HAPPY IS LIGHT

The Heart 2

Pradana inhales the long aroma of orange twilight. His pair of legs swung casually among the pedestrians passing by. A carefree whistle accompanied the light steps anchored to a convenience store.

The blonde's steps were stuck in the doorway of the wide glass self-service. Both of Prada's hands spread a shabby lump of paper. For a moment a pair of oceanic eyes stared tired and resignedly.

His hand squeezed back in a pinch before throwing it at the trash can leaning against the wall near the door. Prada's negligence on the situation around him digs up someone's loss. A meek girl was carrying several bags of groceries, pushing the door from the inside using her elbow. The shame is that he must come into great contact with a young man whose steps and thoughts are different.

The waist-haired girl was pushed back and then toppled. His grocery bags slammed and landed on the floor. The contents of the full pouch scattered cover some parts of the surface of the floor of the supermarket foyer.

The girl was still in shock. His eyes widened with a gaping mouth.

Prada panic. Not thinking long, his body immediately lowered. Hand deftly gathered back some flour that enveloped the floor. The flour packaging thinned as some of its contents escaped out.

Prada felt guilty. "I'm sorry!" the door while picking up the egg shell in pieces.

The contents of the egg shell melted into one more unorganized. Her distinctive smell splashed on the girl's plain canal. Some were also attached to Prada uniforms.

The girl was still shaking until her gaze found a lump. Next to the arm immediately grabbed him in the grasp.

A karyawati appeared scattered from inside the supermarket and then helped memapah the girl to get back up straight.

"Are you okay, Miss?"

The girl nodded slowly. "Thank you, brother!"

The girl dragged her steps towards the relaxed bench on the supermarket foyer. He heaved a sigh of relief when it had secured his back on the backrest.

Prada looked up when Karyawati was offending her shoulder.

"Please shop, sir! Let me clean it all up!"

Prada approves. His body is back up. "Thank you, brother!"

The karyawati smiled faintly in response before busy tidying up some of the messy shop foyer.

Prada discouraged the intention while buying mineral water. His steps revolved towards the nearest sink washing away the smell of his fingers before approaching the appearance of an innocent girl who was hit by shit. The girl who was sitting while massaging her arms.

"I'm sorry! I was completely unintentional. I just don't watch around."

The dark-haired girl lowered her head in.

Prada continued the paragraph that was not yet fully intact, "I will replace it!"

The girl's head moved a sign of rejection.

Prada is not feeling well. "But... "

The girl returned to shake. "Sister did cause me to fail to make the cake. But I'm okay. My brother unintentionally. No need to replace."

Prada frowned. There was a familiar calm voice just touching his eardrum.

Prada grabs the girl's shoulder, forcing her to turn to him.

"You...."

A pair of clear ash eyes flashed a few times.

"The sloppy boy in the library," continued Prada closing the sentence.

The girl gave a long sigh. "I have a name, brother. Don't call me a boy, yeah."

Prada raised his eyebrows. "Just keep the girl's name other than Shara's not pen...."

The girl's tone went up. "I'M HANNA IN MEMORY! Just call me Hanna."

Prada's fingers stuffed his ears together. His heart is like a beautiful jump from the chest cavity. The girl's scream was nothing compared to her tiny thin lips.

Hanna. "Sorry, Brother! I forced Brother Prada to know my name."

Prada scratched his nape. "Already done. Don't think about it. I finally know your name, too, right?"

Hanna's crystal clear paras getting sumringah. The girl got off the bench before confronting Prada. Her hair that looked as slick as silk danced around in the afternoon breeze.

Once again the strange wave was tidal in Prada's heart. So stifling and painful as it broke on the edge of his heart. A rare sight for Prada. Hanna's gray iris squashy look blends pink tinge to her round cheeks. The young man was only able to slit his mute saliva.

Hanna showed off a piece of middle-semester exam paper of the XI grade students.

"More ... how could Kak Prada who is native to Europe not speak a foreign language?"

Prada held her breath. Both of his arms felt the pockets of his pants and suit. The evidence to be destroyed has vanished. Now switch to Hanna's grasp.

Prada stuck out her vibrating index finger. His body was as boneless.

"How can someone who lives in a noble environment who often has important meetings with foreigners but zero in understanding foreign languages?"

Prada swept his face. "Great Lord Ken's been abroad a lot. I've been a foster kid since I was a baby. Besides I live here with Mr. Ken's working people who speak national and local languages."

Hanna smiled a little.

Prada stuck her neck out to Hanna's face. "Why should I explain at length to you?"

Hanna raised both her shoulders. "Sister can actually take private tutoring with sister's employer."

Prada turned away from Hanna. His gaze obscured some passing vehicles.

"Lazy studying with Sans. He always responds quickly. Learning is boring" he replied.

Hanna patted the sturdy arm covered in a dark suit. "Well, right?"

Prada's forehead is wrinkled. His fingers immediately swept over Hanna's touch marks.

"Why since I met you I've always met you. What I expected was Shara!" luh Prada's.

Hanna flicked Prada's forehead. Anger mingled with anxiety gives strength to the tip of his index and thumb.

Prada jerks. His forehead throbbed before he could dodge. The small caress of her index finger is enough to relieve pain.

"Why does Prada always say that? I'm sure Kak Prada has a lot of respect for Kak Sans. So there's no way Kak Prada likes Kak Sans' boyfriend."

A pair of ocean irises break down. Something tightly controlled and tightly stockpiled where it might sniff the world. Where did the leak come from?

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