HAPPY IS LIGHT

Seamless Paras Moon

Prada flushed the entire body of old jeep cars of European production with a tidal wave of tap water. After the whole car was soaked, the young man smeared a typical soap rich in foam. The dark car looked like it was buried in snow.

Prada, clad only in knee-length pants and sleeveless casual t-shirts, was so keen to explore his work this second. A job that drains energy but nourishes happiness. The smoldering afternoon after school hours was chilly in a puddle of tap water. The heavy body that is so dense increasingly reveals sturdy muscles.

An adult man dressed in a suit officially emerged from behind the main door of the Ken family palace and then memorized the blonde young man.

"Prada," called out the typical polite voice of a middle-aged man .

Prada stopped the movement of his arm that was engrossed in bathing the old stuff of high historical value. Paras Prada looked back at his back.

"Dad Boss!" murmured Prada lirih then rushed to wash away the foam lumps on his hands before closing the water flow.

Prada was moved towards the great lord Ken.

A warm smile like a father warming a bone-chilling afternoon. The figure of Marino Ken results from a combination of European-level sculpture and Asian softness. Her eclipse-dark hair and eyes aligned her face and jaw firmly. It was quite stunning every pair of eyes that looked at him. Unique beauty rare masterpiece fruit without two.

"Do you have any events after this?"

Prada pondered for a moment. Actually Prada's evening steps have been scheduled to receive paid hassles in bakery tracker. But because the man who had sincerely nurtured her threw a hopeful question, Prada replied with a confident ring.

Marino Ken nodded in satisfaction. "All right, then. After finishing this job, you immediately tidied yourself up and escorted me."

"Okay, Daddy's boss!" obedient Prada, "Sorry before, where are we going, Daddy Boss? I just want to fit my clothes."

Marino patted Prada on the shoulder. "I have an important meeting with an old friend at the Quadruplet Martin Hotel."

Prada puts the right-hand-dried union on the edge of the temple. "Ready, Daddy Boss! I'll be wearing a black suit security uniform!"

Marino stuck out her thumb in agreement.

In less than half an hour, Prada has positioned a long sedan body on the remaining gap in the Martin Hotels basin. The Quadruplet Martin multi-storey building lined up neatly against each other. Two Martin Hotels buildings side by side with two Martin Mall on the next side.

Marino Ken left the passenger seat after Prada widened the door a few moments before Prada secured a luxury car on the spot. The steady steps of the black-eyed adult man gushed dozens of visitors back and forth across the lobby.

A tambun man not too tall and tie tergopoh approach Marino Ken who climbed the granite lobby alone without security. The young guard of the great lord Ken vanished with the luxury vehicle after cornering towards the ridge. Young man hotel staff welcome cheerful guest of honor. The kindly puffed-up man guided Great Lord Ken's steps toward the place he had been promised before.

While Prada has closed all access to the vehicle, must again jerk the door of the employer's car. The short message of Mr. Ken explained about the goods lying in the passenger seat that must be conveyed to the owner.

The speed of Prada's legs doubled across a row of cars that filled the ridge to the emergency staircase. Elevator is not an option because it is not comparable to Prada's nimble motion if you have to wait a long time.

Prada gasps after stepping on the floor of the main lobby of Martin Hotels. His body rushed to reach the atmosphere of Martin Resto after being able to control the work of his lungs. The wide steps swing coolly when crossing rows of luxurious golden tables. The blonde youth closed his steps as a line of words was created from the lips of a foreign adult man and felt tickling his eardrum.

Prada held back her breathing work for a moment. A pair of blue eagles aimed at the two humans who were having friendly conversations facing each other. Prada is not far from them. The shadow of both so filled Prada's retina.

Once again the meaning of the next sentence shakes like slapping Prada's hearing.

The friendly voice of the foreign man melded in a crisp laugh. "The genius idea, Marino. I like your thinking very much. But will they approve?"

Prada still faithfully flirted.

Marino's soft laughter was enthusiastic. "We just want to get them married instead of forcing them to get married now. Let's get my only son and your favorite princess to get to know each other better."

Marino's interlocutor's broad back facing Prada. Prada had trouble guessing the burly figure behind the reddish-brown hair. A bright suit wrapped around his strapping back.

"I like Sans. He was calm and accomplished. "praise Marino's colleague.

Marino agreed. "Your princess is also a good girl, assertive and intelligent!"

Each flowing and mutually supportive sentence from the two seemed to drown out Prada's numb body. For some reason Sans' matchmaking discourse fostered a horror in Prada's heart. Is that more his responsibility as a friend than that of a personal bodyguard? Prada was anxious at his wild mind for his intimate future. The shadow of a friend who is desperate because of the aground love swaying in his head.

Prada again swung a step after being able to suppress his emotions. The clattering of dark sneakers teased the conversation of two men. Both are used in the sound source.

Marino was the first to stare at Prada, waving lightly. "Let's go, son!"

Prada nodded in his steps. After a pair of heels closed, his arms stretched out politely handing over the trust of the employer.

"Is he your son Sansco?" guess Marino's friend.

Marino shook her head slowly while receiving a dark suitcase from Prada. "He's my foster son. Pradanas. We've been like family because we've been taking care of her since she was a baby."

"How are his biological parents?"

Old friend Marino patted his best friend on the shoulder. "I got it, I got it."

Grand master Ken nodded before sighing long.

Comrade Marino's gaze fell on the dashing figure of the young man who stood polite. "Because I think the shape of your noses is similar. I thought your son."

Marino sniggered small. His fist raised a fake, powerless bogem on the shoulder of the friend.

"We both have European blood so it's no wonder" Marino said.

Prada hid his face in a bow that deepened until the voice of the master jerked his imagination.

"Okay, Daddy's boss!" sahut fast.

"It looks like we're going to be nostalgic for a long time in this place. Prada please order food here or if you want to find the wind around Martin Mall. Later when we're done I'll call you."

Prada bowed obediently before passing.

The golden strands of dancing were blown away by the evening breeze that was in line with the martyrdom of Prada's gaze. The blonde youth chose the bench of the roof cafe of the building that approached the barrier. The blips of rainbow colors of city lights reflected on a pair of oceanic irises. His shoulders were falling with long breaths.

Relaxing slaughtered time on the dining hall of the mall roof did not shift the anxiety in his mind. Real paintings of big cities at night are not yet in the always able to drag the teenagers cheerful selfies. Yet only a warm worn blanket in his room is needed at this time to run away from the facts. Dear father Boss's voice kindly never greet through communication tools.

Prada summarizes his face in the palm of the hand.

A small, besieged heart. Various possibilities for the future back and forth is not necessarily the direction in the screen of his brain. Would it be better to close the meeting so that the friend is happy in his teenage years? Or reveal the reality that has been designed at this time? A reality that will tear apart the first love that has been as furious as ever.

Prada landed his head resignedly on the surface of the table with two arms buried him. A cup of black coffee without sugar is just palpable until it feels frozen in the baby.

The hustle and bustle of the night can no longer touch his eardrums. Even the shrill footsteps that were approaching were undetectable.

A hard pat on Prada's back managed to resuscitate the young man from the wave of daydreams that had drowned him.

Prada turned to the figure who had set himself before him. The wooden table becomes the barrier of both.

The young man's eyes widened. His brain's work is getting less and less in orbit. Wild thoughts clash with each other. His brain analysis is getting messed up.

The red-haired girl waved until a pair of blue oceans flickered.

"Prada, why are you here?" ask the subtle voice he knew for more than half of his life.

Prada just shook his head slowly to repay the curiosity of the friend.

Shara who was clad in long jeans and navy sweater just scrunched her forehead. He did not understand the friend's answer.

"Together Sans?" shara asked as if suspicious.

Prada is sensitive to the pair of waves doubtful to the mind of Shara. The palm of his right hand immediately swung rapidly. "Boss has private piano lessons at home. I'm asked to take Daddy Boss."

Finally Shara nodded in understanding. Relief loosened the work of his slightly narrowed lungs. The girl should not be suspicious of the lover who was struggling with many keys on the balcony of the house.

"Why did you get here yourself?"

Prada's question sentence slid as soon as possible hoping to change the theme of the conversation. A topic that can disguise reality.

Shara folded her arms on the surface of the table.

"I went for a walk with my uncle and aunt as well as my cousins who were still in elementary school. But they seem to be busy. I decided to come here."

Prada's forehead is wrinkled. "Your brother's visiting the house?"

Shara shakes. "I was the one last year living in my father's brother's house. His house is not far from mine. Dad's doing research on the virus in Germany. I'm escorting you there."

"So, yes." said Prada without enthusiasm.

Several pairs of eyes of other cafe visitors glanced at the two in silence. Two pairs of them frowned in wonder to sow prejudice.

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