The Stupid Barbie's
Dinner at the Test Time

"Sir Zein today has an overtime schedule. Don't you, if you go home by taxi?" zein asked after wiping his lips with a tissue. Also stand following Vira who has stood first.

"No papa, but anterin ahead, huh?" vira showed her prenuptials.

"Don't want to ah," Zein said indifferently.

"Sir Zein ...." Vira pouting. Putting on a position as if he was about to throw his innards at Zein.

"Yes, yes .., dear Vira." Zein embraces Vira's shoulder. Take him to the door of the room.

Just a step out of Brother Zein's room, Vira circulated her gaze. He was a little surprised, there were so many nurses scattered here and there. A slanted smile was imprinted on Vira's lips. He knows they're pretty busy around here not because of the cork. It was visible from the tip of their eyes that continued to monitor his movements and Brother Zein.

"Vir?" Zein tapped softly on Vira's forehead. Making the girl instantly grimace towards him.

Vira then thrust her hand at Brother Zein. Makes the guy frown questioningly.

"Salim, Brother Zein," he said with a fluffy smile.

"Roof?"

Vira mangosteen excited.

"O-oh ...." Finally Zein thrust out his hand as well. Letting the girl before him kiss the back of his hand. Making a smile on his lips.

"Sister Zein, here ..," said Vira hinted Zein to approach her, while the other hand still faithfully grasped Kak Zein's hand.

Zein frowned, but of course he complied.

The tip of Vira's eyes glanced around first, and then, after confirming that the sisters did indeed think she was Kak Zein's sister, quickly, she peeked at Kak Zein's cheek briefly, and then, after confirming that the sisters did indeed think she was Kak Zein's sister, quickly, she dyed Kak Zein's cheek briefly, then just run away.

"Sister Zein!" call Vira turn around.

"Butum!" he waved to Brother Zein. Smiling satisfied to see the expressions of the real nurses was pale.

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The dining room looked so clean. There was only a man with glasses sitting there. Her hair was almost completely bleached, but it did not shed any firm mold. Always managed to make his children die of lice if it has been faced with him.

The king stepped one by one down the stairs. If possible, he would not have to eat dinner alone rather than having to eat with his father. More precisely, dinner with his father during the school exam.

"Tomorrow what exam?" the father of three asked his youngest son right after he was sitting on a chair at the same table. His tone was emotionless, without emphasis, but he uttered it without looking at the other person; preferring to focus on his dinner.

"Tomorrow exams ...."

"Tomorrow the final exam, right?" cut off the man before the King actually finished his answer. Make that guy's lips shut up for a moment.

"Yes, Pa," he answered in the end.

"Learning the Becus .... Only with Arka, the head of a motorcycle gang who likes to clash you lose, especially if you want to go to school abroad later," he said again, still without looking at the interlocutor. Don't look, just look no.

Under the table, unseen by his father, the man's hands clenched tightly. Holding everything churning in the chest. But his lips could only clench without a sound.

"This is the last year. Stay this semester and the final semester as a determination. Don't be embarrassed. At least, even if it's too late, you can show that you deserve to be a child of Dr. Broto," he continued, emphasizing his sentence. Dr. Broto's a famous genius.

Supposedly, all the King did was rebel and say all his distress. But again, he could only remain silent. Silence with his head bowed without self-respect, without defense, because he could not always be the first position like his father's children who had been.

"You should be like your brothers, proud of Papa. But the truth ...," Dr. Broto hung his sentence for a moment, staring at the King without a speck of color on his face. "... You're nothing."