The Stupid Barbie's
Trial

"Tone, we are really disappointed in your actions that we just learned about," said Mr. Kusma opened the second trial of the teenagers before him, the other teachers were also sitting neatly in their respective places. Both of them stared at the tone full of contempt and reproach. All this time always be proud, but it turns out dare to do so behind the back.

The tone that was as cool as earlier bowed now ventured to hold his head up, as if asking Mr. Kusma, what am I wrong, sir?

"Sorry, sir, before. But what's wrong, huh? We have absolutely no idea why we were called here" said Arsya who did not accept her boyfriend being cornered like this.

"What did you say wrong? You think, kissing behind the meeting hall is normal?!" tanya Pak Kusma was immediately made up of tension. With Arsya daring to question such things, it means that the stupid boy did not have fear let alone manners.

The tone was immediately stunned by Mr. Kusma's snatch. Maybe he forgot about it.

Arsya glanced at Nada. Right now, the girl's good name is really at stake. Everyone could say he was a bastard, a broken child bastard, or even the result of a broken home family upbringing. But as for Nada, he really wouldn't let the girl be scorned by anyone.

"Mr don't say anything, dong! How could I be the same Nada ngakuin soan, sir! Where possible, a Tone that...."

Bruaks!

His emotional stranglehold, Mr. Kusma to the point of bluffing Arsya by throwing a rough cell phone at the table right in front of the guy.

"What more proof do you need?!" snapped Pak Kusma pointed at the mobile screen that displayed the friendly scene of the two teenagers in front of him.

A tone that already knew would not be able to run away from this problem could only lower his head even deeper. He wants to cry. Now his mind is on only one person. Own friend.

"How, Nada, do you admit that the girl is you?" Mr. Kusma demands answers for certainty.

"L-yes, sir," replied Nada completely dumb.

"Arya?"

"It's all my fault, sir!" Arsya immediately stood up from her seat and immediately knelt down.

"I'm the one with the tone, sir. Please don't punish Nada. My law alone," pinta guy then. 190° different from him who usually rebelled.

"Nobody will be punished. Because we really consider the position of Nada who uses achievement. So, we decided to just call your parents, "After Mr. Kusma.

"You're an accomplished student at this school, Nada. This matter will be our secret together. If only everyone knew that exemplary disciples could do that, they would definitely think, 'Why don't we?' After all, our decision has been unanimous" explained Mr. Kusma decided.

"Sir Ikram, call Mrs Ratih!"

"But, sir..," Nada and Arsya said.

"No more objections! Arsya, after this the school will send a call letter to your parents."

Nada and Arsya immediately lowered her head back. Their faces were pale. The soles of their hands have also been cold sweat does not bother. These seconds, it felt like seconds of waiting for the execution to die.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said a woman with her motherly face. His face seemed to be wondering. Standing in the doorway was like hesitating to step forward.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied the ranks of adults dressed in official uniforms with their pity faces. All this time Mrs Ratih has educated her son well. Just because he knows love, his little boy changes instantly.

"Please come in, Mrs Ratih. Nada, Arsya, you can wait outside first," asked Mr. Kusma to weigh; rather than being more murky by Arsya who has always been a rebel.

Tone held his head up. Before standing, he looked at the faces of his teachers one by one. They all ... must have been very disappointed in him.

Arsya and Nada then stood with their heads bowed. The two walked together towards the door where Bu Ratih, Nada's mother, was still standing there.

"What's up, Nad?" The woman touched Nada's arm. He asked the girl who was his flesh and blood.

Among all her nervousness and fear, Nada could only shake her head slowly without daring to look her mother in the eye.

After coming out of the teacher's room, without knowing what was being said inside, the two teenagers were now sitting next to each other in a long chair in front of the teacher's room.

Silence overpowered them. How to know, problems like this will happen to them after the incident in the past day.

A deeply guilty Arsya could only look at Nada's face. Confused what to do. If he knew it would be like this, how could he dare teach Nada to do that. And careless again, why do they do it in the school area?