HAPPY IS LIGHT

The Remnants of Tears

Sans and Shara left the table not far from the side of the pool after putting the cutlery. After being satisfied to fill the hull with dinner with Mother Sans, they resigned. The lips of the mother Sans curled gently monitoring the closeness of Sans and her childhood friend from behind the dining table.

Dark hair Karolin neatly wraps around his right shoulder. A plain bone white casual dress wraps her slender shoulders up to her knees. The adult woman of the great lord Ken's empress not only likes to change her color and hairstyle but also her eyesight. So it is rare for an outsider to know the natural hair and iris color of a Karolin.

As Karolin moved away from his desk, several maids rushed to the dining table and cleaned the tableware that had been used. In an instant, the glass surface of the dining table again glistened and fragrant.

While Sans is reluctant to let go of the hand hook, guiding Shara's steps towards the poolside. They secure the bone dudu at the edges that are slightly wet then soak the calf up to the knee. Two lovebirds who agreed to wear shorts did not suck to fold it.

The reflection of the shadow of the son and his female companion on the retina of Karolin pulled the lips of the upper class woman curled pretty. But the steps of the adult woman's wrestling eroded the distance with the young man in a tadpole in the corner of the park adjacent to the private pool.

Karolin's gaze fell on the blond young man who folded his knees in the confinement of several large Persian cats. Four cages are neatly lined up near Prada.

"Prada has dinner?" greet Karolin suddenly.

Prada, who was busy dividing the rations of the four persian night snack of dense fur, turned away for a moment.

Prada got up from his folded knee after crowning his pair of palms over and over again.

Prada scratched his nape. "Already, Mother Boss! Last afternoon a big meal with the employees in the back kitchen."

Karolin smiled small. His neck looked towards the pool. "Not joining them?"

Prada follows the direction of Karolin's view. Two lovebirds were joking in a pink aura.

Prada. "No, Mother Boss! I play with the cats only, they are more attentive. If I were to join those two unstable teenagers, it might just be considered a statue of a demon."

Karolin is graceful. "You're just there."

Prada just grinned cengengesan.

Karolin patted Prada's shoulder. "Once in a while bring a close friend of yours here. You don't have a friend or a girlfriend?"

A shout instead of Prada retaliating Karolin's advice. "She just decided on her boyfriend, Mother!"

Prada threw an annoyed look at Sans who snickered ignorantly from the direction of the pool.

"Loh, who's that girl? Then why break up, Prada?"

Prada shook his head quickly. Mouth stammering. Intentions want to answer but his lips are only able to open and condense without a word.

Sans returned an answer. "The girl left Prada because she was caught cheating, Bun!"

Karolin gawking amazement. "Mother doesn't know when you have a boyfriend. Why are you suddenly cheating? Then who's that poor girl?"

Prada panic. "It's not like that, Mother Boss!"

The upper class lady thought for a moment. "Don't the girl be the bread-deliver of the bakery lecker?" guess Karolin.

Prada covered her lips in a head bow. He would not let the red tinge under his eyes be seen by anyone.

"Really, Bun! Prada likes plain girls who can be tricked!" ledek Sans is outrageous until Shara elbows her ribs hard.

Prada faithfully shook his head and shook his fingers.

Karolin waist-rigged. A sharp glint pierced Sans' eyes. The only son can only smile mischievously and throw his face.

"If that's why you don't believe. How can he be a playboy while his job just follows you?"

Prada let out a long sigh hearing the great boss's words. While Sans was just raising his shoulders stupid.

Karolin grabs one of the most distended Persian cats, then holds it tightly. His fingers ran between the thick mane of a beloved animal.

"Prada," call Karolin soft.

Prada looked at the master. "Yes, Mother Boss!"

"It seems you've been too tired to look after Sans to forget about youth. I think it's good if I give you two weeks' leave."

Prada's eyelids are widened. "really?"

Karolin nodded confidently. "You also need a walk with friends, right? Find a close friend to share your story with!"

"Thank you, Mother Boss!" prada is grateful.

Sans continues to hear the policies of the mother. His pair of limbs, submerged in the cold of the private pool night water, were immediately lifted away. Then he went and approached two people who were busy in dialogue.

A pair of folded arms growled. "Can't, Bun!" protest Sans.

"Why can't it? Mommy has decided she can." Karolin argued.

Sans has a hard time accepting the mother's decision. "Then who will look after Sans these two weeks?"

Karolin releases the pet from his arms and then pats his son's shoulder. "Mother has discussed with father. One of our family security staff will escort you temporarily."

Sans eyeballs circulating saturated. "Will he also be in class?"

Karolin's flickering index finger swayed both ways. "Of course not, honey! He'll just wait outside the school building. There is still Prada in school."

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean?"

Karolin throbs lightly. "So to go and go home from school is not Prada anymore who accompanies you. If you want to visit somewhere, it's not Prada who's escorting you anymore. Just for a while."

Prada held back her excited laughter.

Sans turned to the young man behind the mother. His steps eroded the range between them. The sound of friction of the soles of Sans' feet with grass restrained as the European level reflected close to the retina.

"So you're happy?" ask Sans cynically.

Prada. "Not just happy, Young Master!" reply sneered.

Sans clenched his right hand. "Review you, yes! Cut pay!"

Prada patted Sans' shoulder slowly. "Happy world's last day!"

Sans rolled up the bright blue sweater sleeves before reaching for Prada's hand. Unfortunately, Sans had to swallow disappointed because of the agile motion of the pangawal who doubles the karate coach. He managed to evade and escape.

They chase towards Shara who is still fluttering by the pool.

Prada spurred his feet. "Shara, tolooooong!!!"

Shara just stuck out her sticky tongue without fulfilling Prada's request.

Sans never gave up reaching Prada who continued to drive around the edge of the pool. Suddenly Prada held back a step and turned around in a semicircle. Sans, who had difficulty controlling the rate of his legs, was shocked greatly. Sans barefoot was held captive by the slippery pool floor until imprisoned in the cold embrace of the surface of the water.

Shara. His eyes were agitated. The girl prepared to slide in the cold clear water. But Prada held his arm.

Prada folded his arms. "Calm down! It's easy to forget the fact that the young master of the pool owner is even very good at diving."

Shara cheered Prada's ribs upset.

A small caroline ran towards the edge of the pool. "Be careful! You're still just like little kids."

Sans showed his face from the bottom of the pool. Heads drenched. His dark hair was partially attached to his forehead. The young man stepped steadily between the encirclement of the water troops, approaching the increasingly shallow edge of the pool. Slowly the wet head and neck look and look dazzling with the flow of water that surrounds it. The closer the more visible field chest and body burly without obstructions. Masculine muscle and the longing for the world.

Shara smoldering. Red lips are easy to shake. The first time his retina reflected the beauty of a Sans who only wrapped in shorts.

Shara gulps.

Prada held back her laughter. "Basic bawdy! Once insulted me it turns out that he himself is also perverted." led Prada whispered near Shara.

Prada had dodged before Shara's fist landed on her crown.

Sans had left the pool and approached Prada. Rejected wet sweater in the grip towards Prada. Lucky the bodyguard rushed at him.

Prada shook his head ignorantly. "Brottled in front of women. Really too!"

Sans clenched tightly. But Prada has quickly disappeared inside the main building.

Prada's figure is no longer visible, only a discordant humming that nudges the eardrum to the pool.

A voice that did not match the tone echoed. "Too-shame dong. Shy dong. You got caught BODONG!"

Sans chest up and down held back anger.

Karolin patted his son's wide back. "Pear gantu shirt. It's cold!"

The sound of cheerful shoes suddenly sounded loud approaching the pool. Karolin, his son and Shara cast their gazes at the adult man who smiled broadly and spread out his arms.

Karolin welcomes his longing man with a warm embrace. As a gift, the husband's brief lip kiss landed on the woman's full pink lips.

Sans and Shara glanced at each other.

Marino Ken immediately dyed his son's hair after breaking his wife's embrace. Then his face turned to the figure of a beautiful girl who was upright behind the son.

Shara extended her hands politely. Marino Ken immediately clasped that soft palm.

"How are you, Shara?" greet Marino.

"Always awesome, Om Marino!"

Marino patted Shara's crown like a father. "good. I like your spirit!" his praise.

Shara's lips curled thinly.

"How are your parents? Have you returned to Indonesia?"

"Mom and Dad are healthy, Mom! But not yet home. Sometimes we go back to Indonesia for less than a week. After visiting the lab, they immediately flew back to the Netherlands."

Marino pats Shara on the shoulder. "Patience, Shara! You are indeed an independent and mature princess."

Shara nodded steadily. "Papa did something for the benefit of the crowd. I'm proud of Papa."

Marino pointed her thumb. "Good!"

Marino's strapping raga leads to the Son. Enclosed the shoulder of the son just wayang, warm. Marino's steps lead Sans along with her.

"Saturday night next week, I want you to meet someone!"

Marino closed her steps as Sans held back his footwork.

"Why, Handsome?"

Sans thought for a moment before replying. "What's the business problem?"

Marino Ken cleared his throat lightly. "No, Handsome! I just want you to be closer to my son than my friend. No business here."

"It's like an inter-family show?"

Marino shook her head slowly. "It wasn't either. So only you two met without parents."

"Who is he, Dad?"

Marino again began to move. "It's a surprise, Sans! She's a pretty girl."

Sans was stunned as the soles of his feet stepped on the doorstep of the house. "What's? Girls?"

The figure of two handsome men of different ages was no longer visible after being swallowed by the door leaf. Even the conversation of the two no longer touched the eardrum of two women who were still fluttering near the pool.

Shara's hands clenched on both sides of her body. "What's the matchmaking plan with Beautya?" mumbled wailing.