The Stupid Barbie's
Equally Disavow

Arka greeted the woman with guilt. "Ma" she said, but she was a thousand words silent, opening her P3K box.

Silent. Let alone to apologize, to speak again Arka did not dare. The woman he usually knew as a chatty woman, now seemed to be a different figure. His face was colorless, his eyes were swollen and reddened, his lips were pale. But no matter how it was, the woman still came to her room to treat her injuries.

"I'm sorry, Ma," said Arka bowing her head. Unable to look at the woman's bead. Arka knew, Rana was not an ordinary girl to that woman.

Sarah stopped her movement. Her irises were pointing at the teenager's face. He wanted to feel like he was nagging, but his lips felt funny. In addition, the face of the teenager was no longer dashing. There are so many bruises everywhere. Makes it even more unbearable.

His eyes grew increasingly heated, remembering how the teenager was crushed by his father last night. He wanted to ban it even harder, but he couldn't. Arka had disappointed him too.

Silent. In her silence, her tears hatch unbeknownst to Arka.

Tok tok ....

Sarah immediately wiped her tears, then turned to the door of the room. A moment later, without saying a word, the woman got up from her seat and walked towards the origin of the voice.

Arka straightened her head, following the direction where her mother was moving. His eyes are soft, and he is like a pervert who has been raided by the citizens. Crushed all.

Kreeks ....

"Hello, Auntie!" greet a girl with a friendly smile. Glancing at Arka for a moment with her irises.

Sarah remained silent. Wait, he still remembered who this girl was.

"I Ingga, Aunt. Arka," said the girl, still with a smile on her lips.

Sarah sighed, then turned her face away. The woman then passed away just like that, leaving Ingga without a word. Not returning a greeting, or also assuring.

In his place, Arka could only sigh in anger. Looking at the people without expression. "alone?" asked the man, along with the indifferent Ingga walking towards him. Hold up with all the bad responses it receives. After all, she was not a weak girl let alone oppressed. One thing he believed in, he

born a winner in this world.

Arka just smiled thinly.

"Here, let me take the medicine." The girl then took the red medicine that was on the nightstand, rubbing it on Arka's face.

"Argh ... ssss ...," hissing Arka endured her pain. But still not struggling with his position.

"If from the beginning you do not deal with the girl whose name is Rana, it will definitely not kayak ...."

"It's not her fault, Ingga," cut Arka, without any expression.

...💕...

Rana was still locked in the room when Sarah entered the child's room a second time. The mother of two then sat down and stroked Rana's hair.

"There's a meeting you came to, Ra. Just ask to come in, okay?" said Sarah.

Rana immediately looked at her mother. "Yemen?" ask the girl. Which friend? He himself did not know if he still had someone he could consider a friend.

"Yes, Honey .... The king said he wanted to look at you."

"King?" ask Rana. How long he hasn't communicated with that guy. But, it was precisely that guy who came at his worst time like this. Rena, Vira, even Nada. Everyone left, as if they had never known him as a friend.

"Yes, didn't papa, did he come in?" ask Puspa again.

Rana thought for a moment. He remembered the Ark prohibition that the man had affirmed for the umpteenth time. But, how important is he to think about the Arka ban while Arka himself reneges on his promise? No, Arka herself was the one who let go. After that, it's up to him how.

"It's just down, Mami," said the girl in the end. Present a thin smile, although impressed pushy.