employer is in trouble."

"How can Prada know when it's just a road photo?"

Hanna smiled mysteriously. "That's the great personal bodyguard Kak Sans. When Kak Prada enlarged the photo, on the opposite side of the road appeared a luxury pink private mini bus with a unicorn picture. It was then that the cheerleader was caught on camera exiting the driver's door."

Shara's lips are breaking. "Prada is a responsible genius. It's not wrong he trusted Ken's family."

Hanna's lips curled proudly. "Sister Prada always watches over Sans carefully."

The little girl turned the bottle cap that she had just dragged into the free air. While Shara's view did not depart from the younger class.

"So it's true that you're Prada's girlfriend?"

Hanna who was drinking a mouthful of water from a bottle, choked violently until her pair of gray eyes were watery.

Shara rubs Hanna's butt. "I'm sorry! I surprised you, didn't I?" regrettably

Hanna shook her head while smiling. "We're complicated, brother! I'm not sure if we're having a romance or not."

"Not that you said you were lovers in the student car park."

Hanna scratched the limp hair that was tied to a rubber wrap rice band. He was only able to grimace. I don't know what kind of answer.

Hanna got up from the bench waiting for the stop. His sight wandered as far as the highway his retinas could afford. Somehow again reply to Shara's question with a series of words. Hanna was only able to change the focus of the conversation.

"Sir Shara picked up or took the bus?"

Shara realizes that Hanna is reluctant to skin her personal problems. The girl followed Hanna's movements and stood up beside her. "I've called Dad's personal driver."

Hanna showed off her thumb.

"You how? I'm taking you, yeah!" tawang Shara

Hanna shook her head slowly not intending to reject someone's kindness. "Hanna wants to pick up the bakery's bike first. My bike's in the customer's house, brother!"

Shara's eyes widened in amazement. "You're working part-time at a bakery?"

Hanna shrugs her shoulders. "How are you, brother? Hanna actually doesn't work part-time. It's just that it helps occasionally and can pocket money after helping."

"Oh, I see," said Shara beginning a silence between the two.

Hanna gave a long sigh. Now he is alone friends with an increasingly challenging evening. Adzan magrib had been a few minutes ago reverberating. Hanna was getting more panicked as the time of the shadow was turning towards the end.

Hanna gave up in despair. Wanting a young man to come back to see him with worry is impossible. Hanna would just stare at the weight of reality. The bus arrival schedule that is a few minutes later is not just a hope. But the real reality that will not hurt because there is too much hope.

Hanna folded her arms. "What do I expect from that young man?" muttered monologues.

The palm of his right hand hit his forehead softly. "I'm really stupid! I'd better get back on the bus and go to school tomorrow with Eagle to pick up the bike at Ken's house!"

Hanna's parasite blooms when the town bus horn touches her eardrum. The mass-carrying vehicle approached the stop. The driver slowly pulled the armada over.

Hanna's step was restrained when she almost climbed the bus stairs. There was a great energy gripping his arm. Those clear eyes turned to the person who was spreading shock in Hanna's heart.

His ball of festering eyes caught the shadow of the tall man staring fiercely at him.

The young man waved at the bus driver hinting to pass soon.

They were fixated in a short pause with the roar of passing bus exhaust gas. Two different colored irises throw each other unique gazes. The heart pumps are both out of sync again.

Hanna's shedding the man's grip.

The young man folded his arms. "Why is it that only the Eagle is on your mind? I don't like you thinking about other young men."

Hanna shakes. "It's not like that. It's just my best friend's eagle since we haven't been to school. All this time..."

Prada silenced Hanna's thin lips with her index finger.

"You are my lover. Did you forget?" firmly Prada who is still dressed in uniform like a few hours ago.

Hanna. "Isn't it just next to the side because of my wishes?"

Prada pecking sharp. The parasite is approaching Hanna's tiny nose. "Hanna, you want to leave me? You want to end our relationship?"

Hanna took a step back. His head shook quickly. "It's not. I just don't want to burden Kak Prada whose obligations are so much. I promise to keep Kak Sans and Kak Shara a secret."

"Oh, so. It means we'll never break up!"

Hanna's lips twitched. "But Brother Prada .. I .. I don't want to be a bad girl by taking advantage of this situation."

Prada folded his arms haughtily. "So you refused the chance to be my lover?"

"Bu .. no!" hanna's rebuttal.

Prada snapped two fingers. "It's set! We are a couple!"

Hanna bit the tip of her lips. A cold sweat ran through his temples. Like a sleeping flower that builds distrust.

Prada grabbed Hanna's right fingers. The young man guided the lover towards a large sports motorcycle on the shoulder of the road not far from the stop.

"How about a bakery's bike?" hanna asked in between their steps.

"Had been escorted by one of Ken's family's security staff. So you don't have to worry!"

Hanna let out a sigh of relief. "Then take me to the bakery, yes!"

Prada turned. "Why?"

"My house is close to that store. Besides I haven't asked for pocket money to help today"

Prada lightly nodded while pointing his thumb.

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