HAPPY IS LIGHT

Prison of Love 2

D grabbed Hanna's shoulders. The sweet girl of unsaturated mature sapodilla stared at the new appearance of the friend since the first lesson began until the screams of the school marker were over. Actually not much has changed from the tip of the shoe to the dark strands dangling from Hanna's waist.

Hanna remained wrapped in a slightly loose and polite uniform. White top wrapped in dark blazer and pleated skirt to the ankles. Low heels pantofel shoes and plain socks covered long skirt. Apparitions that follow the adab and the manners of his extended family.

Seen a differentiator on the order of Hanna's face now. A pair of thick glass that always perched on the nose bone is now gone. Just leave a tiny face with sparkling eyeballs. Soft thick hair decomposed on both sides of his body.

D reluctantly took off his arms on Hanna's shoulder.

Hanna was only able to budge holding back the sultry.

"You're beautiful, my friend!"

Hanna smiled lightly. His body moved slowly trying to separate from the circle of D's arms.

"D, I want to find someone first to take me home together."

D smile seductively. "Eagle's brother, right? Why don't you guys just be lovers?"

Hanna shakes. "Another who yesterday has been my lover."

Forehead D shriveled. "Who? Why are you just being quiet?" sulking.

Hanna patted D's soft shoulder. "Deborah, I'm not a popular student so why tell me if I have a boyfriend?"

D was pretending to be disappointed. "But this beautiful and magnificent Deborah is your best friend."

Hanna's two palms clashed against each other hinting in regret.

D the bigger the head. "Then tell me who he is."

"He's...."

D reluctantly turns to Hanna before her heart's intent is reached and her curiosity is satisfied.

"He is Kak Pradana Ultinos" replied Hanna Lirih.

D looked over with heated eyes. "What's? Brother Prada? Are you haluing or cornering someone your best friend likes?"

Hanna gave a long sigh. His arms rest on each other. While the face D is perfectly bent.

"D, don't start again or I'll call Nicko and you won't be allowed to come to school again."

Gutter D's face turned frantic. He grabs Hanna's hand for mercy.

Nickolas Wahyu Permana, a young man with superior intelligence is a quarter-century old and has earned a professorship in science. Nicko has an ocean-wide heart in the face of the behavior of D the teenager who just grew up.

Because of the great feeling of the handsome, jet-haired and fair-skinned man on D, the exchange of rings became a way out to suppress D who was still crazy about European paragon.

Hanna grinned ignorantly. "Eatingly D, you're already engaged to Nicko's sister you should have reduced the savage look on all the handsome men."

Deborah nodded obediently. "I was just kidding, Han. Actually, I don't dare to mess around either."

Hanna gave D two thumbs up.

D suddenly snorted annoyedly realizing a word in Hanna's sentence. "What do you mean the savage look at all the handsome men?"

Hanna pulled her heels slowly before swinging a thousand steps as fast as the motion of light. His hands waved lightly as a greeting of goodbye.

Deborah clenched her fury. His lips seemed to be curling with emotion. Trying to blow all the anger at the crown. But his screams only sounded faintly at Hanna's eardrum that had drifted away.

Deborah's breath goes up and down. His eyes opened wide catching the shadow of Hanna who giggled small.

Hanna was loyal in her mischievous smile. Her carefree steps towards the heart of her heart were visibly agitated outside the car door on the student-only parking lot.

Hanna greeted cheerful Prada. The refined pat was able to make the tall stout body soar in shock.

Prada's sinister gaze fell on Hanna's graceful face. Both of his eyes had even forgotten to blink. The fine wrinkles seemed real on Prada's forehead after a moment of unmoving.

"Who are you?"

Hanna puffed her cheeks in annoyance. "Sister Prada is young but forgetful. My grandmother was still fresh in her memory."

Jemari Prada twists the earlobe of the girl. "It has come suddenly without greeting now instead of insulting the senile."

Hanna dodged fast. "I am Prada's lover. We just got together yesterday, didn't we?"

Prada shook his head in panic. "No way! There's no way a girl prettier than Shara could be my girlfriend. I don't even have a boyfriend."

Hanna's heart accelerates the pump's motion in its fullness. The sound of his beating was felt up to the scalp. A line from Prada was able to invite his pairs of admiration and heap up his previous disappointment.

"Come, we'll go home together!" persuade Hanna spoiled.

Prada dodged quickly. HP's ringing sound makes the interaction pause the two. Prada reached into his dark suit pocket. He immediately received an incoming call from someone who was always draining his energy.

"Yes," murmured Prada.

The blonde head nodded several times while chanting the same word without variation until the two-way conversation was over.

Prada again threw his communication device in the pocket of the school suit.

Prada looked at the little girl. Both of her hands gently gripped both sides of Hanna's shoulders.

"Okay, I don't know what you mean but I'm asking you to get out of here because I'm at work!"

Hanna raised both eyebrows. Only false hope and real disappointment did he receive. What to say, indeed the unilateral relationship is not the will of Prada. It all happened because of Hanna's insistence. It's only natural that Prada doesn't remember it. Their meetings can even be estimated without a count.

Prada turned to the smooth claps on his back. Looks like a girl of his age has been standing straight behind him.

The red barley girl smiled. "Hows it? So we're leaving?"

Prada nodded in spirit.

Hanna clenched her pair of hands in annoyance.

Hanna pressed Prada's body with all her might. "Sister Prada is stupid. Forgot me! Like to pretend to cover up their relationship!"

Prada is wide-eyed while Shara is silenced. Now Prada's brain has awakened from the ignorance of memory. The shadow of yesterday suddenly rotated in his mind.

Hanna had taken a thousand steps before Prada realized the intention of reaching the little girl again.

Shara is suspicious. "You know that little girl growing up?"

Prada pulled two sides of her hair then gave a small nod.

"You got a problem?"

Prada shook his head with a grunt. "Why can't I remember that she's Hanna?" mumbled wailing.

Meanwhile, Hanna's footsteps jerked in annoyance all the way to the exit gate. The right hand that was clenching furiously floated a fist at the other palm.

A young man leaning against the gate suddenly approached. Many question marks hung on his wrinkled forehead.

"I was waiting for you from earlier Hanna. I thought you were home with D. It's still here."

Hanna's still putting on pursed lips.

"Have anything bad happened?"

Hanna replied in silence then grabbed the sweet black man's arm before forcing him to step suddenly.

The eagle was still astonished in his steps. "Hanna?"

"I want to go home. Hungry!"

Darted eagle. "So if hungry beautiful face can be blurred?"

Hanna twists the small arms of the Eagle.

"Sick, Hanna!" beaver Eagle.

Hanna laughed softly.

Joyful both did not escape the sharpness of a pair of blue ocean from behind the glass car. His jaw is hardened. His teeth are grinding. A pair of hands gripped the steering wheel with emotion.

Shara frowned at the sudden change in Prada's mood. The joy at the beginning disappears with hatred.

Prada slowly pulled the steering wheel over the shoulder of the road.

"Why stop?" ask Shara who has not recovered from the confusion.

Prada shuts off the engine. "Shara know where you're going to meet?"

Shara nodded confidently.

Both Prada's hands retreated from the wheel. "There's something I need to take care of. You take the car to your appointment. If that damn employer protests, let me take responsibility."

Shara let out a long sigh while twitching both of her shoulders.

Prada immediately left the steering bench and slammed the front door. Then running eroded the distance with two people who were joking along the sidewalk.

"Hanna!" loud shouting.

Hanna and the Eagle are petrified. They turned their bodies watching a tall young man whose algal ridge reached them.

Prada held back the steps before Hanna. The breath graph is insignificant.

"Hanna, come on .. we .. go home together!" Take Prada in his breath.

Hanna thunts. "We don't know each other."

Paras Prada. "I'm sorry, yeah! I really don't recognize your new appearance. You're more beautiful than any girl I've ever met."

Hanna refused to chimed. His limbs soon passed to hide the heart that would not be set to calm down.

The eagle equalled Hanna's quick steps. "You got a problem?"

Hanna shook her head quickly.

Prada grabbed the Eagle's shoulder. "Then we go home with three."

Eagle consented.

"Say she wants a date. Why are you suddenly here? Tired of the show?" sindir Hanna's.

Prada silenced Hanna's lips with one of her hands. "I'm buying ice cream but stop talking."

The eagle nodded in wonder. "How did the story get so familiar?"

Hanna pushed Prada away. "If Kak Prada does not do the employer's direction later cut the salary...."

Prada was so stupefied that he had to hold his shaking stomach. "It's normal."

The eagle folded his arms in annoyance. "You're ignoring one human here."

Prada scratches the clumsy nape. "Sorry, Brother Eagle!" ogre.

The eagle only glared while Hanna held back a laugh.

Prada clenched his hands then raised his fists against gravity. "Let's go home together and eat ice cream until it's bloated!"

Hanna nodded in spirit. Both of his arms held Prada and the Eagle.

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