HAPPY IS LIGHT

Please Not for a moment

Prada clasped Hanna's fingers in a step away from the posh restaurant where their happy stories met. The fully charged Prada hull will be able to boost the energy of exploring the nighttime theme park. Just setting foot leisurely for ten minutes, the princess and this self-styled prince had stepped on the crowded situation of the city's night theme park.

Low boisterous laughter of toddler children and cheerful shoulders of elementary school children enliven a warm night that is gently buffeted by the light of chandra.

Prada increasingly tightly gripped the fingers of the little girl whose smile was not tired. Their steps were in rhythm along the path after footpath of dry field. Sparkling lights that circle on the merry-go-round, captivating their interest.

Prada guides Hanna's steps toward the favorite rides of a million people. Hanna reluctantly refused the invitation without the young man's offer.

"Come on, we're riding a merry-go-round. Hanna sat in the horse-drawn carriage and I would control it from the front. Like a princess and a knight!" bring Prada to fantasize.

Hanna nodded with a burning hue of her two soft cheeks.

Prada pays for two ride tickets before thrusting at the carousel's main doorman. Two teenagers are welcome to enjoy the carousel swing by the guard. After two pairs of feet treading safely carousel, the rides again rotate casually.

Prada pulled the door leaf of the royal carriage and petrified Hanna to secure a position inside. Then the knight sat dashingly on the throne of the white horse.

Connoisseurs of carousels that most elementary school children look at them with twinkle. There were even some of those rancid boys who were cheering seductively on this couple.

Prada nonchalantly heard the children making loud noises. Tonight is his happiness. Let's just say they have sinless beings who also rejoice in praying for his life. A life that is beginning to be filled with hope and variety.

Hanna whispered from inside the carriage, "Sister Prada, why is her likeness princess and knight? Shouldn't it be princesses and princes?"

Prada turned his head until he saw a beautiful sculpture on one side. "Because I'm not a prince."

"I'm not a princess either" Hanna said.

Now the Prada's face is rotating in a half circle. The handsome sculptor looked at Hanna sharply.

Hanna pounded in silence.

"But to me Hanna is a princess."

Hanna's clumsy gaze went down to highlight her footwear.

"Princess cocksucker!" added Prada then accompanied by a chuckle.

Hanna's cheeks bulged in annoyance. His fingers extended through the front window of the blinds and twisted Prada's back skin from behind the suit

Prada shrieks in pain. "Let's!!!" his screams.

The laughter of both should be paused by time. The carousel has stopped according to the duration of the ticket once boarding. The sound of the children of other passengers increasingly buzzing scrambling down from the vehicle.

Prada descends the mock white horse before widening the door leaf of the cinderella carriage.

Prada stuck out his arm. "Please come down, Princess. We have arrived!"

The powerless Hanna cast a hue on the surface of her face, nodding obediently. A pair of legs left the carriage bench gracefully. His clasped fingers welcomed the wide palm of the imaginary knight.

The whistles and teasing cheers of the nosy boys returned to accompany the steps of two lovebirds who were leaving the vehicle.

The bad boys were abuzz following his second move. A little moving the joints of the feet it feels necessary for them to be able to escape from the messiness of the boys not yet teenagers.

Prada and Hanna take shelter behind a crowd of visitors who queue at the bianglala counter. They are slightly able to breathe a sigh of relief by regulating the hunting lungs. Their backs are leaning against the perimeter fence of the bianglala vehicle.

Prada. "This is shahdu like that."

Hanna followed Prada's gaze then turned her lips.

Prada diverts his retina highlight. "How, Hanna?"

"I...." Hanna gave no feedback, Prada's attention was distracted by something deep behind Hanna's back.

Prada's eyeball widened when he realized his focal point was catching him wet.

Prada grabs Hanna's wrist. "I'm sorry, we undo the intention to ride the reanglala. There's something urgent!"

"What's up, brother?"

Prada answered with silence. She immediately led Hanna along with her and away from the crowd.

Hanna was unable to hide the mysterious surprise in her chest. "Where are we going, brother?"

Prada continued to swing his steps. "Hidden! But somewhere."

Hanna held Prada's arm. They closed the sudden steps until they almost fell. The goddess Fortuna still withholds the attraction of the earth until embarrassing events do not come true. All that remained was a thrilling scene between the two. When two pairs of eyes of different colors dive into each other.

Prada threw his stare clumsy while scratching his nape.

Hanna gave a long sigh. "Relse ... Brother Prada explained what happened after I told him a good hiding place!"

Prada nodded in agreement.

"Phantom house!"

***

Sans who was enjoying a cross feed from the pujaan, as if getting a raw bogem in his heart after catching the appearance of the figure he was on his phone. The ice cream from the hands of the angel is misplaced to enter the nostrils of the handsome.

Shara took out a piece of tissue from her tiny bag sling. "I'm sorry, Sans? Why are you suddenly moving?"

Sans nodded slowly while enjoying a gentle swab on his face.

"What's wrong?" search Shara.

Sans poked his lips. "I'm like seeing Prada!"

Shara raised her eyebrows. "Prada?"

Sans.

Shara turned her gaze to follow the direction of Sans' retina. A few seconds later his gaze had dived into the sea of visitors. But did not catch the blonde figure that was in his mind.

Sans grabs Shara's fingers. "Come, we'll meet!"

Shara held Sans's grip. "Make what? Let it go if it's Prada. It's Sunday night, maybe he really wants to take a walk."

Sans looked troubled. "But...."

Shara caressed Sans' arm. "Isn't he on leave escorting you?"

Sans hesitated. "I just thought maybe he was looking for me. That's all!"

Shara took a long breath. "Maybe it's time we go back to our homes."

"But I still want to be with you here!" reject Sans.

Mimik Shara who blushed so adorable in Sans eyes.

Sans squeezing Shara's fingers. "You wait here! I'll meet him for a minute to ask him to wait for us a little longer."

Think of Shara as the closing of her second conversation before Sans runs away.

The small running sans burst into the crowd. His head rotated looking at one by one the visitors who crammed. But his efforts were not sweet.

While Sans was in confusion to find the figure of the bodyguard, the fake prince was safe in the spooky atmosphere of the demon house rides. Prada and Hanna sat side by side in the leading position in the slow snaking mine. The passengers behind them were just a few twists in the rear carriage.

As the rooftop-less train crosses the main entrance of the haunted passageway, a gripping atmosphere gathers visitors. The passengers of the rear train began to hold their breaths before screaming hysterically.

While Prada who was a fool on the atmosphere of the vehicle gripping ceaselessly mingled with Hanna.

"Thank God, he didn't find us."

Hanna raised her eyebrows. "Him?"

"Sans."

Hanna's eyeballs widened. "So we're hiding from Sans? But why?"

Prada gave a long sigh. "My revenge won't come if he sees you. He'll take your testimony."

Hanna grasps Prada's fingers. "That's it, Brother Prada! Let's just forget about revenge and tell the truth."

Prada shook his head steadily. "I'm not a violent criminal, you know that! I just want her to feel the pain of feeling hard to meet."

Hanna was unable to respond.

"We need to get out of the amusement park. You go home and I go back to the restaurant." break up Prada.

The figures of the fake delicate creatures who wanted to hear the frightened cries of the leading bench couple, must have swallowed disappointed in being neglected. Both lovebirds are engrossed in their own pink world. Until it was time for the white-robed gimbal figure to try to make them aghast. But damn for him getting a shot of Prada's anger.

Prada stared intently at the upright rowdy figure on the side of his carriage bench. "Silent or botakin cave chief lo? Bother people to talk!"

The creature swelled sharply with its iris as red as blood. "If you're dating don't be here! On the river side!"

Prada moved from his seat. "Dare to? Ask for your real dibotakin?"

The rowdy looked down in fear because of their distant height difference. "For example, Bule! I'm leaving! I'm leaving!"

The rowdy no longer shadowed the front passenger bench. He chose to scare the visitors on the back bench that looks impossible will reciprocate his actions.

Prada's ringing phonecell greeted the eardrum as he re-laid his sitting bone. Prada stared at the flat screen that thing was lazy.

"Why, Brother Prada?"

"Young Boss!" whispered

"Sir Sans?"

Prada received the call while nodding small. "Yes, Boss!"

Prada's voice paused for a moment because he was diving into a long sentence across the street.

"I? I ... I'm still at the restaurant." the lie.

While Hanna could only giggle amusedly.

Prada seemed to shake quickly then. "No, Boss! I'm not going anywhere!"

Prada held her breath. "I'm alone, Boss! Girl's son's best friend father boss has just come home."

Prada grimaced in shock after being silent for a few seconds. "What's? You want to pick me up?"

Hanna caught Prada panic. His fingers squeezed the sleeves of the upperclassman's suit.

Prada looked at Hanna calmly. The nod erases the girl's huffiness.

Prada breathed in the haunted air around him then threw it down slowly. "All right! I'm waiting, Boss!"

Shortly after, the train stopped. Prada rushes to grab Hanna's hand and leaves the train and haunted house that feels boring. Two pairs of irregular quick swinging steps away from the amusement park. They spur the motion of the bottom tool many times over. The sound of motor vehicle horns stopping their steps. The rider pulled his motorcycle over to the end of the sidewalk.

The rider wrapped in a thick leather jacket removed the head protection. "Hanna, what are you doing here?"

Prada and Hanna's tight grip unravels.

The little curled gondrong man glared sharply. "Why can you walk with him?"

Hanna and Prada throw each other a look of fear.

"Hanna, isn't he your brother? Brother Hanry?" whisky Prada.

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