HAPPY IS LIGHT

The Remaining Tears 3

Sans rested his body on a relaxing bench by the pool with two arms propping up his dark hair. A peaceful Saturday evening since hearing the news of the private tutoring teacher canceled today's schedule. After downing the orange juice drink, Sans again sighed in relief. Her lips swayed to stumble at the snack.

The loud ringing of the pantofel approached the intended target. Sans' eardrum is still too sensitive to catch him. But the lazy feeling of supporting him remains unmoved.

An adult man placed his sitting bone on the edge of a leisurely bench where Sams lay. The clap of his right hand jolted the martyrdom of Sans enjoying the twilight.

Sans. His body rose from a position of weakness.

Sans glared in annoyance as his retina caught the shadow of the father smilingly in front of his eyes.

"Have you forgotten today's agenda?"

Sans raised his eyebrows next to his. "Not at all. But since the private tutor cancels the appointment, relax becomes a filler."

Marino folded both of his arms. "Dad was the first one to cancel private tutoring today?"

Sans raised his eyebrows next to his. "Why, Dad?"

A pair of Marino's clear eyes narrowed. "Why did you say? Today is your schedule for a romantic dinner with your best friend's daughter."

Sans sighed in annoyance. "I think you forgot it."

Marino smelled a smile. "Okay, you're an ordinary man but you're less likely to forget a promise."

Sans lowered his shoulders.

The father patted his only son on the shoulder. "Now immediately prepare with the clothes that have been selected mother in your room. Mr. Mark will escort you until your show is over."

Sans gave a long sigh. "How about Prada's the one who dropped Sans off, Dad? We are both teenagers. Who knew Prada could melt the awkward atmosphere later."

Marino stroked her chin for a moment before giving a hug.

A quick step towards the conversation of father and son. The young man of the personal guard who was still on leave immediately grabbed Marino's palm and kissed her solemnly.

Marino raised next to her eyebrows after tracing the neat appearance of Prada's dark collar t-shirt and jeans complete with casual shoes.

"There's a show, son?" ask Marino softly.

Prada nodded slowly. "Yes, Daddy Boss! As always, because today there is free time I help at Lecker Bakery."

"Pending first, yes!" pinta Marino fast.

Prada gaping. The masculine honey lips stammered. The body wants to resist but not until the heart acts. Prada did not get to heart if the build disappointed at the request of the foster father.

Marino glared sharply at Prada's nervousness. "Do you mind, Prada?"

Prada scratches the strands of blondes trapped in a dark hat with a print of the name where he works.

"Then?"

Prada smiled faintly. "Only am I still on leave, Father Boss! Is there a sudden assignment?"

Marino nodded slowly. "Just take Sans to dinner with my good friend's daughter for a while."

Prada's eyeballs rotate restlessly.

Sans sneered cunningly as he caught the baldness of his guard. "Dad, she's heavy if she can't look Hanna in the face where she works."

Marino raised her eyebrows. "Hanna?"

Sans smiled obliquely. "Breadbreadbread delivery girl."

Prada mendelik annoyed to hear Sans' words. His clenched hand was pointed at the corner of Sans.

Marino moved from the edge of the relaxed bench. " I'll give you the bonus money plus some replacement money just like your salary on the bakery lecker."

A tempting offer that has not been able to arouse the interest of Prada. Prada nodded softly as a gesture of respect to his countless foster parents.

Sans moved on with his victory laugh. He patted Prada on the shoulder before passing by and disappeared across the back door.

Marino followed the son after saying two words of appreciation for Prada's willingness to help his only puppet heir.

Prada looked at the figure of Marino who disappeared in his wide swallow two pairs of back doors.

"I lost again to the rancid." grumbled the blonde

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Sans's grey brawl, which took over the wheel haphazardly after five hundred meters left the main gate of Ken's residence, built a question mark that bore an uncertain premonition in Prada's mind. Sans, who had secured his seat bone on the driver's bench, was rewarded with a Prada gaze that was as pointed as a poisonous spear.

Sans glanced cynically at the bodyguard before stepping on the gas. "Take it, just follow my will!"

Prada folded his arms irritated. "Indeed since when did I manage to refute?" insinuations.

Sans began to control the steering wheel of his luxury car on paved roads. While Prada turned his gaze across the frosted glass of the front passenger. The noise of the vehicle during the weekend night did not disturb the embers in his body.

Sans glanced at Prada occasionally. "If you understand your position. Don't ask me if I order something."

Prada. "Basic descendant of rodi's work foreman!"

Sans turned haughtily at the sight of the windshield that was getting immersed in black. He hummed loudly in reply to Prada's taunts.

"We'll go to the salon for a while!"

Prada was aghast to let his wide forehead be let out by the window glass next to his employer's car. The parasite turned to Sans with a wrathful look. The sinless laughter of Sans added hot steam to Prada's mind.

The blue retinal shot was as wild as a wild animal hunter's dagger. "Don't add to your madness!"

Sans' shoulders rose for a moment. "I'm crazy to the maximum so what to do? Dressing the Prada bule is still a natural thing, right?"

Prada's heart pounded hard one beat before losing the next. His chest rhythm was like a flutter of one second before it breezed normally.

Prada panic. A pair of his hands grabbed the handle of the car door before pushing the front passenger door forcibly. Facts that blondes forgot. No matter how hard the effort, the door can only be controlled by the driver.

Sans was wide open like a cold-blooded killer.

"Open up! Put me down here!" yell the blond emotion.

Prada was upset. Both of his hands were desperate. His body rotates against the windshield of the car. A blank look exploring the sparkling natural paintings of the city light. He could only give in to the crazy scenario of his employer's choice tonight, the night before and the nights after.

Bad premonitions approaching Prada's real life are nothing more than a matter of fingers. Somehow the process and Prada reluctantly racked his brain to deny it. The blonde had left the doorway a place to improve her appearance. Like magic that could not take time, the fondness of the fake prince had poked to the surface.

Sans, the prince actually followed Prada confidently despite wearing a bakery maid uniform that was all dark.

The two handsome young men, the prince and his bodyguards march to the mysteriously promised lavish dinner spot. The restaurant is only upscale with gold. They had set foot in the main glass doorway.

Sans pushed Prada's body toward the security of the doorman after thrusting a priority discharge from a top financial institution.

Sans lowered the location of his head covering. "You're being me!"

Prada clasped the priority card in his right palm. "I know before you even explain!"

Sans folds his haughty arms. "Good, it means I can save energy."

Prada threw a sharp look full of hatred. "Okay, driver! Now just wait in the parking lot." he replied.

Sans yawned a lie. "Only in your dreams! Now it must be while dating Shara!"

Prada is shocked. Almost his raw bogem floated on the face of the Ken family heir. Lucky the young master of the rancid had passed with a whistle of a plunge.

Prada undoes the violence after the male servant opens the glass door from the inside. His warm and courteous greeting melted the warning in Prada's chest.

"Please, Young Master! Can I help you?"

Prada crossed the doorway before the glass door came back unbroken.

Prada nodded and thrust out the proof of priority in his grasp.

The servant's eyeball widened after a few seconds of checking the priority card of the handsome young man.

"You're the Young Master of the Ken family. Sorry for my stupidity" he said politely.

Prada was only able to smile and nod awkwardly.

The servant guided the fake young master's footsteps. "Let's show me a special place that has been ordered by Lord Ken!"

Prada doesn't say much. He simply replied to the body movement before following the direction of the servant. The young maid closed her steps in a special room separated from other visitors by a frosted glass wall.

The servant let the young master enter the private room before it passed. "Your partner's Miss is waiting!"

Prada again just nodded. A pair of fake irises stared blankly at the steward's distant back.

Prada inhales the cool air around him before exhaling slowly. After his heart was solid, his steps thudded across the marble floor of the special dinner room.

The blue iris that had been blackened, pierced sharply at the back of a petite figure in a calm dress and covered his head wide.

A typical royal woman's hat covers the entire hair and neck of the girl.

Prada rushed to shift the seat right in front of the girl who still did not look at her face.

"Good night, Miss!" greet the fake young master.

The girl looked up. Paras protected by the shadow of the head covering is now revealed. A pair of gray looked wide-eyed. The man imprinted in his retinue was clad in a taxedo as dark as his eyes and hair.

The young man could only hold his breath.

Two different-colored sounds clashed against each other unintentionally.

"So Kak Prada who will be betrothed to Kak Shara?"

"So Hanna's gonna be betrothed to Sans?"

They were silenced for a moment. Their brains were diving into the sentence that had just sounded carefully.

Prada put down his spine hastily. "Where do you know I'm Prada? I was undercover."

Hanna put a flower-adorned hat on the surface of the table. Soft dark hair draped touching shoulder.

Prada forgot how to roll her eyelids.

"I can't possibly forget Kak Prada's face even with a different look" Hanna said in red.

"That means you're being ruled by Shara and I'm being forced by Sans?"

Hanna nodded slowly.

Prada propped up his chin. "They've both been betrothed. Why have we been miserable all this time?"

Hanna grabbed Prada's fingers. "Then let them know immediately, Brother! They must be happy."

Prada squeezes Hanna's hands gently. "It's not that easy, Hanna! I have suffered for their sake. Time to get back!"

Hanna shakes her head in disagreement. "Sister, it's not good like that!"

Prada is aiming at Hanna's retina. "They're dating beautifully while we're always the supporting cast that sacrificed for them."

"Then, Brother?"

"Evening has been prepared for us so it will be in vain if we leave at this time." continued Prada spirit.

"So Brother Prada wants to eat first?"

Prada stuck out her thumb. "So sure! We order and eat! Free hump! When else can we have dinner in such a luxurious place? At best we're having dinner rations from lecker bakery!"

Hanna nodded enthusiastically.

"After a full meal we go to the amusement park!" proul Prada's.

The day regretted for the duty of coercion in place of the master incarnates a day full of dreams that become meaning.

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