HAPPY IS LIGHT

The Silent 3

Hanna landed a pair of her heels on the solid courtyard of Lecker Bakery. It is not easy to reach the seat of a large motorcycle passenger as it is when leaving the back seat. Hanna's tiny body had to put in a lot of effort to do it.

Prada only glanced at the cute old-fashioned behavior from behind the left rearview while holding back his little laugh. Prada is not evil. Prada just do not want to miss the sweetness of the tiny lips conical when berjibaku with the height of a large motorcycle Prada.

Prada seemed to live every quick thump in his chest cavity due to Hanna's behavior.

The masculine lips of Prada do not keep on blooming.

While Hanna tidied up her uniform that had been toyed with the street wind, Prada put her head protection on the right rearview.

The view of Prada circulated from the end of the parking lot lecker bakery to the building barrier next to it. There is no gap left for four-wheeled vehicles. Luckily Prada motorbike can still be crammed in a row of two-wheeled parking so it does not have to go too far to the bakery of boss Ken's mother.

"It's dark but it's still crowded." said Prada.

Hanna turned to Prada before nodding. "Lecker Bakery is open from seven in the morning to ten in the evening. If this night there is a secret menu of special coffee concoction from Brother Manager. At once there is a 90% discount on bread cooked today from four in the afternoon to ten in the evening."

Prada stroked her chin while being bearded.

"But the bread is specific to the underprivileged. The queue is on the west side of the bakery. So the high-class guests simply enjoyed the secret recipe from Kak Manager."

Prada frowned suspiciously. "Sister Manager? Looks like you're familiar with him."

Hanna held back a laugh. "How not familiar I am his men. Arco's brother forbade us to call him father because he still is

young and single."

Prada threw away his face. Her heart was upset whenever Hanna's tiny lips took out a man's name.

"Just get here, Brother Prada. I'll go in by myself."

Prada refused. His fingers immediately grabbed Hanna's wrist.

Hanna looked at Prada in wonder.

Prada can only throw his face away. His heart was powerless against the beauty of the round eyes of marbles before him. "I'm taking it inside."

Hanna's lips were rounded. The cute girl was panicked for some reason. The head of the girl repeatedly turned in any direction. The heart was about to resist but the arms were heavy. Letting Prada step with her towards the bakery was also not a good choice. Hanna still faithfully lowered her head while counting two pairs of harmonious steps up the stairs to the glass door until her lungs had inhaled the aroma of butter mingled mocha.

Hanna opened her eyes. The roomy room felt crowded by visitors who squeezed almost without a split. The queue snaked in front of three male cashiers. Customers have prepared an ocean-wide patience for a cold or warm drink. Coffee-based concoction drinks are second to none in this city.

Prada raised next to his thick blonde eyebrows. "What's? Is dark still solid?"

Hanna nodded steadily. There was a hint of pride in his heart.

Faintly caught the heavy voice typical of adult men greeting Hanna and Prada's eardrums. This coolie turned to the source of the voice that was cutting the distance with them. Looks like a mature man in oriental stripes and in a neat suit waving his hands.

Half a circle of thin lips of the adult man is able to ignite Prada's mood.

"Miss Hanna just got back," she said softly.

Prada was talking to Hanna, "Miss?"

The grown man patted Prada's shoulder kindly. "We call all our employees ladies and gentlemen."

Prada's big eyeballs are getting narrowed. "Is that so?"

Hanna nodded slowly.

"Why?" asked the blonde with curiosity that touched her heart.

The typical east Asian-eyed man keeps one hand in his pants pocket. "Because we're all special so we want our fellow lecker bakery family members to respect each other and be polite."

Prada scrunched his forehead. I don't know why he has trouble understanding the working methods in bakery's lecker. But the special impact is so great. The difference in the background of each employee is able to be disguised and without gaps.

Prada's forehead twitching. His burly palm immediately separated the adult man's arm from the angel's arm.

"I'll accompany Hanna!"

The grown man sliced up with the gourd turned to Prada. His right hand is outstretched. "Oh, Sorry! Introduce me Arco Aristo menager here. You?"

Prada clasped the opponent's fingers a little furious. "Pradana Ultinos. Class sister and Hanna's official lover."

The smile of a million Arco lights remained on the highest throne. His head nodded lightly.

Hanna was only able to hide her pinkish padlocked cheeks. There was a pleasure in itself when his eardrum caught Prada's stern tone.

Silence flashed for a few seconds before Hanna started the conversation again.

"Before that." Hanna's sentence hung for a moment. "Is this branch bakery lecker still accepting employees?" hanna fleshed out her question.

Arco nodded confidently. "Sure! We need a lot of employees!"

Hanna let out a sigh of relief.

Paras Arco approaches Hanna's beautiful face. "Is Miss Hanna intending monthly part-time work?"

Hanna took one step back. She never let anyone knock her heart out other than Prada.

"Bu .. Not Kak Manager! Brother Prada wants to work part-time daily here."

Arco's gaze took aim at the young man he had just met. "Did you get permission from your parents?"

Prada raises both shoulders.

Hanna is tickling. Prada's always lively aura was suddenly silent. I don't know what reason changed Prada a little like Sans who was smart to skimp on words.

Hanna grabbed Prada's fingers. "Sister Prada was orphaned since childhood" he said.

Arco jerks. A sense of regret drifted in his heart. His eye lens is warming up almost melting. Arco can't touch a child with a word without a care. His pointy finger wiped quickly the corner of his eye.

Prada gave a long sigh. Hanna's grip is tightened.

"I'm sorry. I don't know. Mr. Prada can work here when he's not on a school schedule. May work daily." said Arco be careful and polite.

Hanna nodded. "Thank you, Manager."

Prada glanced at Arco for a moment before giving a stiff nod. "Then when can I start and what are my duties here?"

Arco stroked his proportional chin slowly. "When Mr. Prada has free time. Tomorrow or the day after. Tasks for beginners while maintaining the cleanliness of cookware and eating."

Prada's blue eyes widened. "Dishwashing?"

Arco. "Could you, Mr Prada?"

The masculine lips of Prada are fluffy. Prada's innate cheerfulness has again driven away the dense cloud of his jealousy.

Hanna was getting excited to hear it.

"Don't wash dishes, brother. I am also willing if asked to repair the roof of the house, doors and windows and even patch the old pots! I'm used to hard work, brother!"

Arco patted Prada on the shoulder several times. The warmth of an older brother's hand from Arco's authority caresses the heart and melts Prada's baseless suspicions.

"I think I met the right guy!" chirps Arco

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