HAPPY IS LIGHT

Please Not for a moment 2

The body of the young man left his motorcycle before approaching two teenagers who were like a stiff magic. Hanna was worried that her hard-nosed older brother would pounce on Prada who seemed to be with her. While Prada was confused what to do.

The handsome adult man filled a wide gap between two lovebirds that stood side by side on the surface of the pavement. He folded his arms haughtily. His gaze was a full survey relay.

Hanna and Prada were only able to throw a glance from the corner of each eyeball. The sound of gulping spit felt loud touching the eardrums of both.

The porcelain man approached Hanna. "Why are you traveling with strangers?"

Hanna's lips formed a gap. "Foreigners?" the beonya is accompanied by the most eyes on Prada. "I mean Brother Hanry he's a man...."

Prada who understood the direction of the adult man's mind immediately grabbed Hanna's fingers.

Hanna jerks. A pair of clear eye seeds stiffened in annoyance. Prada's soft fingers and light twitching of her eyelids were soon able to secure Hanna's concussion.

Prada cut the distance with Hanry. "I'm sorry!" he said open the sound.

Hanna rolled her eyeballs hearing Prada's fake accents. Native Caucasoid youth who are accustomed to speaking national and regional languages since youth actually do not have the accent of the country of birth. Her blue irises were covered in dark softlens and her blond strands hid behind imitations.

Hanry moved lightly until his sturdy shoulders came into contact with the young man who was almost as tall as him.

Prada took one step back. "Sorry," he repeated.

Hanry traced the sculptured look of the young man who struggled to build calm. "It's sorry to bring people's children to wander through the night, huh? Who are you really?"

Prada smiled faintly. He was convinced by his hypothesis.

"Why silence?" Hanry is getting impatient.

Prada grabbed Hanry's arm. "I'm sorry. I'm just lost and your sister helped me."

Hanna's big smile then nodded in agreement. Hanna felt pressured by two unusual happy ones. Prada's disguised identity remained secret and Prada's foreign language skills increased from zero.

"I walk a little but I can not go back." continued Prada berimik resigned.

Hanry nodded in understanding. "After I find Hanna a cab, I'll take you to find where you had dinner earlier."

"What?" yelling logat area glides without filtering.

Hanna reflexes pressing Prada shoes with low heels. Although not sharp and towering, the cursed heels were able to draw a line of suffering on Prada's lips.

Hanry. His eagle eyes shot at the two adolescent behaviors that felt odd in his mind.

"Forgive me, I .. I'm making you shocked. Iam just saying .. do you not bother? Just it!"

Hanry patted the young man on the shoulder. "I don't have a problem. I'll help you!"

"Thanks!"

Hanry shook his head slowly. "Name?"

Prada leaned his palms on his chest. Both of his brows were clinging together from a little hesitation and fear.

The adult man's head nodded in annoyance. "Yes, your name?" reiterate Hanry clarify.

Prada's hand was warmly welcomed by Hanry. "Sin Pr...."

"Peter! His name is Peter!" sela Hanna half screamed.

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The main line of the school corridor that empties into the canteen was suddenly flooded by starving children. Like participants running a marathon after hearing the cue, the study break marker bell for a moment becomes the beginning of a wave of competition for students to where to fill the stomach. If they are not agile, they will not get a gap.

There were a handful of students who would rather hold a music orchestra in their stomachs than have to drain the energy of scrambling for a place in the school cafeteria.

Prada, who was still in independence from the pressure of the young boss, stepped lazily towards the canteen. He had no interest in filling the stomach again after swallowing two servings of sambal tempe rice in the kitchen of Ken family employees. The throat only needs the freshness of the aroma of jasmine tea shoots that are formulated traditionally by one of the canteen managers.

While the young boss of the Ken family is having no taste in chewing something. He just stayed in the classroom with a pile of books surrounding him.

The sound of the friction of the soft footwear disturbed Prada's ears which were much more sensitive in the deserted corridor. His legs turned behind his back. The eyes of the ocean widened catching the shadow of the tiny girl slumping behind him.

Prada held back the laughter while pulling a step back without twisting his body. His steps were stifled after matching the pace of the sweet stalker.

Prada dehemes slowly. "Why walk slowly?"

The little sweetie did not continue his steps. He froze on his footing.

Prada touched the shoulder of the mungul with his shoulder. "Okay, it's normal!" goda.

The tiny tiptoe reached for Prada's ears. "I'm still scared, Brother Prada!"

Prada patted the tubers of ravenous hair unraveling the tiny Hanna. "Here you go, take it easy!"

Hanna just bit her lower lip withstanding the chest pounding.

False deheman clings together the regular pace of jerking shoes. The aura of anger was felt as the pressure of the footwear on the floor of the corridor. Prada and Hanna held the chatter to a frost. The bodies of the two turned semicircular after steadying the heart in the face of reality.

A few pairs of flickering hands managed to jolt Prada and Hanna.

Three charming girls were approaching them haughtily. A leader of the group stood between the other two girls.

The exotic beauty threw a knife-like look. "So this ordinary girl is still approaching popular seniors?"

"So you did plan to take Prada from Shara by asking her to walk together?" tuding Beautya is back.

Hanna's arm stretched out as Prada began to open the sentence. Hanna's trudge undoes Prada's intention of throwing away the sound.

Hanna returned the elder sister's look of pain. "Beautiful sister, this is a common path for all the residents of our school. So logically who passes through it at the same time will run simultaneously as well. I can't wait for another corridor user to leave just start walking."

Her pretty eyes started to curl. "So you're starting to dare to argue with me?"

Hanna shook her head calmly. Her smile was still patient.

"Then what did you mean?" his insistence is not to lose.

Hanna sighed softly. "I'm just explaining the truth, brother! Now we also walk together in this corridor, right?"

The lips of two servants Beautya gaping wide. They look at each other in disbelief.

Her pair of Beautya's hands were clenched in annoyance. "Okay, this time you escaped! But I won't let you pair with Prada. Because Prada is only for Shara!"

Hanna hit her head slowly watching the three dreamers pitch pretty like a model away from them both.

Hanna's right arm waved at Beautya. "We're walking together now, brother!" hanna yells cheerfully

Beutya and his retainer just showed off an annoyed fist without turning away.

Hanna glanced at Prada. "Why does he insist that Kak Prada should be with Kak Shara?"

Prada's view followed the movements of three upper-class girls until they vanished at the corner of the canteen.

Prada rested his pair of arms in front of his chest. "Because He likes Sans. Shara who was near Sans from childhood was a threat! So Shara has to be with me according to her!"

Hanna nodded lightly.

Prada nudged Hanna's arm. "You're a big pinter today. Can you answer that complicated?"

Hanna hid her two hands in her dark blazer pocket. "Because I already know the truth. Brother Prada ordered to calm down, right?"

Prada's lips approached Hanna's ears. "Then we're together again to be lovers, yuk!"

Hana froze for a moment before sticking out her tongue. "No promises, yes!" reply while fleeing.

Prada equalled Hanna's move with a panicked mimic. "Kok the answer is that?"

Hanna stuck out her tongue a second time with a soft laugh. "Who is amnesiac and says we have nothing to do?"

Prada leaned his pair of palms in front of his chest. "I'm sorry, yeah! You know the reason."

Hanna increased her pace in her prada-literate laughter.

"Hanna wait!" yelled Prada frustrated.

Prada remained eager to follow Hanna where the girl's steps docked until her energy collapsed like a magnet absorbed by the earth. A pair of blue oceans caught the shadow of a familiar person grabbing Hanna's arm all of a sudden.

Hanna held back her steps. "Relang?" shout Hanna spirit.

The lips of the eagle curving sumringh.

"For so long I have not seen you. How's the rubber tournament going?"

The eagle clasped Hanna's fingers while wiggling slowly. "I'm in the final and I'm playing Sunday tomorrow."

Hanna soaring. "Hore!!!" his yell.

Prada just looked down lethargic watching the romance of the Korean drama scene printed on his retina. Not wanting to slump any longer, Prada turned the opposite direction from them.

But the young man's screams stopped Prada's steps. "Sensei!"

Prada turned to the upperclassman who had been upright by his side. "Sister Eagle, don't call me sensei if you're not practicing!"

The eagle patted Prada's shoulder. "Alright, Pre."

Prada smiles.

"Prada must come Sunday to see the results of your upbringing that enter the final!" force Eagle.

Prada nodded slowly. "I'm trying to come!"

The eagle glanced at the sighting of Hanna waiting at the end of the corridor. "Guild take care of him!"

Prada followed the Eagle's line of sight. There was a girl who was restless waiting for the big brother. Not Prada but Eagle.

Prada pulled next to his eyebrows. "Dad? But why?"

Prada understood the meaning of the Eagle's plea. It was just that the sudden timing was a little thrilling for his heart.

The eagle took a long breath. "I feel his gaze is different if it's you."

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