HAPPY IS LIGHT

Your brother Debarku 2

The petite eyelids on their backs in the hospital room bed begin to twitch lightly before opening slowly. The girl's eyes adjust the exposure of the patient's hospital room and pain in her temples.

The girl's eyeballs rotated around her which was dominated only by rows of pure white curtains. Until the clear ash iris is anchored on the figure of a tall young man clad in a high neck knit sweater and dark jeans.

The golden-haired man's back was facing Hanna.

"Boss, I'm sorry! I'll probably be home in the middle of the night" he said softly to a flat object in his hand.

The two-way communication device was so warm it stuck to the young man's earlobe.

The young man rattled his blonde hair. "I can't tell you on the phone, boss. I'm in the hospital!"

Hanna was only able to stare at that back with the rest of the energy present.

The blonde boy shook his head quickly. "No, Boss! I'm doing fine. I'm waiting for Hanna, Boss. He was sprained and fainted. No one's coming."

The voice across from the blonde's communication device skyrocketed. The young man immediately added the ear span with the earpiece.

The blond's polite words began to fade with emotion. "But Sans, I can't possibly do it right now. You better meet Shara yourself. I beg your understanding!"

The young man's golden mane is getting more and more random. His breath is hunting for anger.

"Sans, I didn't have the heart to leave Hanna alone with the little Marconah. This hospital could explode!"

Hanna held her smile back with all her might.

The blonde almost threw his only means of communication. But his common sense still works to withstand the hot steam from the crown.

"If you can't get out of the house without me, just cancel your date!" firmly the blonde at the forcing sound from the end of his dress.

Hanna is still faithful to be a connoisseur of drama in front of him.

The blonde pulls the drug-scented oxygen around her before throwing her off. "What's? I'm gonna get fired? Why do you always choose at a time like this to pose a threat?"

Hanna's pale smile faded hearing the blonde's desperate voice.

"I'm not messing around in the guy.." The blondie's sentence isn't perfect should be paused by the stubborn one across the street. "All right .. all right!"

The blonde's breathing is hunting. "You meet every day, boss! Canceling a date just once isn't a big deal, is it?"

The blonde's left hand clenched furiously received an unreasonable rebuttal from her employer who had been blinded by romance.

"Okay, I lose and will always lose!" pissed off the blonde. "Give me a minute! I'll be home by eight o'clock at night."

Hanna immediately pulled back her eye screen until it was tight for a moment before the blonde twisted her body. The young man approached the little girl who lay deep on the surface of the hospital bed.

The blonde put her sitting bones on the side of the bed. Right next to a tiny, deep body in a warm blanket.

Her blue iris highlighted the beautiful level that was so stout. "Hanna, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you by following you secretly. I just don't want to show myself. I'm afraid you hate me even more."

The blonde grabbed Hanna's fingers in her wide arms.

The sound of the curtain blasting slapped the sentimental aura within that narrow room. The blonde was surprised. The parasite turned to look at the appearance of the tomboyish girl grimacing awkwardly on the verge of the curtain.

The blonde waved her hand. "You're here!"the blonde orders seriously.

Marco approached the blonde timidly. His head was only lowered when faced with the blonde.

"Where are you from?' ask the blonde quickly.

Marco's head went deeper. "Find dinner, Brother Prada! Hungry hasn't eaten since afternoon!"

Both Prada's arms clasped furiously. "You are.... Why are the nights passing by the grave? Said the eagle you're just going to take the cooking!"

Marco held his breath. He looked up for a moment. "Because the ingredients are next to the grave."

"Through the road, Marconah! Is there no way?"

Marcobah's head bends back. "Street far away, brother!" answer is lirih

"If the road is far away, you can go to that place after school!" cut high-pitched Prada.

Marco chose to be silent. If he opens his voice again, Prada will get even more angry.

Prada stretched out her index finger. "Or you can replace the main ingredient. You can talk to other members of the group, right?"

Marco was forced to understand.

"It would be like this if you forced your will! Someone is hurt!"

Marco gulped.

Prada turned back to Hanna. Blood pressure that almost surpassed the crown is now shrinking down.

"Have you, Brother Prada?" chirp Marco suddenly.

Prada glanced at the ferocious. "What has it been?"

"The anger." Marco answered without sin.

Prada's teeth were grinding. "You still want to be scolded?"

Marco nodded while playing his fingers.

Prada raised his eyebrows.

"When I was scolded by my handsome brother, I felt that there was a strange wave.... Like a soap opera on television where the main role of a fierce man is always angry at the main role of women. At the end of the scene they fall in love with each other." Marco said overconfidently.

Prada slapped his own forehead. Looks like tonight the pink virus has been infecting in all directions. It takes a tough vaccine as a protector of the heart and immunity of the soul.

Marco covered his lips. "Life is like a drama-filled soap opera. It's possible that the beautiful story of soap operas became real today."

Prada nibbled his temple. "Tonight there were a lot of crazy people. The insolent employer is crazy. This pack micin even got hallucinations," he chirped.

Hanna who has been strong enough to hold her shoulders, can no longer fight the flow of comedy drama. The laughter of the audience is like a great compliment to the perpetrators. Like Hanna who suddenly chuckles watching the fresh humor between Prada and Marco.

Prada was aghast to tiptoe from his position. While Marco glares.

Prada upright on the edge of the patient's bed. "So you're conscious?"

Hanna gave a smile and then nodded slowly.

Prada folded his arms irritated. "I worried about your condition until I went berserk with the slebor. You wake up and hear everything?"

Hanna nodded back.

Prada's sharp gaze drew out Hanna's retina mercilessly until the sound of the foot's clattering rapidly scattered Prada's focus.

The figure of a mature man in a pastel shirt slashed through the curtain of the room before rushing over to Hanna. His sturdy arm immediately grabbed the sleeping princess.

Prada stepped back. His heart frowned refusing to understand the drama in front of him. A handsome man with an established age carving burns Prada's curious soul. Skin's pale. Paras is the masterpiece of the Creator. Nose defiant, eyes shining and lips thin mouth tantalizing. Prada is only able to suppress emotions in the heart. I don't know why that ordinary girl is always surrounded by special men.

Not yet had time to get rid of the Eagle, Arco the young manager of the bakery sticking out to the surface of the earth and now the mature man came.

Prada's hands clenched furiously as the former's petite face leaned against the chest of the man who seemed to be indulging in hope.

Marco walked over to Prada.

The man pigtailed back to position Hanna's body on the bed.

Prada and Marco faithfully flinch. They just exchanged glances.

The grown man turned to Marco. "Now what are you doing, Marconah?"

Marco was scared.

The man turned to Hanna. The long strands dangling on his face were drenched by sweat droplets.

"Hanna, I told you not to be with Marco often. She's a girl's a bitch. You'll be following the koplak!" cerocos the man.

The corner of Prada's lips lifted in relief. "Sister?" I don't know who.

"Yes, she's Hanna's older sister. His name is Hanry." whispered Marco.

Hanna got up. Her back was leaning on the hospital bed. "Sister, we're one group in exculpation. So it's impossible we're not together."

Hanry's eyes were aiming at Marco. Her pantofel shoes eroded the distance with the tomboy.

Marco looked.

"If planning something should be considered good bad. Why not find easy materials? Or why not take the normal road?" angry Hanry.

Marco held happily in his lips. Debaran is echoing in the chest.

Emotions Hanry eruption reached ubun-ubun. "Why smile?" jolt Hanry.

Marconah's smile was getting free. "No, Brother! I'm just confused because tonight there are two handsome men scolding me. My head is dizzy to choose who to end my soul mate later."

Marco's long paragraph instantly pushed the tiptoed Prada away from him. He hurried offending Hanna's bed.

"What do you mean there are two? Who's one?" snapped Hanry.

Marco soars in excitement. "Ciee, Brother Hanry is jealous of Marco, right?"

The fighting episode between Hanry and Marco is still ongoing. Reply and throw the sentence reluctantly finished. The grumpy Hanry did not want to lose to the overconfident Marco. The more Hanry rises, the more soaring Marco's sizzle that passes through the pulse.

Prada and Hanna glanced at each other.

"Sister Prada." call Hanna, "Thank you for taking me to the hospital. Brother Prada better get home. Sans must be worried about you!"

Prada rolled her eyeballs, "Sans? Worried me?"

Hanna nodded.

"Imust be!"

"Sister Sans must be worried that Kak Prada is not going to pick up Kak Shara immediately" explained Hanna slowly.

Prada inhales the voracious scented medicated air before throwing it off quickly. "I'm sorry, Hanna!"

Sudden situation.

Hanna shakes. "Sister Prada why apologize?"

"I've always hurt you" Prada said.

Hanna grabbed Prada's fingers. "I don't hate, Brother Prada. Maybe it's our destiny to not be together."

Prada tightens his fingers. "But I don't want to be like that."

"What's wrong with you guys?"

The voice of a third-party man was like a blast of air at the north pole. Both hands were torn off. Prada and Hanna turned to look at the two lives who were staring suspiciously.

Prada and Hanna agreed to shake their heads in silence.

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