The Stupid Barbie's
Liability

The bruises on the guy's face were too much, but he didn't bother. His motor speeding, splitting the streets, through the night wind that made his wound even more painful. But did you know that his heart was more painful? That it wasn't just Rana who felt that pain? He also felt it, but it was undeniable, he himself was the culprit.

"Belgium .... Arka want to leave Rana?"

Arka felt her eyes heat up. Rana tempo's question then continued to ring in his brain. But, if Rana knew, this was not her plan at all. Really, this is not what he wants.

The promises he always made to Rana were all bullsh*t! All that bullshit! Even to come to Rana alone, he already had no guts. He was too embarrassed, too embarrassed to say that he could not leave his mass.

"promises. And may fate not make us forced to disavow."

"Dead, anj*r!" his shout then increased the speed of his motor to the highest. He turned to his left-right as if he was about to commit suicide.

Brmj .....

That guy's like an absolute racer who's obsessed with winning. And then....

Sett ....

Bruq ....

Agb ....

Arka slammed away. He lay on the asphalt, looked up at the dark night sky and wet it. He only hissed in pain, feeling his knees sore. He then turned to his motorbike far away, the vehicle was also in a very bad state. Perfect barking, whether you can still walk or not.

He looked back at the night sky. Among all the pain he felt, what did Rana feel even more pain? Will Rana be able to smile tomorrow? Can she still be happy without him?

"Rana .. I can't see you. I'm too cowardly .. too bad to be the guy you hope to be."

"Byh! Escape me, please!" he shouted, then sat down and ruffled his hair in frustration.

Threshed pants on his torn knee, wet with red liquid. But he knew he still had to go home, taking all responsibility for his father. And so, with his limping feet he stood up from his position. Walking to his motorbike.

...💕...

"Where is that, my mom? Time yes, ngedate until this hour has not been completed. Why try it?" said Sarah, pacing back and forth in her own confused living room.

"Aduuuh .. mas do not understand, deh... The shutter I called from earlier was also not lifted. Arka moreover. I'm worried you know?"

Distraught to see his wife who was too thinker, Rangga finally stood up from his seat, then walked towards the woman. "Relax, Dik, Arka is great. There's nothing to worry about" he said, touching his wife's shoulder. Simultaneously, the doorknob before them made a sound. Signs someone is about to enter, and they know who that someone is.

Kreek .., the door opened, featuring a young man with a bruised face, as well as a messy shirt and some tearing in his pants.

Sarah's eyes were instantly made to pattern. "the arka? What was? You why?" The woman approached Arka hastening, touching her bruised face.

Rangga was still standing in his place when his wife was already busy with the state of Arka. Something's wrong with this boy.

Arka ignored the series of questions posed by her mother. His gaze focused on his father's eagle eyes. The eye that always finds its fault.

"Arka cheated on Rana, Pa," said the man, stopping the movement of Sarah who was previously busy checking the state of his entire body.

"What did you say, Ka?" sarah asked, her face full of an unexpected expression.

"Sarah, comein!" tell Rangga, show the cold side back.

Sarah stammered, a shadow of the incident suddenly filling her head. He knew what was going to happen next, and he didn't want it to happen. So the woman hastened to forbid her husband to do so.

"Mas, not again, Mas. I promise you," said the woman to her husband, holding his hand so as not to actually do it.

"Arka is ready to accept the punishment, Pa," said Arka staring straight, preparing herself for the pain she knew she deserved.

Rangga walked firmly on his son, stomping Sarah's hand so as not to keep her from getting away.

Bruaks!

Bugh ...

"Argh..."