HAPPY IS LIGHT

Far Empty me 2

A dense cloud enveloped four points in BMN International High School. One point hangs over Sans' mind, the second clings to Shara and the rest follow Prada and Hanna.

Since one month more after the case caught wet by the school queen, Sans increasingly increased vigilance in the environment where he studied. Luckily Prada and Hanna's theatrics secure him from doom.

Sans must be more aware of the walls of the hallway that can hear, the rows of school garden grass that seemed to lurk and the pillars of the building that seemed to terrorize. Anyone would bow to Beautya's mouth to skin the information.

The daily life of Sans, Shara and Prada is still as it was before in school. The three of them were often seen sharing stories together. The talkative Prada always brings cheerful. He always utters comfort words to his two best friends. Only Shara laughed.

Sans consistently threw away face. The beam is as flat as the airstrip, showing no waves. Sans could not help but laugh. But how could he be wide-eyed to realize Prada was injured behind a joke. Similarly, the one secret that still makes Prada silent. Sans is more than curious. Between friends who live one roof for their entire lives, there is never a secret limit. How much do things that Prada harbored to fret if Sans knows it?

Sans and Prada sit opposite Shara separated by a wooden canteen table. End of month the canteen is empty. Seen only a few creatures in uniform that eat the dish. For example, Beautya and her accomplice, are creatures with money that are not shaken by economic crisis. But the view of the three-day cafeteria will again resemble a vegetable market sale sale sale because the calendar is sure to switch on a fresh start.

"Hanna, you're getting pretty! What beautiful aura is increasingly burning because it is close to the enchanting Prada?" gombal Prada begins the drama.

Shara's ears twitched. "I'm Shara, Prapto!" whispered.

Luckily the volume of Prada's voice was still under control so that it was not caught hearing creatures other than the three of them.

Prada closed her lips.

Sans poked his lips refused.

Prada glanced at the cynical Sans. "Why? Sobbed? Not arrested! Please laugh hard until satisfied!"

Sans pressed Prada's forehead with one index finger, "Misput the name! You idiot!"

Prada shook his head quickly. "Ti .. no! You heard wrong! Shara's been getting pretty lately."

Sans who growled swept palms on the surface of Prada's facial skin. Sans hopes that the slightly short-lived Prada can return to normalcy. While Prada felt humiliated because it was too late to dodge.

Shara knocked on the table a few times. "We're here to fill our stomachs so stop your madness for a moment, Prada."

Prada propped her chin looking at Shara. "Come, we'll have another dinner like that beautiful night." prada went crazy.

Shara glanced at Sans who seemed to be circulating her gaze to every corner of the canteen. When their gazes met, Shans faintly nodded.

Shara's lips curved sideways before looking back at the lazy Prada. The girl chose to cool her throat with a cold lemon in front of her eyes.

A pair of blonde eyebrows moved up and down. "How is my dear, my beautiful, my sweet?" prada Urge.

Shara was tired. "No to month-end promo food low price under ten thousands ."

"If Princess Shara wants to be a loyal FRIEND, I will provide a special menu of international class" Prada said.

Shara grinned amusedly. "Friend? Aren't we friends from childhood?"

"BABY means ... I hope to receive my love!" prada chirps loud to jerk the calm of other residents.

Not only Beautya and her group, even Hanna who had just stepped on the floor of the canteen, was stunned. Beutya glanced at Prada for a moment before bellowing unconcernedly. He and his loyal followers were again engrossed in talking about the ugliness of ordinary students. Lucky the school authorities this second did not act.

Sans and Shara patted the forehead in unison.

Sans's lips approached Prada's earlobe. "You are stupid! Please be aware," he whispered honestly.

A pair of Shara eye seeds glared no less furious.

A pair of Sans palms gripped both of Prada's jaws before twisting them in a semicircle.

Prada and Hanna's gaze clashed. A pair of Hanna's eyebrows sagged while Prada nearly sobbed. Prada's lips should be rehabilitated before speaking to the interlocutor.

Prada's head again shook the table. His erect and tall nose was flushed. I don't know why the day was as chaotic as the traces left by the tornado. Clambered. Messy. Spatter.

"If you want to make a show do not overdo it. That's the result if you follow too much drama series mother-mak." talk Sans slowly. "Talk properly enough. Let them assume for themselves."

Prada folded his arms over his head.

While Hanna remained unmoved on her footing until D dragged her right arm. Hanna dodged from that grasp. He refused his best friend's invitation.

D frowned in surprise at Hanna who was suddenly agitated.

"Sorry D, I'm going to the restroom for a second. You order first yes. I'm asking you to order some cold tea" Hanna said.

D raise your thumb before choosing an empty spot. Hanna hurried to leave the canteen. His eyes could not hold the pain any longer if he caught Prada's shadow.

On the other hand Prada is still lying on the surface of the table. Sans and Shara exchanged glances before looking at Prada pitya.

Sans patted Prada's back hard. "It's better to go back to class than lament yourself here. Shame on both of us."

Shara shook her head slowly.

Prada got up and straightened his back. The tan parasites look crumpled reddish. A pair of blue eyes were heating up. Many times his fingers pressed the corner of the eye as if to drive the rate of water from there.

Shara tilted her head. "Prada, let's get out of here!"

Prada is still flinching. The young man was like being imprisoned in his own gloom. Either the sound from outside was able to penetrate his consciousness or not.

Sans sighed heavily before moving on. "We split in different directions" he said.

Shara nodded in understanding. Before moving from her position, Shara put her hand to shake Prada's shoulder. But the strange creature was without reaction. By the time Prada awakens, his two best friends have disappeared. Even the scent of perfume was not sniffed anymore.

Prada. His body rose and then hurried to leave the canteen bench. Prada stepped random. I don't know where the legs are anchored.

Prada turns in the toilet hallway. After flushing his head with fresh water, Prada re-collaps the male toilet door leaf. Prada deliberately let his body re-explore the toilet passageway. Her blue irises were circulating around every corner towards the ladies' toilets. Prada is not a spy, only a young man whose retina is arid when he does not catch someone's shadow.

Prada caught a shadow after turning from the toilet. Prada followed him step by step without roaring. His feet swung calmly across the row of X classrooms. Until the object stopped in front of the very end of the room bordering the second floor stairs. He closed his steps when he met a young man

Prada held back his steps behind the bodies of some of the son students who were engrossed in jokes. His body was disguised by the wide-bodied underclassmen.

Prada rolled his eyes tired of having to go back to hearing the same name chanted.

"Elang, want to go back to class?" greet Hanna.

Exotic lips Curved eagle. "Yes," he replied. "But if Hanna has any intention of chatting while waiting for the bell to enter the classroom, I will delay my plans."

Hanna patted the chest of the short Eagle. "Elang always knew I needed something."

Prada grinned with nausea. His tongue was sticking out as if he was going to vomit.

The eagle patted Hanna's crown. "Come, say! What do you want?"

Hanna looked embarrassed. "I want help, Eagle!"

Prada was glued to his hiding place. Hanna's sentence slapped her towards the incident a week ago. A similar question Hanna asked him.

Eagle nodded.

"I really need you. I want you with me, Eagle! Can you fulfill it?"

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