The Stupid Barbie's
Best Wounds
Arka was sitting on the living room couch with Erlan when a woman came to him and brought him a cup of coffee with a puff of smoke on it. The guy glanced at him for a moment before returning to focus with the boy on his lap. It's not just Ingga here. The woman at the restaurant lived in this house.
"Please, Den," said the woman in her 30s.
"Yes. Oh yeah, Ma'am, can Erlan come on for a second?" asked Arka, standing up from her seat because she was sure she would not refuse her request.
The woman nodded, then accepted the baby was friendly because she was used to cuddling Erlan.
As soon as the woman was in front of him, the man immediately checked his cell phone. There were a lot of missed calls from Rana, as well as messages she didn't want to read because she knew it would make her feel even more guilty.
I'm sorry, Ra. From this second on, maybe I'm not the Arka you know, muttered the guy, in one finger motion blocking Rana's contact as if the girl was a bully to him. Though, on one hand, that move also scratched his heart. It causes pain that he himself cannot remove.
"Ka" said a woman who came to Arka with some clothes in her hand. "Shut up and change clothes first. In the closet there are still papa clothes, this one seems to fit in you," continued Ingga with a smile arch on his lips.
Arka turned to the girl, but just as she was about to respond, her phone displayed Daniel's name as someone who contacted her.
"Hello?" Arka answered the phone without hesitation.
"Gue waitin you in my school's deck field. Don't worry, we're going one-on-one."
Arka was still trying to digest Daniel's words. But just now he was about to respond, the phone was turned off first by Daniel.
"Who, Ka?" asked Ingga, sitting next to Arka. Along with that, Arka actually rose from her seat. "Where are you going?" asked Ingga again, looking up at the old-fashioned guy.
Ingga also stood up from his seat, then followed Arka's steps along in haste. "It's still raining, Ka!" he tried to hold Arka to stay with him.
Arka put on her jacket and got on her bike. The man then put on his helmet regardless of Ingga still trying to persuade him to stay in the house.
With one gas, the man had already speeded away from the Ingga and the high-class wooden house.
"Carca!" ingga shouted in a race with the roar of rain water that disguised his voice. But the girl then smiled with satisfaction, as if telling the world that she was the winner.
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As soon as Daniel left his house, Rana did not go inside and immersed himself in a thick blanket to relieve the cold. The girl chose to sit on the porch of her house. Hugging knees while crying. His back was going up and down non-stop. He continued to cry, although the teardrops were even more painful when wetting his cheeks.
"Belgium ... Arka already knew Rana did not have anyone at school, why did Arka leave Ranaa?" he asked between his sobs, though he knew he would not get an answer right now.
"Who's that girl? Tonight should be the happiest night for Rana. Why even think about gini ... Arka himself has promised, why is Arka this bad?" Rana immersed herself in the sadness. He never knew, from yesterday's stifling days, that there was still another day where he felt even more devastated. This wound is the best. The best wounds from the best.
Kreek .., the door of the house opened, making Rana look back to see who came. A woman with an ayu face was looking at her with a question mark and a worried face.
"Where?"
"Mommy .... Rana's bow, Mami....!!" And Rana's cries were exploding.