HAPPY IS LIGHT

Surely Evasive

Two days before a high school cooking competition, Marco pumps his guts toward one of the school's princes. The youth who would become the main idol if it had a conglomerate bloodline. He was not the main prince but the number one's right hand. A young man who more resembles a knight than a full descendant of manners.

Marco led the knight to the school cafeteria across the central garden path. Prada who did not understand just followed the pace of the legs of the eccentric younger brother who stepped timidly in front of him.

"What's the matter, Mar?" prada asked who failed to hold back his curiosity.

Marco faithfully stepped in without turning away. "What matters, brother!"

"Is that important?" prada's investigation is suspicious

Marco nodded behind his back. Prada was only able to stare at the astonished thin back wrapped in a dark blazer. The girl's short haircut swayed in rhythm with her long earring dance and the clattering of her pantofel shoes.

Prada sighed in annoyance many times. "You're afraid of getting caught by the cheerleader when you're close to me?"

Marconah held back his steps suddenly until Prada was fooled into making. Luckily, Prada was sprightly and did not hit a thin body dry in front of him.

Prada's teeth were fattening. "Why stop suddenly?"

Marco turned around half a circle. "I'm not afraid of those pretty girls, sister. I just don't want to make trouble and end up hitting someone."

Prada. "Anarchist."

Marco puffed his shoulders. "Yes, that's it." he said proudly.

Migraine pulses instantly swarmed next to Prada's head. "Then why did you take me to the cafeteria where there were so many people? They are definitely there!"

Marco shook his right index finger haughtily. "I've analyzed! The girls are training hard for the next few months because there will be a basketball game. Surely they are also on a diet and will avoid the canteen. I'm sure they won't overload the bottommost formation later."

Prada could not hold the side of his suffering head. Two fingers side by side immediately kneaded his temple plan.

Marco kept raving, "They don't like their assets coming into contact with such ugly species like us, do they?"

Prada was tired. "All assets discussed? Girls are troublesome, often bother themselves and like to make hassles."

Marco's point of view aimed at Prada's eyes. "One of the school's assets includes Kak Prada. Handsome guy who never calms down because not all girls are allowed to be close."

"Here you go, there is no need to think about unimportant things." - timpal Prada.

"If Kak Prada is calm, we beauty-deficient people will also calmly look at you from any angle."

Iris blue Prada squeaking. "Emang since when did you have a crush on me? Aren't you dating the gondrong?"

Marco glares. Instantly the red hue burned its face. His back turned back to face Prada before connecting the delayed move.

Prada followed Marco slowly. "really, right? You must be what's wrong with that gimbal om?"

Marco's shadow on Prada's retina. The young man was only able to increase the evilness of his grinning lips.

"We have nothing to do!" firmly Marco emotion.

Prada hides a pair of hands in a pants pocket. "But your gazes at the hospital say different things."

"Kak Prada is noisy," he grumbled.

Marco clogs his two ear holes with his index finger. The shadow of the school cafeteria that had not been crowded began to appear on Marco's retina. The girl spurred her steps to immediately reach one of the empty tables in the middle.

Prada put his body lazy in front of Marco who first put the position. A square table separates the two.

The Prada supports its proportional chin on the face of two palms. "Quick say!"

"He asked for your help."

Prada raised his eyebrows. "Him?"

Marco blurted out the volume of sound. "You'll understand. He's gonna be here."

The volume of Prada's voice is decreasing. "What does he want?"

"He wants you to help us." Marco replied without further ado.

Prada shook his hand. "One of you must have refused."

Marco assented. "Therefore there shall be no notification whatsoever."

Prada squinting. "What was the reason he cancelled? I don't think he has any other business."

Marco glanced at his watch. "She's coming soon. Everything that concerns him asks directly to the person."

Prada tapped softly on the table under his elbow with a random rhythm. "When is the time?"

"Fusa."

Prada bulging. "You crazy?"

"Not us but he's crazy!" timpal Marco won't lose.

Prada sweeps forehead hair into the brindles. "He again. Him again. You guys are really crazy. How can I get through something without preparation?"

Marco grabbed the hand of Prada lying on the surface of the table. The dark eyes of the gleaming masculine girl pleaded.

Prada took off his fingers quickly. "Don't hold-hold!" snarl.

Marco pulled his hand. "Sorry, Brother! I was just begging for help. Help us, will you?"

Prada threw away a wry face.

Marco's index finger stretched out on the figure that eroded the distance with their table. "He's come!"

***

Prada was a little lost as they passed by at the gate. Usually Prada never absent seduce him secretly when they meet. But this time Prada's cold attitude felt different.

Hanna was pensively too deeply that she did not realize the horn of the arrival of the city bus. The girl faithfully fluttered like a rock until the mass-carrying vehicle passed.

When she realized the bus had run, Hanna was only able to pat her on the forehead. Though he was determined to forget the taste in Prada. But the annoyance comes when the puja is close to someone. Hanna threw a glance at the densely packed Street. The act of eliminating fret by enjoying the density of the road is a wrong choice.

His eyes watched his girlfriend driving with a tomboyfriend.

Upset sneaks into Hanna's heart without being blocked. He gave up in his mind. He no longer wished for Prada's thrilling caring attitude.

Hanna was still flinching on the surface of the bench stop. He was reluctant to move even though two fleets of mass carriers had crossed before him.

The shadow of the young man who increasingly filled his brain incarnated in the real world. The blondie who was a whiny hobby pulled his vehicle over the edge of the stop.

The young man opened the head protection glass. "Hanna, why are you still here?"

Hanna threw a stare in the slow-moving trouser.

Blue eyes stroked the passenger seat. "Come, I'll take you!" bring him.

Hanna moved with annoyance. He shook his head firmly before stretching the distance in haste.

Prada downhill motor sport then followed Hanna. Her burly hand reached for Hanna's tiny arm. Hanna who flinched turned around to face Prada. They stared for a moment until Hanna threw away her face.

Hanna threw Prada's hand.

Prada frowned in wonder. "What's up, Hanna?"

"Why did Prada go back to the school stop? Didn't you just go with someone?" search Hanna.

Prada glanced for a moment in his daydream. He stumbled on a smile as a tickling memory emerged in his mind.

"You're jealous, huh?" goda.

Hanna's cheeks bulged. "No!"

Prada's shoulder touched the tiny shoulder next to her. "Come on, be honest! Hanna's jealous of Prada."

Hanna tiptoed away. "Sister Prada don't come near me anymore!"

Hanna pushed out Prada's fingers that would grab her arm. The petite girl hurriedly swung a thousand steps avoiding Prada. A pair of his limbs retraced hastily along the sidewalk.

Prada reluctantly gives in to Hanna's strange demeanor. His wide steps had no difficulty following the figure of Hanna who was like a small prey.

"Hanna, wait!"

Hanna quickened her pace.

"Hanna, stop!" yell Prada back.

Hanna shook her head in her nimble steps.

Prada focused all of his energy on both of his legs. His swing grew crazier as the horse lost control when it realized the end of the sidewalk was separated by a highway.

The careless Hanna continued to twist her leg joints without being vigilant. Almost his body slipped and washed away at the swift flow of the highway. Luckily Prada's hands were able to reach the girl's arm. Prada grabbed the tiny body in her arms before landing emergencyly on the edge of the pavement directly adjacent to the road.

Prada's unfortunate right leg dislocated after offending the hard edge of the pavement. The high-strength body gave up on defeat after colliding with the neat paving arrangement. Prada is only able to curl up to protect Hanna.

Hanna shifted her body slowly trying to shed the two sturdy arms that were guarding her. Hanna rested on the side of Prada's body whimpering.

Hanna's eyes glazed over. "Sister Prada, I'm sorry! It's all my fault."

Prada grimacing pain. His head shook with fatigue. His lips were shaking about to utter a sentence but his voice was shackled in pain.

Hanna. "Wait, I'll get help!"

Hanna met one by one pedestrians not far from their existence. Some of the pedestrians Hanna encountered flocked to Prada who was struggling against her pain.

Several male pedestrians tried to reach Prada's body when a middle-aged man burst into a crowd.

Paras the man in the suit was in confusion. "What's going on?" tanyanya panic.

Hanna replied, "My friend fell sprained, sir!"

The man in the suit turned to Hanna. Suddenly the handsome man's eyes widened. "You're a part-time student of BMN, right?"

Hanna nodded quickly.

The man in the suit threw a look at the victim. "So he.." the sentence paused when the shadow of blonde hair fell on the retina of the man in the suit.

The man in the suit hurriedly grabbed the body of the blond young man. "God! Prada!" hysterical shouting.

Men in suits patted the shoulders of the male pedestrians who supported Prada's body. "Fathers, I ask you to take this young man to my car! He's my foster son."

The pedestrian men nodded in agreement. They quickly caught up with the man in the suit who was guiding the steps in front. A young driver hastily pulled the door of the car before Prada's body occupied the passenger bench. The pedestrians resumed their delayed journey after receiving a thank-you note from the man in the suit.

Hanna held the arm of the man in the suit who would occupy the leading passenger seat.

The man in the suit looked over with a frown on his forehead.

"Let me accompany Brother Prada, sir!"

The man in the suit let out a short sigh before nodding understandably.

***