The Stupid Barbie's
You're the cure
The night has come. Arka who usually diligently came to his caskrong at night, now prefers to stay silent in his room. The misty night sky, riled up. He then sat down at the window of his room. Feeling powerless again harboring worries, the guy with the stern jaw finally contacted someone through a video call.
One second ... two seconds .... Ah, she was already really impatient waiting for her call to be picked up. Then ....
"Ka?" Finally, her phone screen displayed Rana's face as well. The girl smiled thinly in a lying position and a thick, hairy blanket wrapped around her warm body. Not to forget also with white hairy earplugs and rabbit ears on it.
"Rho? No fever, right?" tanya Arka immediately ascertained the condition of the girl.
From Arka's phone screen, Rana displayed her widest smile. "No, Ka. This is Mommy's job. He said just in case," the girl then chuckled softly.
"Related?" Arka made sure again.
"Yes, people usually I deliberately play rain, really."
Hearing the answer from Rana finally Arka could breathe a sigh of relief as well. "Yes, if you rest, yes. Do not even lack sleep. I'm matiin aja ...."
"Eh, no, Ka!" forbidden Rana half yelled. The girl laughed softly at her own behavior.
"Eh? Why, Ra?" ask Arka with both eyebrows raised.
"Temenin me, yeah. I can't sleep."
"Oowh .. kangen yes, surely?" godanya.
On the screen, Rana chuckled softly. "Yes," he replied really. Ah, you Rana.
Both corners of Arka's lips are certainly getting raised hearing Rana's plain answer. The guy then put his phone on a tripod which he then faced him.
"You sleep, I sing" he said, then picked up a guitar next to the nightstand. He slowly picked up the guitar. It creates a guitar sound that runs like a stretcher.
"Mr ...." Rana's a little thoughtful. But nil, what he had in mind was only the song Gundul-gundul Pacul. Not romantic, if the song is.
"It's up to Arka aja, deh," said Rana in the end.
Arka slightly frowned thinking what song should be played. Honestly, being in a long time makes it a little difficult to do things like this.
Jrng .. jreng .. jreng ....
The guy's fingers finally moved too. Playing a song that is certainly familiar to anyone's ears.
"Sleep my dear sun will wait .. welcome the day ...."
...💕...
Ting tung tung tung ....
A bright Sunday morning. This afternoon, Rana was standing right in front of the door of the house Arka, the residence of the family Rangga Airlangga. In his hand, the girl called a bag containing jengkol clove results secret recipe of her mother.
Initially, on the grounds of wanting to thank Arka who was willing to become her private teacher every day, her mother wanted to deliver the cuisine herself. But of course, Rana as a dutiful child, or more because she was very, very eager to meet Arka, the girl finally offered to replace her mother to deliver this food.
Kreeks ....
The door opened, displaying Bi Ijah who was displaying an unmitigated smile. Of course, the woman over half a century old was already accustomed to the existence of Rana in this house.
"Non Rana? Early in the morning, Non. Though Den Arka mah, not yet awake," Bi Ijah eleven twelve cerocos with Aunt Sarah. Equally buckets.
"Hehehe," Rana chuckled, then showed her innate to the woman before her.