The Stupid Barbie's
Dominant Girl
Arka and Ingga set foot in the crowded corridor. And sure enough, all the views instantly centered on them. Hundreds of eyes staring at him with question marks. Old students will whisper; this is the girl who is always the winner first. Not the type of girl who is very beautiful, but able to hypnotize all the guys even the coldest.
Students who do not know him? They will ask the friend next to them; who is this girl? Where is Rana?
"Hi, Marsha!" sapa Ingga, stop in front of Marsha's gank group. Develop a smile full of confidence in them.
Marsha still hasn't responded. For a moment, his gaze glanced towards Ingga's sticky hand once hugging Arka's arm. "Hi" said the girl later.
Ingga smiled impeccably. Look at the girl in front of him from top to bottom, then repeat it again. Down sight.
"Girls, so this is your head genk?" ask the girl then, combing her gaze at the plot of Marsha's friend who is also not wrinkled by her fox eyes.
Arka turned her face. Lazy. "Related, lama. Why, anyway?" his weakness.
Ingga looked up at Arka at a glance, then displayed his smile again at the Marsha plot.
"Yes, Sha. I'm going first." Ingga touched Marsha's tie, then tidied it up. His smile was slanted. ".... Just a warning," he threatened.
The two teenagers also passed away leaving Marsha with silence, as well as Marsha's friends with his question mark: Is it so easy for Ingga to bully Marsha, their leader of genk?
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"Hello, Ingga! How are you?" greet Mr. Kusma when the two teenagers just entered his room. His face looked cheerful, completely unperturbed by Arka's face which looked once out of his fight.
Ingga lowered his head, smiling manfully. "Good, Sir. Hope not to disturb Father. I even came here again after not knowing where," said the girl then laughed. A small, elegant laugh.
"These are the files, sir." After sitting down, Ingga handed a map to the man. While Arka was just silent because in addition to taking Ingga, he had no more interests.
Mr. Kusma received the file with pleasure. Check it with a big smile. "It's good you're back here. Although it has been left behind a lot, if you want, you can arrange follow-up exams for you. I'm sure you are more than capable" said Mr. Kusma, with an offer too generous.
Ingga chuckled, glancing at Arka at a glance. "I'd like to be placed in the 11th grade of IPA 1, sir."
Instantly, Arka turned her face to Ingga. "Why?" ogre. That's Rana's class.
Ingga only responded with a glance and then switched again to Mr. Kusma before him. "I think there's a lot I have to learn again, sir" he said with a smile.
"Well .. This is what makes you always different. Many smart students come and go at this school, but you are too special. No wonder, you are Mr. Hussein's son, he must be very proud of you."
Ingga laughs a little. After enough small talk, the two teenagers finally came out of the headmaster's room.
"Why should a grade 11 IPA 1?" Arka stopped his steps, turned to England. Now, they were standing in the middle of a corridor that was not too crowded.
Ingga returned Arka's gaze. "Why?" the girl looked at Arka with her gaze.
Silent arc a thousand words. What reasons can he reveal?
"Unfortunately .. there must be a reason, yes?" ingga fishing rod, breastplate. Powerful to the guy in front of him.