HAPPY IS LIGHT

The Heart 3

Sans saturated. He leaned his back against the outer wall of the teacher's room. Routine activities after the implementation of the midterm exam or the final semester exam are over. Not because he was sanctioned or remidial of the exam results but because of loyal bodyguards who were careless in interpreting the subjects.

There were two creatures that made Sans breastplate to wait. A girl whose name always revolves around her life. Even he would sign a contract without paying if it was for the sake of endless waiting. Another young man of the rancid guard who had been his sidekick since youth.

Several times the corner of his sharp eye peered at the digital pointer within his wrist. Several times he breathed tired.

A moment later, the door of the teacher room shifted. The loud squealing made Sans slap from the reverie.

Sans welcomed the figure that was poking out from behind the door. A tall, well-built figure that wrapped a large backpack around his arm and pinched a pile of clean cloth in his palm. A messy blonde figure with languishing eyes. The appearance of a figure whose behavior successfully instigated the quiet Sans to speak at length.

Sans folded both of his arms. "Hows it? Don't repeat the remidi exam with a remidi!"

Prada grinning. "Don't say much. Why are you here anyway?"

"Forgotted the task of escorting the young master?" cruelty.

Prada is emotional. "And there's amnesia, too, that the last month has always kicked this handsome bodyguard off the wheel on the side of the road. Note, yes! The side of the road is not at the bus stop."

Sans returned Prada's angry look. "A man has dared to blame the employer?"

Prada continued his frustration. "You think there's a bus that's willing to stop anywhere. Why aren't these little guards thrown into the woods?"

Sans squeaked his painful temples. "Whatever!" reply, "Come, go home!"

Prada's heel swings once backwards. "Going home? Just yummy! Go home alone with the person who has been waiting at SPBU behind the school! Don't make people's children sulk."

"He's got an excrement."

Prada showed off the folds of white material in his grasp. "I also have training! How long have we been together?You don't understand my life either. You're too. Really too!!!"

Sans's fist was itching to land on a blonde head. Thin lips of honey color it began again dormant ria.

Fake Deheman is holding the feud, the two young men with different eye colors said. Foreign language teachers have departed between the two.

Sans set his behavior. His body bowed lightly giving a greeting.

The foreign language teacher smiled faintly in response. "Don't make a row here!" doorways

Prada scratched his nape. "Sorry, Mister Irvance! We'll be leaving soon!"

Mr. Irvance held off Prada's steps before he had time to step in with Sans.

Prada turned to foreign language teachers.

Prada stiffly agitated before asking for permission to withdraw from him and dragged Sans with him.

They let out a long sigh throughout the first floor passageway.

Sans began, "Actually, I just wanted to hear an explanation about your story in class about someone who knew our secret."

Prada nodded. "I don't know where the girl knows. It must be stopped before the whole school finds out and the problem gets run down."

Sans stared ahead with a giddy. "Actually who is he?"

Prada observed the swath by plot of the marble floor he was treading. "She's not a popular girl so you won't know her. She was just an ordinary girl with glasses and always appeared suddenly."

Sans cringing. "I mean his name."

Their conversation was interrupted by Prada's spinning brain. There seemed to be a word he wanted to call out in his memory.

"You know his name, right?" insist Sans.

Prada hesitated. "Yes but .. she said her name was Han...."

"Han? Hani?"

Prada.

"Handoko?"

A pair of blue eyes were breaking. "Girl! She's a girl not a father!"

Sans swept his face with the right palm.

Prada is still digging up his brain memory. "Dam ... Hannoman?"

Sans held back his steps. "Crazy bodyguard! He said she was not a girl. Now it's a primate."

Prada shook his lousy head. "I forgot his name but remember where his nose is. I'll take care of it!"

Sans fingered Prada's forehead. It was warmer than a gorilla. Maybe his brain had a short circuit that caused the components in it to smoke.

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