HAPPY IS LIGHT

The Story of Asmara Sahaja 3

Hanna remained silent on the surface of the school garden's wooden bench, waiting for the crowd of gates to subside. This first-year little girl never took off her big glasses when she was at school. Thick glasses are not due to exemplary pupils who are overdosing on readings. But shame is the cause. She was awkward if the opposite sex was staring at her face like during a lunch break in the library. The sharp handing of a first-rate elder brother on top of him, increased his heart rate.

Hanna Kenanga, the smallest girl of her generation. Her hair was leg up to the waist with thin bangs dangling on her forehead. The skin of the milk glows if it is overwritten by the sun. Both of his eyes were clear gray.

His view did not turn away from the three upperclassmen who subscribed to the attention of all residents of Budi Mulia Nusantara High School. Either the occupants are visible or invisible.

The focal point of the lens-covered gray eyes was, only on the blonde youth whose back looked doyong because it was too towering.

Two young men and their queen were engaged in endless discussions in a four-wheeled parking lot.

The charcoal-haired young man forcefully slipped a few pieces of red money in the blonde's palm.

The blonde raised her eyebrows, "Eh, what the fuck, Young Master?" his tanyanya was astonished with a soft tone.

The dark hair sighed in annoyance. "Prapto, please take the bus!" reply brief.

Pradana glaring hot. "Well, can't the big brother of the Sanfransisco boss! You should come home with me!"

The red barley girl held back the laughter. The back of his yellow slender hand stroked Prada's forehead in an instant. "Polite tumben!"

Prada's heart lost one normal beat as the skin of his forehead gently intersected with Shara's hand. The rotation of the earth stopped. His soul is almost like falling into the imbalance of the universe.

Prada drowns slowly eliminating the unique gelenyar in her stomach, before sneering at Shara. "From the attention-grabbing better the real attention."

Shara folded her arms. "Ih, there are no matching cables. Not connecting booook!"

Sansco pressed Prada's back slowly. Prada maintained its balance before shifting and nearly toppling over.

Prada showed off a parched face. Iris blue glassy ocean. "Sister Boss is so. If when I got home scolded by Daddy and Mother Boss how?"

Sansco piled one arm on the front of the company's latest sedan. His lips were just whistling softly.

"Smallest penalty pay cut."

Prada's eyeballs widened.

Shara alludes to Sansco's arm slowly. "We'd better go home all three" he suggested.

Shara's patience has gone beyond territory. Shara was so eager to end the weightless discussion that was being experienced.

Prada flicked his two fingers in excitement. He's the main proponent of Shara's telling idea.

Sansco shook his head steadily. Her burly fingers caressed the plump fingers on her shoulders. "I just want us both."

Pink poking on both cheekbones Shara. The parasite lowered with lips pursed with anxiety.

Prada turned away with her tongue out. His stomach felt stirred by the whisk of flour, spinning and making vomiting.

For the first time Young Master Sanfransisco released his personal bodyguard after school. The policy of the employer that does not fail to grow migraine seeds in Prada's brain.

The young man fluent in his mother tongue only rubbed his pear strands became increasingly messy when he watched the calm sedan pass carrying two lovebirds of heartbreak makers.

Hanna's arch rises to witness a real-world drama. The peculiarity of the behavior of the blonde upperclassman who looked like a comedian rather than jealousy. It is obvious how the man hints at his hidden heart on the prima donna. But his face romance is far from being in pain knowing they are together.

Hanna was engrossed in her small laugh when a noise sounded not far from her.

Hanna looked at the end of the bench next to her. The young man who a few minutes ago seized all his attention, now landed his back resignedly on the bench.

The sight of two pairs of clear eyes different irises clashed as the man turned away. They blink slowly.

Prada's forehead frowned as if draining his brain energy. "Ah, you're the boy who was in the library this afternoon."

Hanna nodded slowly. "But I'm not a kid, brother! We're only a year apart and I have a name."

Prada looked up to challenge the orange sky. "Name is not important. I don't think I want to know any girl but Shara."

Hanna bit her lips in disappointment. "Oh," he said slowly.

Silence flashed for a while until Hanna restarted the conversation.

"Sister why do you like Shara's sister?"

Prada propped up his chin. His gaze glared through the orange of the twilight escorts. Colour set of the solar bodyguards headed for a temporary rest.

Hanna was silent with hearing.

"Shara is beautiful. Smart and independent. Good at taking care of yourself. Smart in contemporary style. His face was always smiling cheerfully. His personality is agile and energetic."

Hanna just nodded her head slightly until a light pat held back the movement of her head.

"Long time? Come on, let's go home!"

Hanna looked up at the upright young man before her before nodding obediently.

The brown-haired and statured man was curling his lips. His parasites turned to the man who was silent on the other side.

"Prada, you're not controlling Sansco?"

Prada stuttered before scratching his nape. "He gave me a sudden holiday."

The man's brown hair waves, shaking amusedly. "Alright, then we go home first."

Prada smiled stiffly. "Be careful, Brother Eagle!"

The eagle showed off his thumb.

Eagle, has a blend of indigenous and middle eastern genes. The skin is more exotic than Prada with a firm nose and jawbone. A pair of light brown irises always shines sharply under dense eyelashes.

The eagle grabbed Hanna's arm to get up and follow her steps. The two of them walked to the school yard to the exit gate. Hanna threw a shy smile to say goodbye to Prada who was just glued to look from a distance.

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