HAPPY IS LIGHT

Uniqueness of the Heart

Two young men of the same age were chasing along the front yard path of a magnificent third-level building. The footing the size of an adult sole was lined up in the middle of a neatly trimmed stretch of grass. Not only once the footwear both exceed the boundary of the path and disturb the calm of the green row. The lips of the jetted young man curled wide in his quick steps. Next to the hand wrapped in a long-sleeved white shirt hung in the air.

The blonde occasionally soars high in the clattering of her legs, hoping to reach the master who is no taller than her body.

A rowdy voice that blends with satisfied laughter and screams begs to liven up the silent twilight. Mr. Aman, the security guard just shook his head as he closed the main gate. The sixty-year-old retired army man ignores the real-world teen drama he nearly pursues every day.

Prada's right fingers successfully reached the back of Sans' shirt. But the nimble motion of Sans was able to escape.

Prada growling. "Sans, give that paper back right now! Don't make me bother!"

Sans just stuck out his tongue. His right arm was growing increasingly defiant against space. His laughter grew louder as lightning flashed that scorned the earth.

Deheman lightly sounded shortly after the pair of main house door leafs shifted. A middle-aged man clad in black formal attire complete with a suit and tie, poked out from behind an old teak sheet.

Mr. Abdi Sanjaya, loyal employee of the Ken family. All heirs to the name Sanjaya are a confidant of the Ken family since hereditary. His body is soaring and skinny. His head was covered in cotton-like strands. His body's movements are under control. He said gently full of appreciation and attention.

His back bowed softly giving him greetings.

"Young man has returned from school. How is school today? May it always be the best." he said.

The movement of the two youths of his age froze. The noise of a few seconds then turned silent for a moment.

Sans set his behavior. The position of his body switched perfectly straight followed by a chin and chest that puffed up.

One nod returned a greeting. "Everything goes as it should."

Prada's lips smirked thinly. These rancid guards are free to behave. There are no rules of decency that bind his actions. One nimble gesture of his fingers snatched something within Sans' grasp.

Sans jerks. As his gaze turned away from the butler who was welcoming his arrival, Prada had been far in the eyes. The broad back of his guard was shuffling away from the rows of rare plants before him.

A pair of Sansco's hands clenched furiously on both sides of his body. His heart wanted to catch up and bend Prada and throw him before Mr and Mrs Ken. But his body is always budging in the match of manners. Sans plans to expose Prada's laziness in the face of the test in front of his parents. If Prada's grades crumble, the laid-back guy will spend another year in the same class. Sans would be troubled to face his ordeal without a shield nearby.

The straight-bodied butler shook his head in surprise. "Prada ... Prada. The child is just doing it" he said.

Sans let out a tired sigh followed by the back of his hand that swept away the droplets on his temple. Sans promised to caress Prada's crown with his head when the boy returned.

The shadow of Prada's back was faint on Sans's retina when a pair of the bodyguard's agile limbs reached the main gate and slid into the free air.

Confused security personnel realize a car's contact slid in the direction of Earth's gravity after the prada figure vanished.

Luckily, the car's contacts were able to land successfully on the remains of security personnel. Although his head was throbbing, there were no injuries on the body of the luxury item contact.

"Review you, Prada! I won't open the door until anytime!" his nag.

Prada's shout echoed from outside the fence, "Sorry, sir! Just this time."

Pradana's independence laughter echoed loudly making Mr. Aman grudge.

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