HAPPY IS LIGHT

Wound Circle 3

Prada crossed the classroom doorway moments after the break bell rang. The starving residents of his class have thronged the second-floor hallway leaving only Sans who is still as upright as the national monument on his bench. His body collided with a pile of mounting science material. But a pair of charcoal slices just closed. He did not fall asleep just dispelling fatigue.

Mr Irvance's international language teacher held off Prada's move which had touched the floor of the XI class hallway.

Prada turned his head after his full name was finished being shouted. His body was nailing on his footing. The small thump built up panic in his chest. Is there a sharp drop in the value of foreign languages this time?

Mr. Irvance rushed after Prada.

Prada just faithfully flinched and nibbled at the edge of her lips. A pair of blue sea circulates uneasily. As if waiting for the judge's verdict.

Mr. Irvance patted Prada's shoulder softly. "I really appreciate your efforts this time."

A relieved aura blows fresh through Prada's body. But the blonde young man was not yet sensitive. Prada's lips only gap with bulging eyes.

Mr. Irvance giggled small. "Prada, immediately get over your face that looks like a credit biller. I'm not judging you for being late."

Prada stuttering. He scratched his neck in the wrong manner.

"I'm proud of you Pradana Ultinos. This two-month daily English review value is second best after Sans."

Prada. This moment of confusion changed the smile that developed. The light aura of the surroundings permeated his entire body.

Prada grabbed Mr. Irvance's hand and then placed the solemn touch on his forehead.

Mr. Irvance patted Prada lightly on the shoulder. "Finally your handsome bule face is capable of foreign language."

Prada giggles small. "All thanks to Mr. Irvance who never tired remind me. I only understand school materials. In conversation, I am still stiff. But I will keep trying. I'm so grateful to you."

Foreign language teachers nodded slowly. "You can follow the experience of one of your favorite foreign languages. There you will exchange knowledge with the seniors."

Prada's lips are getting bigger. "Thank you, Mr. Irvance! I'll consider it."

Mr. Irvance's lips curled wisely before passing in the opposite direction to Prada's.

Prada's body pulled over on the outer wall of the classroom. Its broad back intersects with the damp aroma of wall paint. His right fingers stirred his dark suit pocket until he took out a secondhand from there.

Prada fixated on a clear object resembling a tube and decorated with fine scratches at some corners. The cup's shape is no longer smooth. Maybe because some days inhabit a pocket of Prada's tight suit.

Another figure followed. His back stroked the same soft wall right on the right side of the friend. Prada turned his head for a moment to the beautiful man who decomposed before returning to his daydreams.

Sans folded his arms. "Why keep the junk?"

Prada replies to his best friend with silence.

Sans alludes to Prada's ribs. "Come, man! Don't steal my character."

Prada held back the capacity of his lungs that felt narrow and then released carbon dioxide slowly.

Sans frowned in wonder. Prada the comedian suddenly as cold as the north pole. The warmth of his aura, which had always been a magnet for animate beings, suddenly disappeared.

Prada stroked the corner of his eye. "I can't help it if I answer."

The blonde walked away from the wall and prepared to pass. But Sans' grip undoes Prada's steps.

Prada glanced at his arm for a moment before shifting his gaze at the perpetrator.

Sans loosened his fingers on Prada's arm. "Sorry! I understand you want to be alone."

Prada nodded slowly before swinging a hasty step along the second-floor passageway.

Sans stared at his friend's strapping back, which became more and more faint and disappeared after descending the stairs.

While in another part of the school, the Eagle guides Hanna's steps toward the central park bench. The central school park is surrounded by three-story educational buildings. Then she led Hanna's tiny body in a comfortable position on the surface of the iron bench. There are no visible creatures other than them in the central garden. Rarely do we tire of the park. The reason is that the solar rays without shields directly warm the creatures standing there. Warmth without pause will incarnate the ferocity of daylight.

The eagle put his body on Hanna's side without any gaps. The sun seemed to have become a good character of both.

The sweet young man lowered his head, observing the tip of the black pantofel shoe. "Hanna, I'm sorry! These few days you've been having trouble because of me."

Hanna let out her breath slowly. "No! That's not true. The eagle is busy preparing for the final and I'm forcing you to help out in the gourmet practice."

The eagle folded his arms. "I also made one more mistake asking Prada for help that afternoon."

Hanna turned her head then rejected Eagle's regretful statement. "Elang and Kak Prada only intend to help. I don't blame you guys. Maybe Marco was too determined to ignore the safety of the group."

The eagle is pinching its temple. "You two cowards dare venture into the tomb of night."

Hanna smiled gently. "We're not going to do that anymore. Because we've been allowed to take the materials at any time."

The Eagle fingers offended Hanna's shoulder plan. "Thank God! Looks like I can accompany your group at the teen cooking contest. Because karate tournaments are held a week before."

A pair of Hanna's ash eyes sparkled in despair. "I'm glad to hear it, Eagle!"

The bright brown iris Eagle glanced at the time pointer within his left wrist. "Time to rest is still good." he chirped. "I'll buy a cold drink for a while in the cafeteria."

Hanna nodded slowly. The eyeballs of his ashes circulated following the movements of the Eagle that rose from his seat. The young man waved lightly before rushing over to the foyer of the school building and disappearing into the corner.

Hanna enjoys the warm sun. Both of his eyelids narrowed holding back his bright sparkle. The students were still passing by in the park surrounding the school grounds. Some of them were joking with close friends and some were speeding up in laughter.

The sound of the friction of footwear and short grasses disturbed Hanna's preoccupation. Paras Hanna looks behind the park bench.

"Elang, you've been able to.." Hanna's sentence was decapitated before it was perfect. His lips docked when the retina caught another sighting.

The tall golden-striped youth held back his steps for a moment. "May I sit there?"

Hanna held her breath. His eyes followed the young man's index finger at an empty crack right by Hanna's side.

Hanna's lips twitched. "Ta .. but...."

"Just a minute." she said briefly reassuringly.

Hanna hesitated.

The blonde stepped slowly towards the empty gap at Hanna's side then secured her sitting bone on the iron surface.

The fresh scent of male cologne breaks through Hanna's sense of smell. The girl was only able to poke a short blade of grass under her footwear.

Prada's view. "I'm not long."

Hanna nodded in silence.

Prada turned his face to the girl next to him. "I just want to thank you for making food yesterday afternoon."

Hanna frowned "But I gave you nothing."

Prada giggles small. "I'm sorry, I mean I took ant rations on the side of the road. But that doesn't mean I hurt them."

Hanna's forehead is getting wrinkled.

"I get rid of the little friends who are already full. Than those little soldiers stomachache I'd better take my share."

Hanna chuckled at Prada's childish explanation.

Prada gave a long sigh. "It's been a while since you could laugh like that."

Hanna smelled a smile.

Prada fingers clutching Hanna's tiny hands. "There's something I need to get straight."

Hanna's chest clashed like a cannon seed that was launched. The cold sweaty tiny fingers immediately dodged Prada's soft squeeze.

Hanna. "Ten ... about what, Brother Prada?"

Disappointed in the heart of Prada. He immediately hid his hands in his pants pocket.

"About what you saw that afternoon in front of the school's pool gate."

Hanna patterning. His head immediately shook. "No need, brother! Whatever the truth is not related to me."

Prada insists. "But I feel you should know."

Hanna firmly refused. "Don't try to build up another despair, Brother Prada! We have nothing to do. All this time my feelings were one-sided. Brother Prada never revealed anything and seemed to provide a broad hope."

Prada swept the sweat that ran down his face. "I feel like I should say it even if you don't want to hear anymore."

Hanna's hands were clasped with anger. As his body energy rose from the park bench and tiptoed leaving Prada without a word.

Prada. His tall body rushed after the exhausted Hanna with his legs yet to fully recover.

Suddenly Hanna's steps failed to maintain her body's balance. The tiny body was forced to roll the surface of dry grass and clutch the hardness of the earth.

Prada rushed to lend a helping hand. A pair of burly hands restrained Hanna's shoulders to get the girl back straight. But the flickering of Hanna's hand dispelled the help presented.

"Leave me, Brother Prada!" hanna Jermit.

Prada ignores Hanna's refusal. "I can't let you!"

The rush of hurried steps sounded increasingly louder in the ears. The sweet black youth immediately built a gap between two humans who were at opposite frequencies.

The Eagle's hand was greeted quickly by Hanna. The young man tried to hold Hanna's weight on his shoulder.

Prada looked at the two. "I just wanted to help but Hanna refused."

The eagle nodded slowly. "It's okay, Prada! Please do not put it in your heart. Maybe Hanna's still traumatized by the incident involving the cheerleader queen. She's still scared to be around you in the school environment."

Prada sighed heavily "Yes, Brother Eagle is right." he said.

Hanna was only able to hide her face in a bow from behind her dark hair until both of them passed leaving Prada fixated.

Prada incised her painful nose. "Hanna, if you'd known I was hurt, too."

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