HAPPY IS LIGHT

Seamless Paras Lunar 2

The extra-culinary coach of the gourmet has just finished exposing the contents of the information of the youth cooking contest at the city and district level. Extra activities that routinely greet every one week that adds hours of meeting to every school hour for a while.

Residents of the exkul headquarters tataboga monopolized by girls in aprons who deftly conquer raw materials. Gingeria Rosa's mother, the supervisor, remains a little deadlocked recipe creation activity on the condition of the cooking contest two months later. Each group must be three students and at least one student.

Seven days and seven nights tataboga exkul opened a special male registration. But the empty form sheet arrangement is still intact and the form submission box is uninhabited.

It is not easy to herd a man into the exkul tataboga even with millions of tricks. Even they just passed by in the doorway of the room without glancing at a piece of paper attached to the wall and printed thick writing there.

How could the big sports heroes, highland climbers and loyal lovers of the ocean floor want to take the time to smell the aroma of classrooms full of rows of stoves, ovens and combat equipment processing various other body energy fillers.

Ms. Gin, the call of the exkul guide, closed the activity with a polite greeting before leaving the front floor of the blackboard.

******* tired of simultaneously enlivening the classroom after the door closed from the outside after the death of the teacher exkul ordinance.

The room is like a beehive. The twenty-four residents had tense discussions with their respective group members. Each group of three bewildered angels searched for the prince. A savior prince who is good at kneading dough and chopping onions

Hanna with Deborah and Marco. Hanna and Deborah simultaneously landed their heads on the surface of the wooden table. While Marco landed a large food supply box.

Marconah sekarsari, a girl with an Olympic pole and a building board appearance. Her hair is too short to resemble a man. The long silver chain earrings dangled almost touching the shoulder. His skin is brightly colored. His appetite competes thinly with the hip porters of the sembako market.

While the members of the exkul tattoo one by one stepped out of the class, Marco was enthusiastic to reveal the contents of the lunch box in front of his eyes.

The noisy sound of the parting of the cover with its container teased the fatigue of Hanna and D. The savory aroma of success made the two people take off from the surface of the table.

Hanna stared with a twinkle. "Many of them...."

Neck D sticking out. "What's that?" his pregnancy.

Marco grinned proudly. "The name of the food is Nasi sambal terasi in the beautiful green garden of salted fish ponds!"

Hanna and D gawk in unison.

The theme of Marco's stock today is a little unique with titles throughout the national soap opera that is always chasing air. Sniff the savory aroma of nasi uduk with fried onion. The glowing red sambal sits sweetly in the corner of the dining box side by side with its green boiled vegetables. Jumbo salted fish enveloped some of that spiced rice.

Marco pulled two sheets of oil paper from the stomach of the bag before dividing it on two of his fellow gourmands.

Hanna and D look at each other not understanding.

Marco shares his lunch with two hungry creatures with the same taste, the same love and the same taste.

Hanna and D were glued to the mound of food in front of them. Spit down their throats as barren as the Sahara desert.

After smearing the palm with a special antiseptic, Marco grabbed a piece of rice. "We ate first only after that looking for the figure of the prince bercelemek that will save our lives."

As hypnotized by the scent of heaven, the right hand of both swiftly filled the oral cavity with a savory combination of rice, spicy sambal and crisp foliage.

Sweat runs through Hanna's temples. D mouth chews haste. The voracious feeding virus begins to infect only in the blink of an eye.

"What leaves are these? It feels pretty good." chirps D nagged Hanna.

Marco swept the corners of his lips after draining the contents of his box of supplies. "The moringa."

Hanna and D froze for a moment. They were only able to glance at each other across the corner of the eye.

Hanna's lips full of rice trembled. "Daun .. mystical?"

Marco's back landed on Hanna's crown. "Don't fuck it up. This modern era is so modern that it is nearing the end of time. There has been a lot of research on moringa leaves. It could be for medicine. We who are healthy can get stronger. It could also help make our dead-end brains brilliant."

Hanna raised next to her eyebrows while D pushed the oil paper slightly away.

"Give science even dumbfounded. I know I like to believe superstition" Marco said.

Hanna just flinching. Rome's fur all over her body began to rise from rest. I don't know what went through his mind. Hanna seems unable to process the work of the brain.

Hanna's gaze was thrown at the doorway of the open room. There are several figures in uniform exkul passing in the hallway outside the walls of the room exkul boga. One of them is a young man wrapped in white who confiscates Hanna's heartbeat. The young man quickly flashed half-run.

Hanna suddenly moved. "Mar, it looks like your words have a point. I found a prickly prince who'll make us champions."

D and Marco compactly turned on Hanna.

The little girl stroked along the pelvis approached the sink at the corner of the door for a moment then rushed to greet the air of the hallway.

Hanna followed the young man's quick steps to the back garden. He quickened the pace of his limbs to bother reaching the white-clad youth. The man turned his head after feeling a subtle pat on his back.

"Hanna? Still at school? You haven't been home and part-time at the bakery? What's the matter, it looks like something's wrong?" The Prada question series is arranged along the train cars.

Hanna adjusted her breathing slightly more vigorously. His head shook quickly.

"I've just finished my gourmet activities. I want help, Brother Prada! Brother is done training?"

The young karate coach nodded in a gentle smile. "I want to change clothes after part-time work. What do you want, Hanna?"

"Then Sans? You guys aren't together?"

Hanna was silent.

Paras Prada approaches Hanna's reddish round cheeks. "Then this cute girl is in need of help?"

Hanna jerks. The parasites are embarrassed. "I want to...."

The sound of furious steps that are increasingly loud behead Hanna's sentence that is not perfect. The famous girl broke through the narrow gap between Hanna and Prada.

The school princess was statured until she limited the conversation of the two. The beautiful one who looks good in a t-shirt and dark leggings. Sweat racing glide on the curve of his neck. Looks like the cheerleader just finished her modern dance practice.

Beautya pressed Hanna's body slowly. The little girl's legs shifted backwards.

Hanna held her breath.

Beautya's eyes glared in front of Hanna. "So you pretended to be friends with Shara, the high-achieving girl, because you wanted to get close to Prada?"

Hanna glanced at Prada through the gap between Beautya's shoulder and head. Prada's eyeballs were circulating anxiously. His gaze is difficult to decipher its meaning.

"So you want to corner the Shara that Prada has always liked?" ask Beautya to continue.

Hanna is still faithfully flirting. His brain lost the idea of answering with the right sentence.

Beautya folds her slender arms. His dark skin glowed like pearls in the sea that shimmered over the sun.

"Still silent? Then where do you have the guts to beat Shara? You're just an ordinary girl with no talent."

Hanna closed her eyelids. Wishing the skinny girl towered away as soon as possible. But desire will only be hope without effort.

A person's rapid footsteps were heard approaching with hysterical cries. His arm immediately grabbed Hanna's shoulder away from the lioness.

The wave-haired sweet girl hid Hanna behind her back.

The beauty is bored. "One more freak from the ordinary group of disciples."

"Just a second! Don't get me wrong, Princess." Sela Deborah lost her patience.

Beautya raises her side of a gurgling eyebrow. "What do you mean by misunderstanding?"

Deborah nodded confidently. "We are even though only very ordinary students to the extent that often serobot siomay best friend, but still a girl who idolizes a handsome prince. Although often halu but do not intend to seduce."

Now the two eyebrows are equally high Beautya. "really?"

D came back very sure. "Yes, there is no harm if we dream of having a lover Kak Sans or Kak Prada. This dream is yes!"

Hanna looked in wonder at D. While Prada is unreadable what is depicted on his face mimic.

Beauty still half-believes. He narrowed at the appearance of the sweet butchery girl before him.

D reached into the smart phone from his suit pocket. After a while the two thumbs danced on the glass surface, his arms stretched out in front of Beautya.

Beautya observes for a moment a brief recording on D's cell phone.

D slightly puffed. "I saw Kak Prada and Kak Shara chatting at the rooftop cafe Martin Mall. Indeed, according to Kak Prada's confession, he was approaching Kak Shara, right? Maybe they'll be a couple soon."

Hanna's eyepiece captures a glimpse of the short-recorded shadow in the D posel. The second mimic of the storyteller sparkled cheerfully. Laughter accompanies a fresh conversation full of happiness.

Hanna aimed at Prada's eyes. One tap of Hanna's heart pounded hard as Prada's gaze turned away from her. The pain was suddenly translucent to the heart.

Beauty's body rotates towards Prada. "How's Prada? Is your relationship with Hanna just about her idol and her fans?"

Prada Aura darkened. There was a pause of a few seconds before the blond head nodded slowly. "Yes, nothing more than that."

Hanna flabbergasted. A sudden numbness as if twisting a pair of his heels and creeping slowly towards the head. The energy in Hanna's body seemed to evaporate away. Hanna's almost limp. But the sanity of his mind is able to maintain the standing of Hanna's body frame.

Hanna inhaled a stuffy air around her before starting to determine the direction of her tongue.

Hanna tried to completely curl her lips. "Right, Brother Beautya. I'm just a fan of Prada. We're not lovers. Where we might have a relationship. That's never gonna happen."

Next to the lip of Beautya interested. "Good! Only Prada and Shara are supposed to be a compatible couple. I'm not gonna let Prada fall for a useless girl."

Prada closed his eye screen for a moment before his two index fingers slowly massaged the two temples. I don't know why Beauty's long sentence hurt her.

Hanna smacked her lips strongly. The pain was pressing on her tear glands. Hanna immediately grabbed D's arm. D moved on Hanna's steps after understanding the head gesture.

Hanna turned to Prada for a moment. "Sister Prada thank you for everything. Good bye"

Prada. His mouth shook as if he was about to throw a reply. But his choice was to go back to silence. A pair of ocean blue could only look at Hanna who had turned her back and passed.

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