HAPPY IS LIGHT

Please Not for a Moment 4

Prada blocked the nosy wrist behind his back and intended to twist the tiny, fragile-looking arm. His desire for urgency occurs when a soft voice moans touching the eardrum. A weak voice that couldn't possibly be missing from his brain recordings.

Prada turned her body. "Hanna?"

Hanna nodded slowly. His lips grimaced enjoying the remains of pain in his wrist. The teen's tiny daughter looks even more adorable wrapped in a long sportswear suit that is seduced. The black strand on his head was woven into two halves.

Prada stroked Hanna's wrist. "Sorry, are you hurt?" dismayingly.

Hanna shook her head sure. "Just feel a little karate coach's power."

Prada gave a sigh of relief. Her right fingers rubbed gently two neat ties on two sides of Hanna's head.

Hanna's forehead creased to look at Prada. "Sister Prada, what's hiding behind this tree?"

Prada thought for a moment. "I...." Prada urung finished his sentence because he remembered one thing. His head turned to the original goal. Hope to find the answer to her curiosity. But what was printed on his retina was nothing but empty. The middle-aged bule man went nowhere.

Hanna frowned watching Prada's silence. Her tiny index and thumb intersected in front of Prada's blank stare.

Prada snapped a light flick that was able to restore his consciousness.

Hanna's head tilted in front of Prada's face. "Why, Brother Prada?"

Prada shook his head quickly. "I'm sorry, I just saw the wrong person. I thought I was my acquaintance."

Hanna nodded in understanding. "Then we immediately head to the tournament venue to get the front row seat."

Prada smiled in agreement.

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A final far from quiet. The last round of high school karate tournaments is so draining of energy and emotions all over the layers. The sweat drops of hope are accompanied by the heart thump of the supporters. The entire lifeless creature that packed the spectator seats momentarily held its breath before the final grade was achieved in the ultimate attack. When an opponent falls, a champion tries to welcome victory.

Hanna got up from her stool before soaring with excitement. Prada, who was gagging in disbelief at the drama in the retina of his eye, got a continuous pinch from Hanna.

Prada avoids being upset. His sturdy arm tried to dispel the nosy fingers of the beloved girl. Prada was forced to lock a pair of tiny little wrists Hanna nosy.

Prada's sharp gaze approached Hanna's face. "Would I hug if I can't be quiet?"

Hanna immediately escaped her wrist from the safest crocodile so-called incident. Hanna hurried off the audience bench. But again the strength of the young coach's burly hand was mengasung step.

"Where are you going? The show is not yet closed. Still waiting for the cup surrender any minute." Prada's voice slightly raised so as not to drown in the sea of cheers of the supporters.

"I don't want to be hugged by a dumbfounded lizard. Surely Kak Prada often hugs the same boyfriends before, huh?"

Once Prada's arm was knocked down, Hanna again landed a bone sitting on the bench before.

Prada raised his eyebrows. "Just play slander. I've never had a partner besides you."

Hanna tightens Prada's grip until it breaks. "We're not a couple, Brother Prada! Brother, remember yes! I don't want to be hugged other than by my husband!"

Prada grinned at the fox. "Well, coincidence! Come on, let's list!"

Hanna gawking. "What list, brother?"

Prada stroked his chin. "Sign up to KUA, dong! Go to KUD to borrow the cost!"

Hanna twists Prada's earlobe to whimper. "Crazy people!"

Prada stuttered in pain. Hearts wanted to scream but lips held on. He did not want the attention of all the supporters of the two camps skinned him. Negative attention because of distraction.

Prada clasped Hanna's hand and separated from her earlobe.

"I'm crazy so I have a crazy lover!" chirps Prada is upset.

Hanna sneered in disgust. "I'm not your boyfriend!"

"No, indeed!" timpal Prada

Hanna nodded in relief. "Well, Nice! Now, Brother Prada is conscious, right?"

"It's no secret anymore!" continued the bule less sane then.

Hanna incubates. "Sister Prada sucks!"

A hard fork hit the shoulders of the two lovebirds who were struggling in their world. Adorable mouthful in the eyes of drama lovers. But success makes Hanna's heart jump beautifully into the deep pool.

The two were so shocked that there was no more debate like before.

They twist their neck slowly. They were only able to grimace curiously to find a middle-aged mother glaring sharply. It was as if the black eye seeds round the marbles wanted to escape from its nest.

Both of the mother's stocky arms rested in annoyance. "The closing of the show is over. Do you still want to fight here?"

Prada and Hanna held their breath. The two exchanged glances only through the tip of each other's eyes before tracing the state of the entire room.

The lips of the two teenagers were rounded in shock. Two pairs of their retinas do not capture the image of a living creature other than the mother with ear-length hair and wide body. The location of the tournament, which was originally crowded by the cheers of residents, is now like an untouched place. Non-rigid.

The mother moved from her seat. "Why are you just dumbass? If you don't get out soon you'll be locked by the guards"

Prada and Hanna faithfully froze in place until the figure of the mother stepped away from them and then vanished.

Hanna. "Come, Brother Prada! We find the Eagle and congratulate him." he excited.

Hanna's new movement a few steps had to be restrained. The girl turned to the only Adam still treading on the site. He's still flabbergasted

Hanna's forehead lifted. "Sir Prada, what's wrong?"

Prada inhaled the scent of sweat of hundreds of people left in the air. "My mood's broken watching how enthusiastic you are to the Eagle."

Hanna grunts. His fingers immediately grabbed another burly fingers that only spread on both sides of the surface of the cargo pants wrapped in his legs.

Prada. A less than solid self-defense forced him to move on.

Prada raised his eyebrows. "Where are you going?"

"Get out of here and then I'll go home. I don't want Brother Prada to be traumatized for being locked in this possibly haunted place."

Prada held Hanna's fingers closer. "Aren't you going to see the Eagle?"

Hanna shook her head firmly.

"Change minds?"

Prada. His heart pound above normal when meeting with Hanna, getting faster. Prada is a whimper does not mean to refuse sensitive. The young man understood the meaning of Hanna's words.

The atmosphere incarnates awkwardly.

Prada scratched his nape. "I ... I'll drive you home, okay?" Bids that affect the stomach health of the questioner.

Somehow it was like there was a little linu in Prada's stomach. In contrast to the parable of poets who fall charm of romance. Must be the beauty of the butterfly cradle rotating in the body.

"Didn't Kak Prada accompany Kak Sans?"

Prada shook his head slowly. "Just take me. Mr. Mark must have been watching her."

Hanna smelled a smile. "As always, Lecker Bakery. I want to add some pocket money."

'"Not much different from me!"

Hanna's thin lip curvature is getting bigger. "Come, we're leaving! Don't stay here too long!"

Prada nodded in an intractable smile. The word 'we' that glides gently from Hanna's vocal cords is like a nutrient that nourishes her seed.

***

Prada's hands clasped together nervously. The young man who had changed his clothes in the all-black servant uniform, repeatedly snatched the doorknob. His fingers loosened after almost pressing the doorknob.

Prada sucks in the air around him and then blows it away slowly. After being forced to steady his heart, his right fist touched the door leaf several times. The blond young man immediately pushed the doorknob after hearing someone recite from inside.

Arco welcomes its employees with a friendly manner. The papers of his interest were soon tidied up.

"Please sit down, Mr. Pra!"

Prada nodded before putting himself in front of the manager. The workbench became the separator of the two men.

"Thank you, Manager!"

Arco folded his arms on the surface of the table. "Can I help you?"

Prada scratched his gravity-defying hair. "It's not really important, but...."

Arco. "Tell me!"

Prada looked at the boss at a glance. "I just want to convey what if I leave the bakery lecker product in the school cafeteria. Of course with size and economical price!"

The man clad in a pastel shirt and dark suit closed his eyes for a moment.

Prada gulps down the spit of the mute. A few steps but thousands of hours.

Arco opened his eyelids. "Good idea, Mr. Pra! Genius idea for money hunters!"

Prada gawking. "Money hunters?"

Arco patted Prada's shoulder slowly. "Sorry, I was just kidding. But I like your idea, Mr. Pre."

Prada was amazed at the manager's response. "really?"

Arco nodded steadily. "Actually I was looking for an idea for the development of the company. After hearing your opinion, I'm interested in filing it with the owner of the company."

Prada sumringah's handsome paras are like sky lamps after rain. "So I can market it in elementary to middle school canteens?"

Arco is light. "Patience, Mr. Pre! The problem can be arranged. Even for profit we will talk about later. I will try to get this proposal accepted."

"Lecker bakery for kids and teens!"

Arco stroked his chin. "True, we have to follow the trend among children and adolescents. Especially the food that's in demand."

Prada stretched out her thumb.

While Prada and Arco are engrossed in discussing innovations in bakery leckers, Hanna is baffled here and there. The white-clothed girl was forced to step out of the kitchen looking for someone who had not seen her activities since stepping on the job. This Sunday the manager asked Hanna to help cook in the kitchen. He is in charge of preparing all the needs of the main chef.

Retina Hanna caught sightings of a black barbed man clad in a beige shirt at the corner-most table.

Hanna let out a sigh of relief. The step led him to approach the man who was enjoying a cup of black coffee and some traditional foods.

Hanna grabbed the man's left wrist. "I'm looking for you and I'm relaxing here."

The man put the cup on his saucer. His parasites turned to the tiny girl on the left side of his body.

"Sorry, you mean me?" ask the mature voice that is so polite.

Hanna immediately broke her fingers from the skin of the adult man. "I'm sorry, Sir! I got the wrong guy. You are so similar to my friend."

The image of the man is charming. Typical of Europeans though the hair and iris are similar to soot. The age gurat is beautifully engraved on her eyelids. Such a mature age further sharpens his charm.

"Are you still in school?" ask the friendly guy.

Hanna nodded.

The man enjoyed the innocent face of the girl before him. "Try me guess! BMN International High School?"

Hanna gawking. "How do you know?"

The man laughed crisply. "My son went to school there."

Hanna pensively listened.

"Sansfransisco. Commonly called Sans." he continued.

Hanna's eyeballs widened. "You're Sans' father? You're Grand Master Ken?"

The man smiled gently. "Maybe you feel like you saw Sans when his father."

Hanna was back. His heart did not justify the guesses of the man who claimed to be the father of Sans. Hanna's Retina indeed seemed to capture the image of the adult man as a person she knew. But not Sans but someone else he had met in a different form.

"I'm sorry, not Sans' sister but someone else." lirih Hanna was scared.

Marino Ken closed his smile. Hanna's calm voice was still able to touch her eardrum. The man's gaze suddenly glanced at the luxurious roof layer of the place he was treading. A line of short sentences Hanna a little teasing the inner and sowing fret.

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