The Stupid Barbie's
Masked Dinner

"Ra, Papi anter home, yuk! You're looking for Mami, you know," asked Darren stroked Rana's head that was put to sleep on his lap.

"Emc ... Rana males, Pi," Rana's response pouted. His eyes were still focused on watching the television screen before him.

"Don't ditu dong, aar if papa you are angry, can be a stirring one Indonesia," licked Papi Rana, imagining his ex-wife's husband was raging with a red face extinguished like a rotten tomato.

"Hahaha, Papi can. Yaudah deh, Rana nurut, but wanted to be ushered Papi," kekeh Rena rose from her honest sleeping position, felt very comfortable. Yes ... rather than Om Cipto increasingly find it with various kinds of unprofessional advice again, he better go home immediately.

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"Eh, Mr Budi? How are you, sir?" greet Darren smiled kindly at the housekeeper Rana. Understandably, he is certainly no stranger to the man aged half a century. After all, he also often drove Rana home if the girl had finished staying overnight or just visited his house.

"Eh, Mr. Darren, I'm good, sir. Nganterin Non Rana, sir?" ask Mr. Budi to open the gate immediately.

"Yes Sir. How does the house seem to be quiet, sir? " Task Darren again. Rana was just looking from the window of his house, which was not a car in his garage.

"Oh, Mrs Puspa and Mr. Cipto are away, sir. He said he would attend a large family meal, Mr. Mayor," said Mr. Budi.

Darren was just a beard, as if he did not feel any pain. His heart was like a sharp sword. I don't know ... Until now, he has not been able to forget Puspa. Even though it was more than ten years ago he divorced the sweet-talking woman.

Hearing the news, Rana did not hesitate to get out of her Papi's car. At least, this way he can be a little spared from his father's annoying daily cult series.

"yes, Pi, Rana entered first, yes, " said Rana after standing beside Mr. Budi

Pak Budi gawking. His eyes widened, looking at his master from top to bottom. Really like a scarecrow.

"Non Rana ... wearing Mr Darren's shirt? "

"Hehehe, yes, sir. After that Rana did not bring clothes fitting there. But good, right, sir?" kekeh Rana then circled the installment. Increasingly shows that his clothes are very dirty.

"Ba-good anyway," response Pak Budi while scratching his head that is not itchy.

"Hhh, get in there, Ra! Do you have an online schedule, this mall? " Darren reminds. If not reminded, the boy could be busy watching Korean dramas.

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The house was quiet, his father and mother were attending dinner, while his brother was at his stepfather's house. Previously, he was very happy to be able to do PR calmly without the interference of his brother's voice who often tiptoed or shouted hysterically because of kebaperan after watching drakor. But look now, no one, not even his phone is enough to piss off.

Dhira pinched his temple furiously. Is working on math problems seriously but the singing voice of the song "Gundul-gundul Pacul" continues to ring his ears. Makes him not focus. It must be the ringtone sound of her brother's phone.

Finally, Dhira kicked his desk furious. If this continues his brain can become dead-end, like his brother's brain. Really sucks. He then stood up from his seat and immediately sauntered towards his brother's super messy room.

The phone was sharp. If possible, he wants to slam that thing right now. The name "Niel" was printed on the phone's screen. You bucin handyman! His grunts growled and then refused the call from the man.

"Pantes aja, "he said again, smiling cunningly. Then his fingers nimbly blocked the number without a second thought.

Who told you not to learn.

"Dhira?" Unexpectedly, it turned out that Rana was already standing in the doorway of her room. He looked at his sister with a big question mark. What is that grown boy doing here?

Dhira was not surprised let alone misbehaved. He is already good at regulating emotions, especially expression. So, he just looked at his brother from top to bottom.

His sister looks very strange, but let it be, he does not want his time wasted. Especially if only to care about the clothes of his super great brother.

Her fingers immediately pressed the back button on her brother's phone, erased the history, and put it down again.

"Dhira, ngapa .... "

"Ooo .... " Rana's lips are rounded. Just trust the words of her sister.

"Mama and Papa again have dinner with her family Kak Rena," said Dhira as she stepped out of her brother's room.

"Udah know," said Rana then stick out her tongue. Very fond of disturbing his little sister who minimal this expression.

"O," briefed Dhira, indifferently entering his room.

"Free, O? You granny!" ledek Rana is soft, it's amazing that his sister can be this my way. Like an adult. But as he remembered, it was not so. At most just frown if it has been lectured Papa. That'sthat's all.

"Oh yeah, don't be noisy! I'm learning." Dhira suddenly lowered his head again. Making Rana shocked, but then entered again without waiting for a response from her brother.

"Oh!" grunts Rana, then enters her room, changes her clothes and lays her body on the bed.

His eyes were staring at the ceiling of his room, while his mind was drifting somewhere. To be honest he was also bored if he had to stay home, while his friends were having fun at school. He longs for those times, where his sadness can be easily forgotten. Even if it's only temporary.

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Daniel slammed his HP into the bed. He has been busy all day to calm his mind that is increasingly confused. He did not leave the house at all today. But usually, he is most uncomfortable staying in the house.

All day, he tried to contact Rana to ask about the photo. But look now, all of a sudden her boyfriend blocked her number. Really made him grow angry. As soon as Rana, the girl returned the message, even often refused the call, she never blocked her own male contact.

Sure, this must be something. There's no way there's no reason for something this weird.

Daniel immediately got up from his sitting position. He grabbed the motor key from the table next to his bed. He needs to see Rana right now.

"Hahaha, so yes, that's how it is, this Rena has started face-to-face school from a month ago. And from what I can see, everything is going well" said Mr. Wijaya, Rena's father while patting her on the shoulder of his only child.

Rena just smiled briefly, then put on a flat face again. As usual, his father must be imaging his closeness to his family. Understandably, dinner this time was not only attended by his extended family but also attended by his father's old friends who counted prominent people in this country. Including Om Cipto, Rana's father. Ahh, stale!

Not only there, even his father has continued to hold or stroke the back of his mother's hand. It was as if nothing had happened between them.

"Oh yeah, Cip, where's Rana and Dhira? Why aren't you at the show tonight?" ask Mr. Wijaya.

"Dhira was studying earlier, and she didn't want her study time to be seized. If Rana, yes .. You know, she's with her friends. Ordinary, young man, "cipto's lie because it's very uncomfortable to say that the child is in the house of his former stepfather. What's everybody saying? Perhaps, he was labeled as a father who paid less attention to his son. He has often advised, in fact. Just be careful if after this event the child is still not at home. He was ready to come to Darren the brash.

Rena grumbled in her heart. Where the hell, Rana? Why didn't the boy come? Yes, he was traveling with the others. Huh! It cheats his name.

"Emm, excuse me, Pa, Rena wants to go to the toilet first, "he said then sauntered out of the meeting room. It would be foolish to have someone notice it and know the lie about the toilet permit.

"Ra?" call her after a successful call to Rana.

"Yes, baby!" sahut Rana girang's. It was fitting because he was joining and his account was also quiet.

"Gue again at the event to eat malem, kok lo not deteng anyway? Bokap Lo said, you again take a walk with him. Bener, huh? "

"Huh? A walk? With temen? No, my guy just came home from Papi's house, really."

"Oo .. I guess you guys didn't walk me. Yes, Ra, I let her go to this toilet before," said Rena without rambling immediately close her phone. Actually, not because he wants to come back soon, but he just wants to be alone. If it is not immediately turned off, Rana will certainly immediately chat about the scenes on the Korean drama she is watching at this time.

And here it is now, sitting contemplating itself on the porch of the meeting room.

Perhaps, if painted it would be a beautiful sight. A red dress that is effectively luxurious, and beautiful wavy hair that is arranged so nicely. Her dress, of course, is no less beautiful.

"Hi, Rena!" greet a guy suddenly already sitting next to Rena. He was surprised because he did not know who the man was.