The Stupid Barbie's
Broken Charcoal

The morning has come. The curtains of his room were wide open, with a bright and warm sun, but he could not see the light, nor could he feel the warmth. Lying in his bed alone. Hugging lonely knees. She was like a hopeless girl for the day ahead. His dream is gone, his love is drowning. He was ashamed to appear to the world. The world that brought him down with its strength.

"Rana, eat first, dear ... Mami is already your favorite food," said one woman, sitting on the edge of her bed and stroking her hair.

"Mi ..., does Rana not pantes, does Arka?" ask the girl. From the corner of his eye, flowing clear circles, again.

"Relena ...." Puspa could only shake his head without an answer. His heart seemed to be sliced to see this broken Rana. He also did not understand, what was in Arka's mind to the heart of hurting Rana. In her view, Arka was too kind to be the reason for Rana's heartbreak.

"Is Rana less beautiful?" asked Rana again, then sobbed and tried to hold the sobbing itself.

"No, Honey ... The most beautiful shutter." Puspa tried to hold the puddle in his eyes so as not to go down in front of Rana.

"Ah, no, not because of that," Rana hung up. "That's because it must be because Rana was stupid ... Arka must have left Rana because of that. The girl must be a very sintered former Ark ...," the girl then sobbed. His back was up and down, his tears were also flowing, though he knew the drops would further bleach his heart.

And Puspa is like the world's weakest woman. He could no longer hold back his tears. "Don't believe it, dear ...," he said among his sobs.

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The room was filled with teenagers in high school uniforms. In the middle of it, an Ark sat surrounded by their questioning gaze. The guy sat leaning back, thinking hard how to deal with his friends.

"Ka, answer! Why can you believe it?" urged Dio, there is a feeling in his heart since Arka lifted his phone earlier. The name Arka mentioned though incomplete, reminded him of a girl who had no idea where she had gone.

Arka closed her eyes for a moment, reassuring herself. Then opened his eyes and looked at his friends one by one.

"Gue ninggalin Rana," said the man briefly.

"Ka? What do you mean?" Arsya frowned full of question marks. Too many questions that Arka has not answered since.

Arka was silent.

"Ka, lo ... meet Ingga?" dio asked, making all eyes focus on him. One name that had previously been a forbidden chat for them.

Arka looked at Dio for a moment, before finally nodding in agreement. "Gue love with Ingga," said the man as if without burden.

"Ka! Lo crazy?!" Dio stood up from his seat. It is now really emotional. Rana's too good to be hurt like this.

"Ka .. you realize, right, same decision lo?" arsya asked, trying to act wisely even though he himself was being ignited by emotions.

Arka looked at Arsya. "Gue was aware, and I will not regret it" said the man without a hint of doubt from the glint of his sharp eyes.

"Crazy lo, Ka ...." Dio's whizzing."Disperse!" then shouted. And sure enough, all the guys who were there immediately stood up even with a limp movement.

Arka was silent on the backs of her friends who one by one stood up and came out of her room. But he still remains as haughty as ever, let alone forbid, give more explanation he does not.

"My disappointment is the same, Ka. You shouldn't have giniin Rana" Arsya said before turning around and going to follow her friends.

"Ka ...." Now it is Dio's turn that remains. "If you're not my friend, I'm sure you've finished it no matter what you're doing," he said then passed. Leaving Arka alone, lonely, even his shadow seemed to go along.

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But for some reason, there was a belief in them. The belief that Arka is not such an evil figure. And despite all that, Arka is still their friend.

"Om" they said, when they met a man who was Arka's father. Sitting in the living room with a magazine in front of him. Full of authority even without an expensive shiny suit.

"Sit down first" said Rangga with a heavy voice full of his wife. Too powerful for them to refuse.

They sat in the living room with their heads not as firm as usual. Anyone knows, from which Arka inherited a stern attitude.

Rangga folded his magazine and placed it on the table. "Where's Arka? Crazy, right?" ask the man without joking.

"Yes, Om," they answered plainly, for they were rarely confronted by Arka's father.

"Yes, that boy is crazy. But you guys take it easy, he's already I'm done with."

Dio and the others were bearded, but looked at each other. Apparently, this is why the bruised Archa is not desirable.

"But if you also want to teach a lesson, I'll excuse it. Just finish all of you" said the father of one child again.

"Oh yeah, how's Rana? Have you met him? He's at school, right?"

"No, Om," replied Dio.

Rangga breathed a long breath. "Let's just say hello to Rana my apology for Arka's actions. I know he is disappointed, but I also cannot change what has happened" said Rangga, along with the bell of his house made a loud noise. The sound that managed to focus their gaze towards that door.

"Who? You guys have anything to follow?" ask the man to the teenagers sitting in front of him.

"Em .. let me open it, Om," said Kibo then stood up from his seat without waiting for approval from Arka's father.

Kreek.., the door opens. A girl in their High School uniform, stood up and smiled kindly at them. His hair was straight and perfectly cut. Her skin was tanned, in accordance with the shape of her sweet and elegant face.

The eyes of everyone who was there instantly opened wide. This is the woman who was mentioned earlier. Ingga Anggia Husein, smart multi-talent girl, first love Arka.

"Morning, Om," said the girl, passing through Kibo just like that. Walk in and smile at Arka's father.

"Morning," Arka's father replied expressionlessly.

"I want to look at Arka, Om," the girl explained, ignoring the dislikeful gaze of all the men in the room.

"Chew as you please" said Arka's father, then turned his eyes to Arka's friends before him.

"Thank you, Om," said Ingga slightly lowered his head. Still smiling kindly, even though he knew the response of Arka's father was far from expected. The girl then continued her steps towards Arka's room. With elegant steps one by one climbing the stairs.

"Women don't really ...," said Arka's father did not like.