The Stupid Barbie's
Miss and Selfishness

In the living room of Rana's house, a guy in a school uniform sits alone. His eyes swept through the room. He then looked at the stairs in the room again, waiting for Rana's mother to come and give information about Rana's condition. And his smile instantly expanded when the woman finally came as well.

"Wait a minute, this brother Rana came down," said Puspa, smiling at the man.

"Oh yeah, Auntie." The king was pleased.

"Tante lives in the kitchen first, yeah. No papa, right?" tanya Puspa later.

The king nodded. Puspa went towards the kitchen, leaving the King sitting alone in the living room of his house.

In her room, Rana was staring at her reflection gurgling. There was too much pain that he had to endure. In the meantime, life goes on. I don't know what he called it. His relationship with Arka is indeed only a vaguely dim form. Beautiful, but only fleeting. And, he also just realized, it does not need a definite bond to incise the deepest wounds of the heart. He and Arka never really bonded.

But why do I have to get this sick?

Stop, Ra! Don't fuckin' slash it anymore! Yes Arka tega .. after all, you are not his real girlfriend.

Rana shook her head slowly. He takes away everything that fills his head. He then rearranged his hair which he had neatly combed. Then turned to his pale lips.

No need to think more, the girl then stepped foot to the door of the room, down the stairs, and approached the King who from his movement, it looks like the guy is being riled up for some reason.

"Hi, Ja." Rana greeted the guy, presenting a smile among all his pain.

"Rho? You're not papa, are you?" The king raised his face, only to realize the presence of Rana who was already sitting on the sofa, opposite him.

Rana smiled thinly. It would be hypocritical if he said he was okay. But it would feel strange, if he suddenly made the King as his focus, while previously he stayed away from the King altogether. Never mind communicating, returning a smile greeting the guy was reluctant.

"Don't pick yourself up, Ra. I know you need someone to grieve your curse," said the King, as if the guy knew everything. But the king is always like that. The guy is too sensitive, for the size of the guy he never ignored his presence.

"Thank you, Ja. Sorry .. I'm nyesel, all this time nyuekin elo." Rana downcast. He lost too much, and the King came to extend a hand.

King laughs. Then say, "Our same path, would you? .... Don't hold yourself up ...." His smile was perfect, as if this was the moment he had been waiting for before.

...💕...

Vira observed the screen of her phone for a long time. Too long, until he himself did not realize when to start. Home group chat was empty, as long as his current state of heart. The existence of Brother Zein on his side does not necessarily make him really happy. Even in his indifference, the side of his heart always whispered; he missed his friends. Rena, Nada, and ... Shutter. Who would spend a day without them?

Ah, but he's too selfish. Isn't it easy to type a message and send it to the group? But his finger suddenly stiffened, he who is usually good at melting the atmosphere when sending a sudden message. Ah, I don't know, he can only hope, on who will reconcile their friendship. On who knows, who wants to sacrifice his ego to be together again as ever.

"The water!" call a woman to blow her head from behind the door of Vira's room. "You want to shop. Wanna come with me?" asked the woman, smiling excitedly.

Vira is clamoring for a moment. " ... Be able. But wait, Ma" said the girl at the end.

After the departure of his mother, Vira then rose from her seat. Put the phone on the nightstand. But then, as he looked apparently at the mirror reflection, the flat object shook. Because Vira immediately turned to him.

Notif message from a group that previously only he could see.

Rana's?

Not the Widow of Flower

@Ngatiyem

Hi, guys!

Kangen deh .. want to gather again.

Vira was glued to her phone screen. Without him noticing, a single drop of clear crystal simply decayed.

Hi too, Ra! I'm good .... Lo how? Alright, right? Whisper to yourself. But, his finger seemed to lose power. He could not reply to the message, even if it was just one word. Can't do it, or don't you want it? He himself could not find the answer.

...💕...

Rey, meatin Rana. Arka ninggalin him. I can't ....

Rena opened a message from Daniel. Meanwhile, in front of him an Andra stared with a question mark. They were having lunch at a restaurant. The stall that he visited recently with Andra.

The girl frowned, full of question marks. The arka? Ninggalin Rana's? Ah, that's too impossible. Which arcs might do it. But ... earlier, Rana was not in school. Arka. Then, for what reason would an Ark do it?

"Who, Rey?" ask Andra, then go back to enjoying lunch.

"More ..see." Without a doubt, Rena showed her phone screen to Andra. Hinted at a question mark through both of his eyebrows.

Andra frowned, then looked a little thoughtful. Last time, someone with an unknown phone number sent him a message. Ask about the procedure of transferring schools at Tunas Bangsa High School, also when he can take care of his move, again.

"Wait, Ra." Andra took her phone. Her fingers were agilely dancing on top of her mobile keyboard. And within seconds, the expression on the man's face looked different.

"Why, Ndra?" ask Rena.

"Gue knows why Arka left Rana" said the man, without a joke emanating from his eyes.

"Lho, really? Why?" Rena shifted her focus from her lunch.

"Ingga. He's an Arka."

Rena was geming, then clutching her phone. And within seconds, the phone vibrated. A notification from the group, and the delivery is Rana.

... 💕...

"Fuck!"

Prak!

Tone closed his eyes tightly. Last day's events are still clearly recorded in his brain. He himself did not know, why he could slap the guy in such a way. It even pushed him rough as if the guy was so despicable. He felt guilty, but for whatever sake, he knew, that was what he had to do.

The girl took off her glasses. Staring at the ceiling of his room made of wood. Life feels so cruel. But, even worse, he felt so lonely.

No chatter gabut. There was no broken laughter stirring up the stomach. Nothing either, the crisp joke that strangely made laughter break unconditionally. Everything gone. Swallowed night. Removed moonlight.

"Am I the only one doing this, or you too?" asked the girl, followed by a shaky voice on her cellphone that would not want to distract her.

"Where?"

He's geming. Staring at his phone screen with mixed feelings. Longs. Hates. Angrier. Disillusioned. Caring. Yams. They become one.

Selfishness is a winner, wherever it is. Within seconds, the girl set aside her phone. Telling herself, that Rana is too mean to her.