The Stupid Barbie's
Early on

Rana returned the gaze of the man before her. Still with the same question, shortly after the receipt of the report card at each turn of the semester. He then developed his smile. There was a hint of hope to be cherished appearing in his heart cavity.

"Twenty-two, Pa," he said, still with the same smile, with a slight twinkle in his eyes. Then glanced at his mother. The woman also smiled happily.

"Oh ..," Cipto's response, heaved a heavy sigh, then turned to the food before him.

Rana was dumbstruck, looking at the man before her with a smile that slowly faded away. Just like that? But the man did not care at all about his gaze, not caring about his disappointment.

"Good, Ra .., Mami knows you can," Puspa then voiced out, offering appreciation through his smile.

Rana then looked at her mother. No, he can't be greedy. At least he still has some people. "Thank you, Mi." He then brought his smile back.

"Congratulations, Brother. My sister proved that my sister could. Just a little more. If you succeed, not only Papa, but you can also point to him" said Dhira, touching the back of Rana's hand.

Rana. Yes, it seems that his sister does know a lot about the problem, although he never told a lot of stories. Huh ... It looks like Dhira is too smart.

"Dhira .... Papa can hear what you're saying" said Cipto, without turning his eyes to his two children.

Dhira sighed. Pulling her hand from the back of Rana's hand. "Often adults have to learn from young children, Pa. So that Papa's ego is not too high, so that Papa can better understand."

"Dhira! Since when did you dare to be with Papa?!" Cipto stood up from his seat. Only this time the youngest child was talking a lot, and only this time also the boy dared to support him.

Dhira breathed again. "Dhira doesn't dare to be Papa. Father lord Dhira is the highest in the family. But, Papa must know, at least Papa must be able to appreciate others, then can be appreciated." The 5th grade girl stopped for a moment. He looked at his father's eyes, which were angry. "That's just Dhira's opinion ... Papa can't take it."

Cipto clenched his hands, but then let out a long sigh. Over there, Puspa could only hold his breath. Dhira was not a talkative boy, but once he spoke he could silence everyone, even his own father.

"Ma, buyin Papa headache medicine." Cipto reverse body. His hands then rubbed his forehead. "Papa's dizzy, need a break."

The man then passed followed by Puspa who then immediately looked for supplies of drugs in the P3K box.

Rana looked at Dhira. In fact, he never made his father so uncomplicated as this.

"Eat, sister," said Dhira, as he began to eat food in front of him.

"Dhira ...." Rana put on her dark face.

Dhira. His face panicked. "No! Don't hug!"

Not only did the girl close her mouth, her body was already tightly embraced by her brother. Not only hugged, even his cheeks are no longer virgins. Kissed by that girl.

"Hwaaaf ... Brother Rana dear Dhiraaa ...."

After finishing their dinner, the two girls then went inside Rana's room and sat on the bed with both legs crossed. The two acted as if they were the same age, even though they were almost five years apart.

"Dhira, how do you know?" ask Rana directly. After all, it was actually too embarrassing for her sister to know.

Dhira sighed. "If you can cover up your sadness, not cry all day, not hide yourself like a stressed person, maybe Dhira will not know. Which child is too stupid and doesn't understand this?"

Pluck up!

Dhira glares. Just now his brother was actually shaking his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Badny damn you. Little kids shouldn't know ....!" rana protest.

"Funny. Yeah, how's this done? No way, is it, Brother chasing Kak Arka again?" dhira asked later, turning his face to a painting of a man who was nicely drawn on the wall of his sister's room. Handsome and sharp.

"You want King's brother?" Rana began to open the sound, after being dissolved in the eyes of the eagle carved his own fingers.

"Yes, your son Papa. That's the vaccine you used to get, right?" Dhira turned again to her brother.

Shutter for a moment. "So the King shot Brother, Ra ...."

"Certainly? Nerima's sister?"

Rana put on a limp face and her bow. "Yes ..," he answered almost without a sound.

Dhira patted a sucker forehead. "Good, Brother used to be an impingement. Now it's Brother's turn to be someone else's impingement" said Dhira without a filtering system.

"He shot Rana in front of Arka. She even kissed her cheeks at that moment. Yes, Rana should how? There was no other choice, Dhira," Rana tried to explain, although he himself did not allow his choice. There is no sense with the King, and perhaps, until any moment there will remain.

"Yes already. Taste problem, just let's just go first. There is no harm in trying. The King is also worthy of respect."

Rana pulled both corners of her lips upwards. "Surely, you'll try."

"And for Brother Arka .... Rana's sister has to prove it to him. Dhira is always inget, the best way of revenge is to turn out to be great, even extraordinary, outside the expectations of anyone," said Dhira, filled with confidence. Both of his eyes narrowed, full of plans.

"You mean?"

"As for Rana, nothing is impossible. The dream is in sight, as long as we believe."