The Stupid Barbie's
Arka Darling Rana, No?
"Buck!!" the girl looked cheerful. Yes, he is cheerful. Kan, again fascinated.
The accosted arc shifted its gaze, and with quick steps the man walked towards the kitchen. Panicking yourself for no reason.
"Eh, Arka why?" Rana stared at the man's departure with a big question mark on the look on his face.
After entering the kitchen, the girl stopped next to a table. With both hands he rested on the table. Yes, he was confused about what to do. He had no intention of going to the kitchen. He saw a wide glass of water in front of him. Without a second thought, he immediately gulped it.
"Buck!!"
The byurr!!
Suddenly Arka spouted water that one second ago had already occupied the cavity of her mouth.
"What water is this, Ma?" he asked in the end, because he felt a strange taste on his tongue and all over his mouth.
"Air kobokan's. Hehe." Sarah displayed her widest smile with guilt. Just a little, but.
"What?" Arka hurriedly opened the refrigerator door, picked up a bottle of water, opened the lid, and immediately gulped it down.
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In the family room, Rana is made to wait again, while putting on a bent face because you know yourself as the mood of PMS girls. Bad one. Rana massaged her stomach that still feels pain.
Tap tap tap....
But, just by hearing the sound of someone's footsteps, the girl developed her smile again. His eyes looked at who was coming. Then he found Arka walking with a plate in her right hand and a glass of water in her left. And Rana, on purpose once the girl put her bent face again. Ahh, you little girl.
"Ma." The guy was sitting next to Rana. Put all the luggage on the table.
Rana responded by singing her lips. Back to the sofa.
"Arka anyway .. called even nyelonong go," murmured Rana still pouted.
"You want to take this .... Your stomach still hurts?" tanyanya did not want to extend the problem of him who was struggling to leave.
"He em." The mangosteen shutter, still with his hands holding his stomach.
"Yes already. Eat, yuk," Arka persuaded.
"Males," said Rana as it is.
"Eh, here, Ra." The guy grabbed Rana's hand.
"Ha, why?" ask Rana but still obey with Arka's words. Diverting his back from the back of the sofa. Putting his body aside facing Arka.
"No papa ..," said Arka, but her right hand was grabbing the pause that Rana was wearing and releasing it did not take long.
While doing Rana, he can only be silent with a chest of twitching, dag dig dug, because now the guy in front of him is tidying up his long hair with the warm eyes of the guy. And of course, any girl would be made to fall more and more in love with this kind of treatment.
"Well .. I'd rather see you like gini," said Arka after completing his activities. Staring at Rana with a smile etched on her lips.
"Cambodia ... Rana dear Arka. Arka dear isn't the same Rana?" the question suddenly flowed from the lips of the girl. He was just afraid of losing Arka. Afraid that ultimately Arka was not his.
Still with a warm smile Arka said, "Well I said no baby, do you believe me?"
"Mr ...." Rana thought a little. ".... No," he said at the end, with both corners of the lips perfectly raised.
Arka so chuckled by Rana's answer. The guy then shuffles the hair at the top of Rana's head. "If not dear, I think I will not want to bawuran that time," he said while pulling his hand.
"Eh?" Rana held Arka's hand. "Emang, since when does Arka love Rana?"