The Stupid Barbie's
Principal Nyebelin

Kibo blinked his eyes trying to filter everything. He was rubbed several times, still unable to believe his vision. It turned out that the face was real, not what other dreams could be. Oooh .. it turns out that it is true is the online angel. Really beautiful, even prettier than what she saw on her phone screen.

"Yes! here it is, Sya, my online angel," he told Arsya, without batting an eye for a second. After a long time, he was finally able to witness firsthand the person he admired until he was carried away by the dream.

"Yaelah .. So this, Bo? This is mah Rana, the girl who is told the same way the kids fit it too."

"So, before Dio, Aris, the same Bendon had met Rana? Wow ... danger here, my rival can be a lot if this is the story."

"Hus! Where would you like, Rana sama elo. Model lo aja skinny keperm like that."

"Well .. don't be careless, Shay, I have a charm that's incomparable."

"The charm is not comparable to your great-great-lo! .. do not care for you, Bo, he already has a girlfriend," said Arsya. Still vividly remembered in his head when Daniel and the children of SMK Karya Nusantara looking for trouble with them. If anyone dares to approach Rana, then it is the same that the person is waving the war flag, also picking up the insecurity in life.

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Uks Room

Arka leaned against the wall. His hands were crossed, his eyes coldly staring at Dio who was lying limp while holding his stomach in pain. Though it has been warned, but the fat guy still eats carelessly, also mostly.

"Hehehe, sorry, Ka, so nicotine," prenges Dio. His stomach pain has begun to subside. Last night there was a big salvo in his new home, so this is how his stomach fates from too much cargo.

"Hm."

"Oh yes, Ka, was it malem kok lo no dateng anyway? I'm the same kid waiting for me."

"May be busy."

Dio sighed. When you look around, it looks like the mood of this boss is not good. Fortunately, he was already used to the cold attitude of Arka. Want to take and accompany to the UKS alone, is already a thing to be grateful for.

"Well, Dio?" ask Mala the UKS officer.

"Udah, Mal, thank you."

"Sip. Uh, something is slow" Mala said. From behind the UKS window, he observed four girls standing in front of a row of apples.

"Who?" Dio asked.

Mala narrowed her eyes, the four girls were only visible from behind. But he knows one of them, slim and tall stature and style model, of course from far away, Mala can recognize the person.

"Rena Dkk," Mala replied in the end.

"Oow."

"It will not be legal."

"Why?"

"Obviously, the Mayor's son" Mala replied as she tidied up the tools in the room. Who's the picket today? Why is it still so messy?

"Yes, anyway."

Arka just listening. Not a foreign topic. Not infrequently he heard the name of the girl gossiped everywhere.

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"Why are you late?" asked Mr. Kusma, focusing his eyes as he grew older, more and more unaware.

Tone lowered his head in. Shame it feels, it is famous as an exemplary student even now called forward for reasons like this. Late to leave school when Mr. Kusma was making a speech, it was a fatal mistake. Can be told to run a field that is as wide as an airport, or can also be told to clean the toilet that there are either how many in number. Really troublesome and make the learning time reduced.

Vira looked straight ahead without a sense of hesitation. Not forgetting that he developed his smile. You have to look beautiful at times like this.

Rena remained calm. Not his wish, but things like this were not troublesome for him. As a child, everyone around him has treated him specifically. Even if that doesn't happen to his friends. Take it easy, everything will be fine.

"Lho, you're a new student, huh? What's yourname?" ask Mr. Kusma to a student who looks the smallest among the four girls who are late.

"Rana Puspakarina, sir," answered Rana smiling politely, trying to obey Rena's orders.

All the students who were there suddenly ria, as if they had just found a hidden treasure that was lost for hundreds of years somewhere. Beautiful, very pleasing to the eye. It's not really boring.

Mr. Kusma opened his glasses again, it turns out that the son of the Mayor is also among these four girls. And. the name just now, it seems familiar.

"Rana Puspakarina .. his son Pak Cipto?" ask Mr. Kusma after remembering.

Rana forced a smile. Hearing his father's name alone can melt his good mood today.

"Yes, sir."

"Andra, break up the line! You guys, come to the room!" kusma told the head of OSIS, then turned to step foot toward his room. The principal's room.

Bella smiled with satisfaction, hopefully this time they will not be passed just like that.

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The Headmaster Room

"How are you, Rana?" asked Mr. Kusma after the four girls sat in his favorite room.

It felt like Rana wanted to ask, "Which papa, sir?" but huh, Mr. Kusma will be more confused by the question of course.

"Well, sir," answered Rana, though she was lazy to talk about her father. But no matter, just answer it as briefly as possible so that the discussion does not increase in length.

"Finally you were vaccinated too, yesterday the father contacted your father to hasten it...."

This, it turns out, is the culprit.

"... I feel sorry if you can only learn online ..."

No papa sir, wi-fi the same quota I always safely under control really.

"... whereas your friends have studied face-to-face..."

God, Father, I am not stared at nor papa.

" ... I just don't want to learn you're not maximal and could affect your ranking."

Deg, Rana immediately gulped. Why suddenly discuss the matter of ranking? Didn't know Mr. Kusma that whenever he was online, it would not affect his ranking. Number one from the bottom. Always has been, even since childhood.

"Your father, Cipto, that was my beloved disciple. Smart, exemplary, and many donated trophies for this school. I still remember it, when it was a long time ago. Ah, next time you'll come by your house. Oh yes, if you need anything, do not hesitate to contact your father. You're always in this room."

"Yes, sir," said Rana forcing another smile. What would happen if Mr. Kusma knew that he was not as smart as his father. In fact, you could say, is a sufferer of stage 4 stupid disease.

"Oh yeah, Rena, I met your father yesterday while shopping in the market. You are really proud, in this simple father's school there is the son of a good Mayor, humble and populist. Yesterday your father gave some parcels to you, as well as to the merchants who were there. He said he was happy his son was in this school."

Rena smiled briefly then turned her eyes off. Look at this principal of his, who was busy preaching about discipline and now, preach to the four students who should have been punished for disdiscipline.

"Eh, Vira, I stopped by your restaurant yesterday. I just found out that the owner is your father. If you know that, you will often stop by there. The food is good, and your father is very friendly to visitors."

"Yes, sir, stop by often, sir at my restaurant. My papa must be very fond if my principal wants to visit greet my parents." Vira's response was no less chatty. But in his heart he was completely cut off. Surely, yesterday Mr. Kusma ran out of sightseeing around the city. He could have met his father and Rena's father on the same day. Of course, Mr. Kusma's mood is good at the moment. If this is the case, they will not be punished at all. Logically, Mr. Kusma certainly will not want to punish beautiful girls like them, especially one of them is the son of a Mayor. Yuhuuu!! Yess!

Bella sharpens her hearing. What the hell is that talking to them, Mr Kusma? Not immediately punished run the field, even fun invited to huddle together.

Mr. Kusma glanced at the watch. Already almost entered the first lesson hour.The four students must immediately go to class. No need to be punished, that's okay. What matters is that he was taught a lesson.

Downtrodden tone. It's great that Mr. Kusma discussed the greatness of his three friends' parents. It feels very sad, his parents are certainly not comparable to their parents who in fact are rich.

"Alright, it's almost in the first hour. You guys go back to class!"

Tone let out a faint breath. Sure enough, Mr. Kusma did not discuss his parents or himself at all. Don't you know Mr. Kusma, how hard he fought to be recognized? Not ignored like this.

"We're not punished, sir?" rena asked coldly and firmly. All this time he just pretended not to know, about all the people who gossip that he always took advantage of his father's power.

"It's nothing, Rena. Just relax, I told you to come here just to talk, not to punish."

Bella was still faithfully eavesdropping on the doorstep of the principal's room. After a long eavesdropping he finally heard the word law punish. However, it seems that Mr. Kusma will not punish the four arch-enemies. But that's fine, even so he can still corner them in his own way.