HAPPY IS LIGHT

Wound Circle 2

Shara lightly marathons down every corner of the now deserted school. A quiet afternoon accompanied by a breeze of moving air. Classroom row XII is silent without occupants. No breathing creature came into contact with him.

His feet went down the stairs to the second floor. None of his contemporaries could be seen on his nose. Where there may be strange creatures who feel at home languishing in class without any real cause.

Now Shara's legs explore the neatly lined hallways of classroom X. His eyeballs pierced one by the clear glass windows of the rooms. The conclusion received is no different from the room that was two levels before. The classroom is only filled with stifling air.

Shara's steps lead to several buildings hiding behind the school's main building. The search starts from a tennis court covered only in dry foliage. Shara had to pass by swallowing her mouth. Next goal is a quiet basketball court. Not caught the eardrum once the sound of the ball reflection on the floor. The proof only adds to the upset. Shara only found solitude as she peered inside.

The swimming pool area became the last building that became Asa Shara. His steps approached the main gate of the swimming pool.

Shara. His fingers trembled as the fence shifted from within before it could be touched.

Shara took several steps back to make room for someone who was crossing the doorway. Moments later appeared the figure of a tall young man clad in a t-shirt and cargo pants of responsibility. Streams of water trickled down from the ends of his gravity-defying hair. A dark backpack rests on his shoulder.

Shara reached into the young man's hands. "Prada, I'm looking for you everywhere!"

Prada was taken in for sudden treatment. "Sans has Olympic training guidance in the library. Whereas I was just convicted of helping the school guard clean the swimming pool for falling asleep during a physics lesson."

Shara shakes. His blood-red eyeballs stared at Prada.

Prada panicked instantly. "What's going on, Shara?"

Shara slammed into Prada's chest. Salty liquid spilled flooded the young man's casual T-shirt.

Prada pats Shara's tubers. "Say what's wrong?"

Shara. "Sans .. she...."

Prada unravels Shara's arms from her chest. "Say! Why Sans? What happened to Sans? Is Sans having a bad thing? He's fine, right?" the question is asking questions.

Shara nodded quickly several times to quell Prada's panic that exceeded Shara's emotions.

Prada gave a long sigh. He immediately threw out his pair of stocky hands from Shara's shoulder.

Shara's gaze sharpened. "We need to talk right now!" bring him.

Prada nodded without asking again.

They immediately approached an iron bench that was stretched on one side of the outer wall of the pool divider. Casual benches are usually crowded with residents during the afternoon break.

They land the bones sitting in the middle of the bench.

Shara started the conversation. "Do you have any interest after this?"

Prada nodded after glancing at his watch. "A further quarter of an hour there's a foreign language tutoring across from the school."

Shara's two palms squeezed each other in dismay. "Is there anything you know about Sans that I don't know?"

There was a slight pause before Prada replied. "Many!"

Shara's eyeballs are getting hotter. "What the hell is that? Tell me what Sans is hiding from me? Tell me the truth!"

Prada raised his eyebrows in wonder. "What's Sans hiding?"

The virus in wonder turned on Shara. His forehead wiggling.

"What do you mean Shara?" tanya Prada.

Shara pinched the sleeve of Prada's shirt. "Wait on! What do you mean by a lot?"

Prada was loud. "Mahara ... Shara, you are ridiculous. Sans is a guy and you're a girl. There is clearly a lot to hide."

Shara pulls strong Prada shirt sleeve. Those reddened eyes were shrouded in anger.

"Look.." started Prada telling stories while stretching out his palms. "First. Sans it though like a prince if his sleep of fondness instantly faded. Similar buffalo snoring almost fell in the well. The noise beats a wooden saw machine."

Prada's index finger appears when the other fingers sink.

Shara gaping. "What?"

Prada's right arm rests on the left. "Yes it is. If I tell you, I've spread the disgrace of the master."

Shara nodded quickly. "Not that problem! There's a more emergency problem!"

Prada scratched the back of his still-wet head. "What else, huh?" his question called out to his own memory.

Shara waited anxiously.

Prada stuck out two fingers. "Second one! I can't explain because you're not mahrom! It concerns the physique of Sans who is so well trained and stocky...."

Shara grabbed the dry foliage nearby and stuffed the lips of Prada honey. Prada who was opening his voice tasted the bitter taste of organic waste on his tongue.

Prada spouted out trash from his mouth full of emotion. "What are you doing?" tanyanya.

Shara held out her two palms. "Who told you to talk perverted?"

Prada got upset from his seat. "You first asked about Sans' secret. Everything that's on a man can't be known to a woman unless they're married."

Shara follows Prada's moves. "That's not what I mean, Prada!"

Prada brushed the fingers on her hair backwards. "Then what?"

Shara shook Prada's arm. "Is it true that Sans has already betrothed his father?"

Shara is back to demand a reply. "Say, Prada! What does your silence mean justifying my prejudice?"

Prada dispelled the grip on his arm. "No ... no! I was just thinking where did you come to such a conclusion. Even Sans never told me anything. Whether or not I can't comment."

Shara's breathing seems to narrow with the pressure of tears that are difficult to contain. The fist of the girl was rubbing her flooded eyeballs accompanied by lip stuffing.

Prada. "Calm down, Shara! Please calm down and tell me slowly!" begingly.

Shara drowned her head in a bow. The parasite hides from Prada's probing gaze.

"Tell me one by one, okay!"

Nodding the head of Shara understood Prada. "I just saw Sans and Beautya talking together in the school garden. Beautya says she has asked her father to discuss matchmaking with Sans' father."

Benak Prada explored the memories of a few nights ago. Prada bears witness to Sans' matchmaking discourse with the daughter of a close friend of Marino Ken. To be honest Prada hesitated, Beautya was the figure that became the core of the conversation of two middle-aged men at that time. Prada's intuition was sure that the exposure of the figure of Sans' future mate was another girl.

"Are you sure?"

Shara's palms clasped each other. "Yes, very clear."

Prada's palm offended Shara's shoulder. "If there has been no official announcement in the media about their engagement, let's just say you've only heard the wind."

"But Prada ... Beautya is the daughter of a family of international education foundation owners in many cities in the country. One of them is our school. Their match is probably right."

Prada pats Shara's shoulder trying to dampen the wild prejudice in the girl's mind. Prada who hopes the whining of the friend subsides actually faces a different reality. Shara's scream of sadness exploded. The girl's arms are mixed in Prada's body. Catch it without a crack.

Prada's face is illegible. His heart should have flowered like no distance from a near-perfect girl like Shara. But the atmosphere in the chest feels flat is nothing special.

Prada's arms hang only on two sides of his body. Unsuitable desire to reciprocate the embrace. He simply patted the tip of Shara's head to comfort lara.

While the exkul room of the gourmet had just been empty a few minutes ago. Its members scatter to welcome the windy afternoon air. In the seconds along the foyer of the excrement rooms clean of the hustle and bustle of students leaving D who was accompanying the steps terseok Hanna.

D looked at the friend. Next to the white feet smooth with shoes and next to it wrapped in elastic bandages supported by rubber sandals.

D led Hanna over to the bench of the tennis court. Hanna breathed a mouthful after securing her body on the seat.

D grabbed his personal device from behind his school blazer bag. His thumb began to surf on the flat glass surface. His intention was to suppress Hanna's screeching-restrained call.

"Who did you call?"

D's cheeks and ears intersect with his gawai. "Elang, I want him to pick you up!"

Hanna moved her wrist. "Don't! Eagles have special training to face the final round of the karate tournament soon."

D keep the ear away from hearing. "But Hanna.." D's rebuttal cut off Hanna's voice.

"I'm fine! I have been resting at home for three days. I just feel tired from a slightly different street style."

D undo his intention of asking someone for help. He kept the locked device back in its original place.

D approached Hanna. Hand stretched.

Hanna. His body slowly relied on the D arm on his shoulder.

"Then we go home, yeah! I'll drive you home." take D "Meet Kak Prada next time." she suggested.

Hanna shakes. "I'd like to meet him and hand over our cooking this afternoon as a thank you."

D swept over Hanna's sweaty forehead. "You're tired of Hanna. Your leg condition doesn't allow us to go around."

"We're not going around" Hanna argued. "Saying classmate Kak Prada, he was in the swimming pool was punished for helping the guard because he overslept at the last hour."

D nodded in agreement. "Okay, the pool's not far from here. We'll be there soon!"

D slowly guide Hanna's heavy steps. After they crossed the tennis court, the firmness of the basketball hall greeted their vision. They continued to drive away from the basketball building until the shadow of the swimming pool barrier wall reflected on their retinas.

The scene in front of the pool wall held back his second step. They were just silent without being able to speak.

Once again Hanna was hurt. A pair of ash eyes stared at the two lovebirds who were sharing a embrace. Until the blue of the sea the young man met the eyes of ashes full of grief.

The blue sea was shocked. His heart wanted to dart over to Hanna but his body was only fixed on his footing.

Hanna swept a clear drop that stuck out the corner of her eye.

Prada's neat teeth line is grinding. She was furious with herself who could only incise a wound on Hanna.

D. looked. "Hanna, are you okay?"

Hanna nodded.

D grabbed Hanna's shoulder. "Although we only idolize them, it still hurts to see them."

Hanna did not respond to D. His hand pulled a medium-sized cup of pudding from inside his sling bag. Then put it on the side of the road.

View D follows Hanna's movements. "Why banished?"

Raga Hanna turned her back on the cause of the heartache. "Let's eat the ants' dinner together."

Hanna's answer sounded funny but with a sad mimic.

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