The Stupid Barbie's
Angry and Disappointed

The playground looked cheerful. Full of laughter and likes. Among the many people there, Rana sat by the pool with her feet submerged. Cold and soothing. A bright smile was imprinted on Dhira's lips.

On the other hand, a couple also entered the playground area followed by a babysitter-looking woman behind them. Arka still carries Erlan in her arms, throwing views in all directions, looking for a place to sit and taking Erlan to play.

"Ka, I just change clothes, yes," said Ingga while giving his bag lightly, as if he did not see the man was busy holding the eight-month-old baby.

Arka looked at Ingga at a glance. "Hm," in short then received the bag with plates only. Lazy arguing. You are more stubborn than anything.

Then, Ingga passed by with his carefree steps.

"It won't be long, really, Ka" he said before leaving.

"Come, Ma'am, we go for a walk first," said Arka then continued his steps, while inviting Erlan to speak, although the boy could only respond with unclear chatter.

Sitting by the pool alone without drowning yourself in the water makes the girl bored for a long time too. His sight was thrown everywhere. Instead of looking for where the King was, he simply observed the people who were milling about. But, suddenly her bead eyes stopped on the back of a guy.

Rana squinted her eyes. I don't know what he's thinking, but he really can't take his attention away from that guy. Next to the boy, stood a woman in a typical baby sister uniform. At first glance, although not very clear, the man was carrying a boy in his arms.

"Sir Rana!" Dhira pouting. How not? He called his sister many times, but never got a response.

Rana narrowed her eyes. Another bit. A little more he could see the guy. A little more the guy will turn his face.

"Sir Rana!" angrily Dhira shook her brother's knees violently.

"E-uh? Why, Dhira?!" As if forgetting herself, suddenly Rana raised her voice, and made herself the center of attention for a moment. But then he realized, closed his mouth and put on an expression please be advised to the people around them.

"Why, Dhira...?" Now he whispers. Trying to ignore his heart which makes him want to keep turning his head in that direction, the guy with the jeans.

Ah, no, he could not have hoped to be reunited with Arka.

"Bantuin Dhira up, brother. Dhira wants to buy a drink first," said Dhira tried to smile as sweet as possible, so that his brother would fulfill his request.

Rana grunts lazily. "Good itself can, Dhira ...," he replied, smiling forcefully.

"Come on, sister .." persuaded Dhira to put on a face of sand.

Finally, because Rana was bored on the edge, she stood up from her seat, wearing her footwear.

"Yes, sneak. Naik," he said, offering his right hand.

Dhira smiled wider. Reaching Rana's hand with her wet hand. Prepare to make the hands are almost as small as the focus.

"One, two, ..."

"Buck!!"

Rana. Spontaneously turned his head. Just now, obviously, it was Ingga's voice. But instead of finding the girl, the net actually met the guy's eyes. The guy he was desperately trying to forget. And worse, right, that guy was with a baby. Which means ....

"Three!!" exclaim Dhira spirit.

The byurr!!

Instead of coming out of the pool, the little girl actually brought her brother into the pool. Wet not left.

Rana knew that her entire body was already wet with water, but what she did was to survive inside, hiding her face. His face was pale. Angry, disappointed, and jealous. The pool water disguises the droplets of his wound.

Arka kept tilting her head. Looking for the whereabouts of Rana. He sure didn't look wrong. Next to him, Ingga had already rambled at length arranging this it. He needs to talk to Rana.

Rana steps her legs as quickly as possible towards the dressing room, or at least a quieter place, where she will never see the guy again. The guy who got him to his lowest disappointed point. And it's not enough to get there that guy even ....

"By!"

Rana felt her hand being blocked by someone. His shoulder jerked, but he couldn't even turn his head. Her chest rumbled violently, but more than all that, a reality angered her.

In one move, Rana turned her body, pulling her rough hand from the man's scuffles.

"What else do you want?" His face that usually smiled sweetly at the guy was now a crimson red. Angry and disappointed.

"Don't be the same King" said Arka as if the speech was so important to him, that it deserved to be spoken by his lips.

Rana cringing. Wonder. "What?"

"Okey," Arka sighed, trying to explain. "... I know I have no right to ngarang-narang lo, but pleas. I'm ...."

"Realat. It's not right, but you never have the right," cut Rana, turn her face away.

"Raa ...," Arka pleaded. "... You promised me. You can date anyone, but please .. not the King."

Rana grunts rough. "Lo promised me too, Ka!" This time his voice began to rise, "... I promise I won't leave you!"

"But I have a reason, Ra. I can't possibly leave ...."

"What reason? Child of the people?" As if a bomb was about to explode, the question was completely unbearable from his lips. After that, though, his feelings were more raging.

Arka. Instead of answering, he looked into the eyes of the girl in front of him, looking for a speck of trust.

"Gue can't explain that, Ra. But one thing you should know, I love you. Please ... jauhin King."

"Jawab first, Arka!" jolt Rana, staring at the guy in front of her full of demands.

Arka sighed. Subdues head. "Sorry, Ra, I can't."

Rana gripped her jeans books. Biting his lower lip as a last defense.

"If so don't expect me to stay away from the King." Rana turned around, stepping her legs firmly, though her tears could not lie; it flowed without being prevented.

"Where!"

And suddenly the guy was in front of her again. Hurriedly he wiped off the droplet after droplet with both hands.

Arka immediately took off her jeans jacket, putting it on Rana's back. " I don't want other guys wriggling lo kayak gini. Just take it, do not need to be reversed, I know you do not want to see me again," said Arka with both hands still on Rana's shoulders.

For a moment, Rana was silent, staring at the man as she always did. He seemed to be in eternal unconsciousness, falling in love again and again.

"Ra?"

The voice instantly made Rana move away from Arka, as well as Arka who had no choice but to pull her hand from Rana's shoulder.

Not far from them, the King stood up straight, staring at the two of them. Disappointed, and very sick.

"King?" lirih Rana, close the jacket, and confused what to do.