HAPPY IS LIGHT

Wound Circle

Sans stepped leisurely on the first floor passageway. The dark backpack clutched tightly onto his wide back. Both of his arms embraced the pile of foreign-language science materials.

The top primadona of the school is beautiful, calm in its stead without indulging in charm. His smile was expensive. But all pairs of eyes are unable to resist its beauty.

The clattering of Sans shoes crossed dozens of other students. The chest of the field seemed increasingly firm behind the suit. A pair of clear dark eyes highlighted his goal which was at the end of the passageway. The aligned motion of a pair of limbs accelerated as the greater the shadow of the library on its retina.

Sans' index finger that was about to caress the doorknob restrained a light pat on his shoulder. Sans looked quickly. The beautiful girl's shadow greeted her vision.

"What are you doing?" sans asked politely and calmly.

The molek girl grabbed Sans' arm. "There's something important I want to talk to you about."

Sans shed a soft hand grip on his arm. "Please!"

The girl like an imaginary doll closes the gap between the two so that two high shoulders intersect each other.

Sans shifted his legs. Raganya. His heart reached a boiling point. But the handsome has been adept at managing anger. His face remained as calm as the water in the pool.

"But not here, Sans." whined the spoiled girl

Sans raised his eyebrows. "Then where?"

Beautya, a name that is compatible with her exotic paras ayu. A pair of dark irises inhabit the wide eyelids. A tiny nose that teases a man's fingers to nudge. Almost all of Adam looked at his face. A doll prints the dreams of a million women in the skeleton of a real-world girl. Everything that is near perfect on the famous doll is owned by Beautya.

"We're talking in the school garden."

Sans glanced at the time pointer on his left wrist then nodded in agreement, "Alright. I had less than thirty minutes before the science teaching team came to the library."

Beautya guides Sans's steps away from the hallway and onto the school garden path. The lips of the beautya are not completely curled sweetly along the path to the park. They both go hand in hand. The girl's hand lightly stroked Sans's suit sleeve several times. He was able to cultivate the friendly impression of both. But Sans shrewdly dodged. His feet always increase the distance.

The lips of Beautiful. "Sans, you don't like being close to me, do you?"

Sans shook his head in his steadfast footsteps.

Beautya keeps her leg movements. "Why always stay away?"

Sans gave a long sigh. "You see, right? I brought a stack of books. I'm afraid that if we touch, this pile will collapse and scatter on the grass."

Beautya's neck rotates observing the neat rows of moist garden grass because it was drizzled this afternoon.

Sans had no intention of following the girl's gaze for a second.

Beautya's finger pointed at the empty bench near the fish pond, "Come, we're sitting there!"

Sans replied with silence. The direction of his steps followed Beautya who had reached the bench first.

Beautya landed her sitting bone followed by Sans. The thick stack of college-level books became the limiter of both. Sans naively built a separation between them.

Beautya frowned in annoyance. But as hard as possible to publish cheerful.

Sans' legs rest on each other. His gaze was straight without focus. It does not appear to be breathing creatures other than them because the school hours have ended when the scorching sun a few moments ago. Only the high shadow of the school fence was imprinted within his eyes. But his thoughts reflected something else.

Beautya. His lips were stunned by the shine of the face of the young man like a diamond struck by the twilight. The line of the sculptured face of Sang Maha Kuasa is so beautiful accompanied by sweat grains that reflect the glare of the afternoon sun.

Sans's view didn't shift. "Then what's important to talk about? Sorry, I don't have much time."

"Maybe it's not important to you but it's important to me."

Sans. Brow shriveling.

"I saw that during this school you were only seen with Prada and Shara. Don't you want to be friends with others?"

Sans turned back to the guardrail of the school courtyard by the highway.

Sans took in air slowly before starting to argue. "I'm not actually shutting myself off from anyone. Prada and Shara knew me before we entered kindergarten. So they understand how I am."

One of Beautya's calves is focused on the other calf. He said, "You don't seem to allow anyone else to get close to you. Like building an invisible fortress."

Sans giggled lightly. "Who said? I'm open to being friends with anyone. It's just that I didn't know they were capable of surviving or not."

"You mean by holding on?" ask Beautya curiously.

Sans gave a long sigh. "I'm not a friendly person who is good at chatting with the other person."

Beautya felt relaxed diving into their conversation.

"Then what now? You can have a long chat with me." the beauty said.

Sans shook his head. "Because you asked me to answer. That's all."

Beautya swapped her position with a pile of science prints. Now their bodies are only separated as the air moves.

"That means I can be friends with you?" tanyanya.

Beautifula thought hard. "When friendly how?" bargaining straightforward.

Sans folded his arms. Next to his face was looking.

"How's it?" reas Beautya gives an offer.

"It doesn't matter we're friendly but...."

Beautya. "But what?"

Sans smiled faintly. "The term friendship exists if the relationship of friends has been deep. Fostered with mutual respect, support, respect and help. Even to altriusme."

Her beauty puffed her cheeks. "You're too complicated."

Sans shook his head. "Not really."

Beautya unyielding to pry the description. "What about the couple?"

Sans was silent for a moment before returning up and down a pair of straight shoulders.

"Are you not interested in having a partner?"

Sans stroked the tip of her firm nose. "We're still a dozen years old. Why think of a couple? Destiny to the pelaminan is still a long way away."

"It can be to be a lover or a girlfriend, right? So that we can get motivation in learning." said Beautya abstain from extinguishing.

Sans coughed small. Honestly, his throat misses the rain of mineral water.

Beautya pats Sans' back slowly. But Sans dodged awkwardly.

"What I have in mind is achieving my dreams and my future. I haven't been able to imagine anything else."

Beautya. "Didn't your future look bright? Sans is the sole heir to the business and Ken's big name."

Sans leaned his back on the bench. "That's only in your estimation. The future is still a mystery to us. We never know what's going to happen. Don't pin your hopes on anything that's on this earth."

Her beauty held her lips that were about to burst. "You look like an old man. Then what would you do if it didn't depend on the family's wealth?"

"Honestly, in the meantime I'm depending on the parents. But I rest my hope on the Almighty. My duty is always to strive and pray with all my heart."

The more Sans thought, Beautya accepted the young man's principle. An unusual maturity is ingrained in the mind of a young man of the year.

Suppose Beautya agrees on how to assume Sans. "You have no intention of finding a partner at this time. You are also not interested in having a boyfriend or girlfriend. Means the way I'm right to touch your heart."

Sans's forehead frowned.

Jemari Beautya intertwined. "I'm right to ask you for your help, to get you to meet your parents to discuss our matchmaking."

The wrinkles on Sans' forehead are getting sharper. "Stupid?"

The head of the dress is moving vertically. "We're just waiting for the good news of our engagement."

Sans wiped the sweat that ran along his temple. The ration's starting to get mismatched. Sans remained silent for a while slightly dampening the rumbling sound of his chest. The sudden shock that stung his soul ached. But Sans abstained from excessive facial water.

Sans. His arm reached back and clutched the stack of books. "As far as you want to do what. Do what you want to do. I don't have time anymore."

Beautya following Sans moved from her position. "Where are you going?"

Sans twisted his body. Her broad back faces Beautya.

"It seems like your question does not need me to answer because you have confiscated my schedule and precious time this afternoon." said Sans coldly

Beautya was only astonished.Sans sentence was so frozen that he was able to uphold the fur of his romance.

Her beauty offended Sans' back. "I still want to talk to you."

Sans swung one step forward, dodging any caresses on his body. "I've captured the gist of your conversation."

Beauty's face disappointed. "But Sans...."

Sans added a gap between them. "I'll excuse you." The fare is short.

Beautiful is tired. He was no longer able to hold Sans with him any longer. A pair of dark irises is only able to highlight the dampa on the back that is getting away.

On the other hand, a pair of ears caught the conversation clearly from behind one of the big trees in the school garden.

The figure's lips trembled as it could not resist the tear spills.

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