HAPPY IS LIGHT

Please Not for a moment 3

Prada plays a car key hole in his index finger. Part of her body rests next to the door. A pair of oceanic irises highlighted the lazy figure of the young master who was bouncing a pair of shoes on his feet. His lower back weaved a pair of black ropes. A clean white shirt and dark material pants wrapped her pale skin and burly body.

"Are you ready, Boss?" sapa Prada who suddenly attracted the attention of the master.

Sans looked up for a moment and then moved from the side of the giant silver bed. His lightly swerving legs stretched his muscles and joints.

"You're gonna watch my competition?" ask Sans flat.

Prada shook his head firmly. "There's no entertaining show there. Do I have to enjoy the boring faces that are thinking about calculation and science?"

Sans approached Prada. "A lot of sensitivity today? I just asked to be delivered. Let Mr. Mark catch up with me then."

Prada Lips conical. "I'm still on leave and once again you messed up my agenda today! Actually ... I promised to support my students in the final of the karate tournament."

Sans. His steps slowly crossed two things, the doorway and a reluctant adam. The loyal bodyguard wrapped in long cargo pants and a t-shirt bearing the famous big motorcycle brand. Slow-moving Sans sneakers stuck on mezzanine. His fingers reached for the golden barrier of the balcony on the second floor. A sad view falls on the breadth of the first-floor family room full of upscale furniture lined up neatly.

Prada approached his friend. His body was upright on his side.

Sans lowered his eyelids as if feeling pain because there was a huge burden squeezing his body.

Prada knitted his brows. "Why?"

Sans opened his eye screen. The parasite turned to Prada. Only his foolish silence answered Prada's question.

Prada's palms offended his employer's back. "Do you hesitate to follow this science olympoade?"

Sans. "I don't know how to tell dad."

The pace of pantofel steps echoed regularly on the balcony within the second floor. The sound of pressing on the floor that was heard to pause was able to freeze the conversation of two other young men with hair pigment.

The presence of other sightings further eroded the distance with both. The adult man in full suit became the gap between his two favorite heroes. A biological child of the main heir and a very trusted adopted child.

A pair of stocky sleeves wrapped in suits clutched two firm shoulders on either side.

Paras the grown man turned to Sans. "What do you want to tell Dad?"

Prada took two steps back as a courtesy to his two most beloved people. He intended to clear the situation for the two of them to share sentences with each other.

"I'm sorry to get the car ready, Daddy Boss!" pamitnya retreat.

Marino Ken turned his head with the curvature of his lips. A pair of age-gravated eyes glared at the foster child until his figure vanished down the stairs.

Marino clasped the son's shoulder. "Come on, tell me anything."

Sans turned to Marino. "Today .. I'm going to the science olympics, Dad!"

Marino's smile grew. Both of his arms stretched out to grasp the body of the son. His palm patted softly on the sign sending support.

Sans unraveled their embrace. "So you didn't forbid me?"

Marino nodded in spirit. "The son of a genius and talented father. You will always support your positive activities. Sports included. If you want to continue playing basketball at school, I'll be happy too!"

Sans sighs in relief. "Thank you, Dad!" he said sincerely, "After the math and science Olympics, I'll be back playing on the school's basketball core team."

A pair of Marino's burly palms touched his son's left right shoulder. "As long as we are alive learning many things is an obligation."

Sans nodded. "Good, Dad!" he said, "I will no doubt study at the faculty of science and technology in London."

Marino Ken was stunned for a moment. "Science?"

Sans nodded steadily.

Marino sucked the air around her. "But I still want you to study at the faculty of economics and business."

Paras Sans seemed to stiffen for an instant before it softened again. "Alright, Dad!" his reply flowed with a heavy heart responding.

Lips Marino commented a relieved smile. His arms stretched out clutching the son's body once more and stroking the son's back proudly.

"Dad knows Sans was a good boy who understood Father and Mother very well!"

***

Sans held back his steps in the doorway. Prada who followed Sans behind his back flinched violently and almost hit the body of the friend.

Prada folded his arms. "You sick? After talking to Boss Dad, you don't look good."

Sans turned his body half a circle. "Something's bothering me."

Prada twirled his chin. "If it's a matter of the girl you'll be betrothed to.. Take it easy, I'll take care of it!"

Sans shook his head little. "It's about Dad, Pra!"

"Why is it with Daddy Boss?"

Sans separated the chest strap hook of the backpack perched on his back. "Dad asked me to choose the faculty of economics and business without any rejection. I feel like my efforts at the Olympics in math and science are totally free."

Prada giggles small. "Sans, face the present one. Now you have entered the Olympic venue. Surely the team of teachers and participants from our school are waiting for your presence on the top floor of this campus. Things that haven't happened don't need to be worried!"

Sans pensively in a moment's bow.

Prada nudged Sans' ribs slowly. "You are a rich man, crown prince of the Ken family! You can continue your school to the highest level. You should be grateful. There are a lot of teenagers who have to slam bones in order to raise money to be able to go to college."

Sans raised his face. "You're right! You always banged your bones just don't want to bother you."

Prada Lips conical. "Why do I get it again?" chirps.

Sans chuckles. The cloudy cloud that hung in Sans' mind shifted Prada's full motivational paragraph.

Prada's resentment was blurred by Sans' bright laughter. Sans insinuations are as meaningless when pitted against the happiness of the black hair.

"You're a genius who makes money. Direct college two majors at once can also. Don't look like a hard person, huh!" cerocos Prada is a little upset.

Sans' right hand clenched firmly with confidence. "I'll try for now!"

Prada positioned the car contacts within Sans' grasp. "Sir Mark will come here by public transport. While I'm going to GOR on foot. I can't miss the final round of juvenile karate."

"Why? Isn't there already a team of sports teachers?"

Prada nodded. "Really! Because I was in school so I wasn't on the school's coaching team for that tournament. But I promised Brother Eagle!"

Sans held back a laugh. "Promise with rivals? It's laughable!"

***

A small running prada enters the green area of the city's sustainable and beautiful sports arena. Giant trees are left upright firmly fencing the city GOR garden area. The greening expanse of ornamental plants lined up neatly on a permanent pot that has been specially designed each side.

Prada glanced at the dark watch on his wrist. It's still morning. The short needle is still at home on the number nine. The final karate will start an hour later. There's still a chance to track down Hanna.

Prada stepped deftly around the spacious football stadium building from the outside. His body practiced running and his vision wandered to and fro among the crowds of visitors passing by. The two met outside the stadium. But there was no news after yesterday's agreement.

The nimble run of a middle-aged adult man who suddenly precedes him, obscuring Prada's focus on Hanna's quest. The man who looked allied with Prada was clad in a long sportswear suit.

The sharp gaze of the blue eyes changed direction following the towering adult man with the soft blonde stray. The masculine hat protects the crown and keeps the neatness of the strands dangling to the cross of the neck.

Prada increased his foot. The more his eyes examined the look of the stranger, the more Prada felt very familiar with the figure. Prada was a little disappointed because he could not see the color of the eyes that hid behind the sunglasses.

Prada settles behind the foreign father's back. This young man remained at a safe distance from the suspiciousness of the target. Prada doesn't mean to be rude. He just wanted to make sure of his curiosity.

Prada held back his steps behind shady trees when the target stopped on a GOR park bench. The adult man landed his body on the surface of a long wooden bench. Shortly afterwards he downed a quarter of the water from the bottle in his hand.

Sharp eyes like a savage hunter can not be separated from every movement of the target. Prada is increasingly squeaking when the object frees the sunglasses from its face.

Prada thumped while capturing a sparkle of color similar to the sapphire gem of the Man. His irises shone so clear as the Indian ocean.

"Who is that guy? I seem to know him but I'm not so sure." he asked himself.

The sudden powerful pat on Prada's shoulder almost made a cry of agony.

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