The Stupid Barbie's
Really Bad, It Turns out

"Eh, hi!" rena's reply was a little awkward. He was a little surprised to see the man's face. Friendly warm gaze, pointed nose, firm jaw, clean white skin, and a friendly fluffy smile. Devinisi is really handsome.

"Hey, I'm just daydreaming." The guy waved his hand in front of Rena's face.

"Eh, sorry. Emm ... who, huh?" Rena's a little clumsy. How could this guy know her?

"Hhh .. whereas it was already an introduction in Dalem. But no papa, maybe you're not listening anymore." The man then held out his right hand.

"The king, Doctor Broto's son, said "he said with a familiar smile. No intention to be sweet or polite in front of the Mayor's child. After all, this girl seemed to be the same age as him. In fact, maybe even his underclassman.

"Rena," said Rena to welcome the man's hand.

"In dalem sumpek yes, pantes aja lo not at home." The king started a conversation.

"Yes, it's a family event that smells of politics," kekeh Rena smiled bitterly.

"School at Tunas Bangsa High School?" ask King.

"Yes. Lo himself?"

"Same, but I don't want to go in yet."

"It's not because you're afraid of needles, is it? " ask Rena suddenly remembered her best friend, the little Rana.

"Hhhh, yes, no. I was vaccinated. Now I'm instead, the one who vaccinates people," chortled the King.

"Eh, meaning?"

"Yes. I was given the same trust to hold the control of the clinic. I am busy in the hospital. Yes ... Count for experience. "

"Owh yeah?"

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Rana stared at her phone pouting. Just now he wanted to tell her everything about Rena, but suddenly his friend had closed the phone connection between them. Huh, he got confused about what to do. Sleep on? Ogh, no! He doesn't like to sleep too early. Watch drakor? Entar who is, the Dhira angry again he stupefied kebaperan. Ahah...! The best thing to do is ....

Rana laughed giggling to herself. Immediately saunter to Dhira's room.

kreeek, the door is open. Rana immediately raised her head from behind the door of Dhira's room. He saw that the boy was sitting on his bed with a book in his right hand and calculation papers scattered around him.

"Dhira, my sister saayaaang ... !!" sapa Rana made up, then went up to the bed and sat down beside Dhira.

"What the hell!" ketus Dhira without looking at his super-super-fucked brother. I love to disturb him while he is studying like this.

"Dhira my dear sister is beautiful, "said Rana tucked the child's hair Dhira into the ear. Then play with the hair of his sister.

Dhira let out his breath furiously. Speaking of beauty, of course, this brother is much more beautiful than he who is more similar to his father than his mother. Yes, of course his father is not as beautiful as his mother. That's for sure, of course it is. But that's it, you guys understand for yourself.

"So Rana really likes it, bother Dhira!" snapped Dhira could not stand it, while dropping his book violently.

"Uuuh .. cup, cup, cup, sister Rana if angry more cute, "jahil Rana jubilant. He loved it when his sister was so emotional. It looks so funny. It makes him unable to stop acting.

"Don't bother Dhira! Rana didn't hear, did Dhira say what?"

"Denger, 'Don't be noisy, I'm learning, '" said Rana imitating Dhira's rigid and expressionless style of speech.

"Keep, why did Rana come here?" Dhira riding tension.

"You want to encourage Brother Rana's sister who is learning," said Rana put on her sweetest smile, then her hands began to pick up the scattered papers of her sister's. He looked at the papers, which he unfortunately did not understand.

"Learn by yourself! Pake wants to encourage people again," said Dhira took over the paper from his brother's hand. He doesn't like to be touched by others.

Rana's lips pursed. "Yes already, if that's what Rana's going to sleep here. While nemenin sister Rana's cute, learning," said Rana then put her head on the pillow. His hand was tucked into Dhira's. Hugged the boy without a sound.

Dhira was stunned without looking at her brother who was lying down. He was silent for a few minutes, and subconsciously, now he held his breath, afraid that his sister could not sleep if he moved a little.

Grook ... pook ...

Slitting again. Dhira breathed out softly. Soon, her brother fell asleep. Cannot get close to mattresses and pillows.

In a slow motion he let go of his brother's embrace, covered his body and said a soft good-night greeting.

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His body temperature felt high.Padahan, the night wind is very cold at this time.

Stopping in front of the gate of Rana's house, Daniel immediately opened his helmet.

"I want to see Rana, sir," he said after getting off the bike.

"I'm sorry, Mas Daniel, but Mr. Cipto and Ms. Puspa are not home. And according to the rules of Mr. Cipto, which is not allowed to accept male guests if he and Ms. Puspa are not at home, so Sorry, I can not allow Mas Daniel in," lang Pak Budi straightforward.

"But, sir, it's really important, sir, I need to see Rana right now."

"Can't, Mom, this is an order from Mr. Cipto." Mr. Budi did not want to get a spray from his fierce employer.

"Come on, sir," said Daniel, while Mr. Budi still did not press.

"Yes, gini aja, sir, you go into the Non Rana if I am here, tell him if I want to talk important. How, Sir?" daniel's proposal is not to give up.

Mr. Budi was silent for a while but then nodded as well, then immediately did what was proposed by the man who he knew as his employer's girlfriend.

Daniel is waiting. He was already really impatient to listen to all the explanations from Rana. He still loves that girl. Sure, it will and will always be. But, now he needed an explanation, which would probably determine whether he should stick with Rana's indifference, or stop fighting because it was no longer desirable.

"I'm sorry, Mas Daniel, but Non Ranana is asleep," explained Mr. Budi after being intrigued to walk closer to Daniel.

Daniel was breathing rough. What time is it? At the same time, Rana does not like to sleep too early.

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The room was neatly arranged. The decoration is simple and very in accordance with the man who is the occupant. He designed everything himself.

Arka frowned for a moment, then cleared her throat. At the moment, he is exciting with all the practice questions on his study table. It's an activity he likes. Enjoying every increase in temperature that radiates to the brain and all its limbs. Sharpen the brain non-stop.

kreeks ....

Suddenly there was the sound of a door being opened, followed by the sound of footsteps typical of a woman with a slick appearance and small stature. Her stepmother.

Arka let out a rough breath. Always come at a good time like this. Very disturbing calmness, as well as confusion. Like no other activity. That's, that shitty woman's hobby.

"Ka, Mama bring food. Eaten, yes," said the woman, hoping to get a good response from her stepson.

Instead of responding well, Arka turned her face fed up. It's easy to guess, surely this woman is pretending, looking for attention.

If it wasn't for her papa, she would have kicked this woman all the way from her house. Young, beautiful too, willing to marry a widower with teenage children whose age is not far from him. If not for money, then what? Huh! beautiful people, can use everyone as good as they can.

Sarah breathed out slowly. It's been two years of marriage, but Arka still hasn't accepted her as a real mother. But no matter what, he had to keep trying. After all, maybe Arka is like this just because he is not willing if the position of his mother is replaced by another woman.

"Cepet eaten yes, Ka, and if it's cold it must have been different. Next time, we'll have dinner with ya, Ka. Papa was the same Mama had been waiting, but you did not come down. So yes ... Mama just come here," Sarah said as she might.

Puffing, Arka snorted her breath.

"Udah, Tan, I want to learn. Don't bother!" snapped A cold arc, even without hardening the sound.

Sarah's stunned. It's been treated like this many times, but it still feels just as painful. He wants to cry. Which woman's heart is not slashed if treated like this? But, surely doing so will only make things worse. He cried; Mas Rangga knew; Mas Rangga defended him; Mas Rangga scolded Arka, and the result? Arka will hate him even more, thinking that he changed his father.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mama was disturbed," he said softly in the end. He then turned around, stepping out into the living room. Accompanying Mas Rangga who was watching the news on television. He must be strong, he must always be strong.

"Where, Ma, what else is Arka? Kok, awaited not down and down," asked Mas Rangga immediately landed his head on Sarah's lap after the woman sat next to him. His legs are level he also raised to the sofa. Mumpung is not busy, so he can hang out with his wife, he thought.

"Custom, Mas, again learn, he," replied Sarah as much as possible carve a smile. While stroking her husband's hair.

"Hmm, too diligent, to forget to eat," Rangga argued.it is actually not a problem if the Ark is like that. Ever since I was a kid, it was always like that. But how beautiful, if the boy wants to help create the warmth of the family together.

Sarah was silent, still saddened by Arka's attitude towards her.

"Oh yes, there was a business affair with several designers, continue to wriggle there is a bag that seems suitable for Dik Sarah," said Mas Rangga rose from his sleep, and he was very happy, take a famous brand carved box designed by a famous designer that he had previously prepared.

Sarah looked at the bag. His fingers began to look at the quality of the materials from the objects in his hands. He then smiled, Mas Rangga was always able to make it like this, making him feel like the happiest person in the world because he has a husband like that man.

"Thank you, Mom, I love the bag."

Arka tilts her head sick. He felt guilty and wanted to fix his situation. But look now, this woman does not deserve pity. It is very clever to use men.