HAPPY IS LIGHT

The Story of Asmara Sahaja 4

Prada stepped gontai tracing the length of the second floor hallway of the XI class. The solar has just begun his work. His brilliance is warm to the illuminated surface of the earth. The sting has not threatened the beauty of the skin actually increases the nutritional reserves. The atmosphere is still relieved. But the sweat increasingly beranakan river across the eyes like the ocean to the cheeks tan Prada.

His breath was hunting as his legs roared. Repeatedly his uniform coat sleeve wiped away the droplets that were almost attracted to the graphite on the tip of his chin.

The hallway was so crowded by the students who were crammed into their room. Only five minutes left to tidy up the position on each bench before the teachers set foot in front of the class.

Prada held back his steps on the doorstep of the XI class of Science 5. His head stretched out partly. His gaze explored every corner of the classroom and researched one by one the creatures that crowded the room. But the shadow of a person is not imprinted in his retina. The figure of the employer who is always his responsibility. Actually, the feeling of anxiety did not also get away when for a second did not feel the aura of Sans around him. How else if the quiet Sans more enjoy the morning just alone with a lover all the way to school.

Prada had to succumb to love who seemed reluctant to separate even if only a step.

Prada grunts annoyed. His steps rotated towards the neighboring class. Class inhabited by her mistress. Like a memory of decency, Prada stepped on another area without permission. He rattled among the few schoolgirls who were huddling in front of the classroom duplicating one's schoolwork. The unraveling crowd presents the way to the loyal knights of the young master of the Kei family.

The schoolgirls buzzed each other in excitement enjoying the dark backpacked strapping back.

Prada patted the bench of a source of answers to schoolwork. The smart one who is always surrounded by his friends when schoolwork will be billed by the subject teacher. Si juwita the top level that can not be separated from adam's flattery.

The flaming haired girl jumped in shock.

"Shara, where's Sansco?" ask Prada quickly

Shara raised next to the tanned eyebrows. "Have you not been to your class?"

Prada rubbed his throbbing forehead. "He's not there!" scared reply

Shara just frowned in response.

Prada slaps Shara's bench slowly. "Based on the corrupt employer! The driver may be dropped off in the middle of the road. I'd better get dropped off at the stop. Where there's a city bus to stop anywhere."

Shara patted Prada's back slowly. His good intention to lower the emotional level of the blonde gets a whistle tempting the other residents.

Paras Prada approaches Shara's earlobe. "He picked you up and you guys left together, right?"

Shara nodded slowly in a bow.

Prada rubbed her hair in frustration. Fabric hair that is always messy is increasingly laughable like a losing brawl.

"He's delicious while I'm good. Indeed the insolent employer. I walked until school and he disappeared!"

Shara shook her head slowly hearing Prada's long speech that never ended. Maybe the par bule is too diligent to follow the storyline of a sinetron themed heart betrayed. So that all upset that is not immersed in the mind, is evaporated to the surface.

Prada whispered back. "You don't look together, do you?"

Shara nodded lightly. "We understand, Mr. Guard! He dropped me off at the back fence."

The fake dehem voice broke the preoccupation of the two who were whispering. They turned in unison at the row of schoolgirls who were giggling seductively.

Prada stuttering. His body is back up. One arm rests on the waist while the other hand combs the opposite blonde strand.

Rows of schoolgirls soaring with excitement.

"There may be a young man who misses a girl as beautiful as Shara." - he boasted.

Their shrill voice was happy to incite the uneasy gazes of the other students who were racing copying the answers of the tasks in the corner of the room. They growled furiously as their duplicating speed had to drop in the dying seconds.

Shara just stomped her temple slowly. A sudden pulse struck his brain nerves.

The swift pace crossed the doorway and sank into the festive cheers of Prada fans. Apparitions of young men with legumes are neglected for a second.

"What are you doing here, Prapto? "

Prada froze for a moment. His fresh babble that comforted the neighboring classmate's students evaporated instantly.

"Where have you been, Prapto?"

Prada turned to a calm voice that dipped as cold as the north pole. "I should have said that! You kicked me out of the car and just disappeared. I had to run so I wouldn't be late for the gate. Don't you feel my pain?"

Sans' right index finger poked his ear hole. A series of sentences along the railway line rubbed his eardrum. Without replying to the word, Sans' palm swept over Prada's face.

Prada banishes Sansco's ignorant hand.

Sansco dodged Prada's movements before clutching the blond man's suit sleeve.

"Come on, get out of here!"

Sansco drags Prada to step in with him. Prada's efforts twitched from Sans' restraints but failed to escape his arms.

The hysteria of the students is getting more and more rumbling. Their combination of heartbeats enlivened the hubbub of the atmosphere.

"Prince and his Knights. If I can't reach the pengeran, I'm willing to give my heart to the mister bodyguard!" chirp a friend of Shara's.

Another girl denied. "My heart only stuck on Sans the blackest hair of the night of the eclipse."

Shara gave a long sigh. The parasite runs between two folded arms

the flirtatious voice was still tossed against each other even though the two idol figures only left traces of his scent.

"Although there is a prince, my heart remains for the guardian lord. Princes alone are guarded let alone my love!"

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