HAPPY IS LIGHT

The Remaining Tears 2

Shara shouldered her school backpack quickly before stepping hastily away from the biological and environmental exclusion room. He increased the speed of pedaling a step while tightening the dark blazer.

Today and the next two weeks there is no cheerful afternoon walk with the beloved. The two-week independence of Prada will surely hoard the longing of two lovebirds who are drunk in the sea of romance. Mr. Mark Gunadi, one of the Ken family's security staff, now stands firmly like a pillar of an ancient medieval castle in the schoolyard.

Shara's wide eyes met a glance with a pair of black irises from a distance. Two pairs of irises are in tune for a moment like talking to each other in the chest. Shara approached him after the tall young man waved lightly.

Sans welcomes Shara happily. A four-headed adult man appeared to be standing upright on the right side of the Ken family heir.

Sans, who used to grab Shara's fingers upon meeting, buries her intentions when she receives the lover's sharp gaze.

"Come, I'll drive you home!" bring Sans.

The temporary guard Sans bowed politely. "Let's Miss Shara! I'll take you with young master!"

Shara shook her head slowly as if regretting not receiving the good intentions of the two.

Sans raised his eyebrows next to his. "Then?"

Shara patted Sans' shoulder slowly. "Don't worry! Dad's personal driver will pick me up."

Sans nodded in acceptance of the lover's reason. "Then I'll go home first!"

Shara wrapped her index finger and thumb.

"I'm sorry Miss Shara!" pamit Mr. Mark was polite before increasing the distance with the beautiful interlocutor.

Shara replied with a nod.

Sans' back, slowly moving away with the bodyguard, suddenly turned around and threw his best smile. Do not forget to exhale ignorant kisses and the shape of a tiny heart from two fingers.

Shara stuck out her nosy tongue accompanied by a teasing blink of an eye.

Sans held back a laugh in the headband.

Shara again stepped towards the main gate after Sans and the temporary bodyguards passed by to a special four-wheeled parking lot.

Shara who slightly stole a glance at the figure of Sans who had been faint, ignored what was in front of her step. Until his body slammed after colliding with someone.

The sound of the grievances of the two girls chime in the air. Shara tried to get up despite being limped. A few small claps of palms offended the blazer and pleated skirt of his school uniform to get the dust flakes off immediately.

Shara is flabbergasted as her retina captures the tiny shadow of her familiar underclassman. The meek girl seemed to grin withstanding the pain on the surface of the earth. He immediately approached and provided a backrest for the little one to get back up straight.

The little girl held up her pair of pale palms before gently stroking her slightly tangled long skirt.

"Thank you, Brother Shara," he said calmly.

Shara nodded quickly filled with anxiety. "I'm so sorry, yeah! But are your feet okay? I heard you were sprained some time ago."

Hanna's lips curled sweetly while sticking her footwear on a neat grass surface. "Alhamdulillah. My legs have recovered perfectly, brother. Look at me in shoes, right?"

Shara caressed his chest. "Thank God, Han!"

Hanna put her palms together. "Then you'll excuse yourself, sister!" pamitnya.

Shara nodded small.

Hanna's raga, which was about to spin in a semicircle, was held back by a soft grip.

"Wait, Han!" prevent Shara from changing her mind and refusing to let the tiny one pass.

Hanna looked over with a frown. "Why, Brother?"

Shara's shedding her fingers. "Who are you going home with? The hawk?"

Hanna shakes. "Sister Eagle has intensive training every day ahead of tomorrow's Sunday tournament, brother. I'm going home on public transport myself."

Shara flicked her fingers. "We're going home together, yuk! I picked up papa's personal driver."

Hanna's right hand went both ways. "Sorry, Brother! I don't want to trouble Shara."

Shara's flickering index sways in denial of Hanna's doubts. "I just need a friend to have fun with."

Hanna was panicking. "Sorry, Brother! I don't usually have fun."

Shara giggled small. "What do you think, Han? I just wanted to take you shopping!"

Hanna scratched her dark unraveled head behind her back. "I mean like that, brother. It's just that I can accompany Brother Shara next time after a few weeks of raising money from odd jobs."

Shara grabs Hanna's lower shoulder from him. "Just calm. You don't have to bring any money. I'll buy you a snack!"

Hanna just flinching in the arms of her upperclassman.

The loud scream of an adam's heavy voice shifted Hanna's attention away from Shara. Hanna removed her shoulder from Shara's grip. Two pairs of eyes were circulating looking for the source of the increasingly concentrated sound.

The wide stride of a young man who was still wrapped in a complete uniform approached someone who was imprinted real on his retina and soul.

Golden hair that defies gravity looks glare in the twilight lamp. The coat that coats the white uniform is no longer neatly wrapped in a tall body.

The young man reached for the tiny grasp of a future of his heart. "Hanna, I heard from Brother Arco that today you have started part-time work. Come on, we're leaving together now!"

Hanna held back the powerful grasp of Prada. "But ... but doesn't Kak Prada have to take Kak Sans home?"

Prada's lips were wide. A bright aura seemed to glow from within his body. The fresh tan-skinned paras are adorned with a pink hue. I don't know why he's getting more charming even though the uniform that covers his body is not as organized as it should be.

Hanna raised her eyebrows. "Why, Brother Prada?"

Prada combed her blonde mane with three fingers. "I'm on leave. For two weeks I was free from that crazy employer. So I'm free to spend my day with you."

Hanna's lips curled coyly.

Prada tightens his fingers. "Come, we're leaving now! I've missed working with Hanna like I used to."

Hanna took a slow breath before exhaling the charcoal acid. "But .. I'm afraid that if we walk together it will be known to Kak Beautya and her army."

Prada's gaze drew firmly Hanna's gray iris. "Don't worry! The cheerleaders had finished training from the beginning. So no one's gonna see us."

Hanna hesitates in a head bow. His eyeballs were unable to resist the sharpness of Prada's blue irises. "But...."

Prada's voice whistled. "Do you still hate me? Actually I want to explain all our misunderstandings on the way to lecker bakery."

"Is that still necessary, brother? We have nothing to do with it...."

Prada jerks Hanna's arm around her. "I don't care, Hanna! I don't care even though we're hard to get close. Most importantly to me, you know the truth."

Highlight two pairs of irises of different colors like no pause. Even the two seem to be able to feel each other's pulse.

"The truth about what?"

"The truth is that I'm suing...."

Prada suddenly silenced with bated breath.

"Stop acting like this schoolyard belongs to just the two of you!" chirped the pretty girl with red hair, angry.

Hanna lowered her head to hide the sense of disdain on her face. His intention of breaking the braid will only be a temporary discourse. The heavy hand of Prada snared even tighter until it was hard to break.

Prada gawking. A pair of eyelids flashing naively.

Shara frowned fiercely. "Why?"

Prada scratched his hair. "There really are people, huh?"

Shara clenched her right hand. "So you didn't see me here?"

Prada shakes innocently.

Shara broke the braid of two lovebirds by force. After successfully stretching the distance between the two, Shara immediately hid Hanna behind her back.

"What the fuck are you, Shar?" prada protest not accepted.

Shara folded her arms. "I first met Hanna and asked her to come home with me. Don't like to sneak, dong!"

Prada grieving. "Basic! Got a crazy employer courting same sableng girl. Always make commoners like me suffer! At least let this poor man be happy."'

Shara's chin looked up. "What do you mean?"

Prada rolled her eyes bored. "I mean Sans and you look like you're definitely a match."

Shara's chest was puffed up. "That's obvious. No need to talk."

"Just stress!" ledek Prada full of emotions.

Shara hurried to drag Hanna in her footsteps after rewarding Prada with a tongue stick sign of the beginning of the feud.

Prada growled with anger. "Hanna!" yells

Hanna turned to Prada in a hasty step on her pair of legs. Hanna looked at the moping figure of Prada. There is a sense of regret not immediately welcoming Prada's offer. Though deep in the inner recesses Hanna craved it.

Next to Hanna's arm. "Sir Prada!" lirihnya.

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Hanna was pensive in the corner of the room laden with fancy dress displays. The little girl was sitting leaning against the outside of a local boutique dressing room that had a worldwide designer. The length of the row of numbers printed on the row of clothing collection is able to compete with the nominal European design dress.

Hanna's eyeballs circulate in harmony with Shara's body movements. The red-haired girl was so engrossed with a pile of dresses on her arms. A pretty boutique waitress seems nimble in response to Shara's unreadable tastes.

Shara's eyes seemed sparkling to find an elegant dress in the middle of the clothing line. The trickle is like the crew of a ship finding buried treasure. Her gaze moved on the apparition of Hanna sitting restlessly alone after strangling the pastel dress in her grasp.

Shara smiled meaningfully before deciding to approach the cashier. No need for long queues, an elegant shopping bag inscribed with a famous brand has reached the grasp.

Shara hummed cheerfully in her steps towards Hanna. Without a word, that deft hand grabbed onto Hanna's wrist. The flabbergasted Hanna was unable to resist the sudden move.

Hanna left unprepared making a slight flick around her waist. The little girl tried to get rid of the pain with a little muscle stretching movement.

Shara thrusts a medium shopping bag in Hanna's arms. "For you to wear*) and must not refuse!"

Hanna held back the paper shopping bag when she nearly dipped on the surface of the boutique floor. Hanna looked at the entrails of the grocery container. Her retina captured the appearance of a clean white fabric fold.

"Make what, brother?"

Shara patted Hanna's shoulder in spirit. "To be worn by the beautiful Hanna to give the impression when meeting the prince later."

Hanna shoves back to Shara. "Don't, Brother!"

Shara brushed off Hanna's refusal. "You accept it or I won't talk to you again."

Paras Hanna. "Don't say it like that, brother!" she was back in her shopping bag

Shara snapped her finger. "Then it's time for a shoe shop!"

Not yet finished with his shock, Shara has dragged Hanna's steps back. They rushed in full spirit to touch one of the famous shoe boutiques after leaving the clothing boutique.

Five minutes have passed with Shara's persistence hunting for the latest women's shoes. Hanna who is not so interested in the crowd is only able to rotate the bored view from the end of the shoe boutique to the other end opposite.

Shara's shackled appearance of some boutique employees slightly blocked Hanna's view. The little girl smiled faintly before stepping without roaring towards the exit.

Hanna was able to breathe in the scent of relief after her footwear stepped on a walking ladder that led her to one floor below.

"I'm sorry, Brother Shara! I don't want to trouble Brother Shara by buying me an assortment of things." he muttered to himself.

Hanna still clutches her shopping bag in her steps splitting the crowd of shopping centers. Until a towering tall body restrained his pair of hasty limbs.

"You're all right? Walk slowly, Miss!" greet the voice of an adult man.

Hanna looked up at the man who was almost a victim of the collision. The man held Hanna's arm tightly.

"Sir Manager Arco?"

The handsome oriental man smiled charmingly. "Miss Hanna? What are you doing here by yourself?"

"What's Arco's brother doing?" ask Hanna who ignored the interlocutor's question

Arco's shedding his grip. "I just finished a meeting with a client. Now I'll be right back to lecker bakery. Miss Hanna herself?"

Hanna scratched her hair. "Just .. just take a walk."

"Are you not with Young Master Hanry?"

Hanna shakes. "I ... I want to go home by myself because I'm going to drop by lecker bakery."

Arco grabbed Hanna's fingers. "Then Miss comes with my car!" bring him.

Hanna rode in shock as her fingers were held so tightly. "All right, Brother Arco!"

There was the sound of the footsteps of the shoes getting louder approaching the two. The young man clad in school clothes glided nimbly between the two hands that intersected each other. He soon becomes the gulf between the two.

The blond young man's right hand grabbed Hanna and the other side clasped Arco.

Arco and Hanna glanced at each other in confusion.

"I'm also going to the bakery lecker so I'm going to join the gang too!" chirps the grim blonde.

Arco raised his eyebrows. "Geez Prada! What are you doing here too?"

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