The Stupid Barbie's
The stupid ambition
The study table is littered with books and scratch paper. The bed he had not touched after school. And a phone that seems to have no self-respect. Loosened like a meaningless broken thing. His brain continued to heat up, as if the test was already in sight. Not only the problem of Arka, but he was tired of accepting the insults immediately.
From the door of the room came a faint squealing sound, but Rana chose to be indifferent. His eyebrows were still clinging and his forehead was still shriveling. Her hair was messed up. He rubbed the tip of his eye for a moment. It seems like he will soon have to wear glasses.
"Ma ..." Puspa held his son's shoulder. Standing behind Rana, looking at the face of her little girl who was not as bright as before.
Rana stopped her activities. Looking at the mirror in front of her, and found a beautiful face full of worry. He developed his smile immediately. "Why, Mi?"
Puspa smiled. "Eat first, yuk. From there have not eaten," take the mother of two children.
Rana did not immediately agree. He was silent for a moment. He was not wanting to eat, and his stomach seemed to be rejecting everything, but he could not refuse his mother's invitation, anymore.
"Yes, come on" he said at the end. Rise up and embrace the body of the woman who gave birth to it.
In the dining room there is already Cipto and Dhira, are talking about their plans for the new year holiday to where. They sound excited. After all, they haven't done it together in a long time. But somehow, the expression of the father of four children instantly changed when two people had just joined them as well.
"Just come out, Ra?" ask Cipto with his unfriendly face. "Chick girls all day in the room. Remember, Unsos is a bad habit" he continued.
Rana let out a faint breath. Take a spoon and fork in front of him. "As for Papa," he said, was tired of facing the old man. Not learning lectured, the turn to learn even in the case of unsos. Yes if he has pinter mah not have to sengeyel this.
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His eyes bead towards the painting again. Cold man with his eagle eyes. Whatever he was trying to be smart, he was a fool in the end. The proof, he still let the painting unfold on the wall of his room. Gnawing at his emotions, killing his heart, and making him nearly numb. Nothing hurts more than the end Arka gave.
And his three friends .... Ah, he misses them so much.
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In the living room of the classic wooden house, the girl smiled satisfied with the video presented by her cellphone. The video is ten minutes long but enough to change everything. Ahh .. he is too good with this kind of not-tik.
"Hello?" The girl then called someone.
"Gue sent his vidionya. Pastiin Vidio is spread throughout the school, if you can go to the school next door." The girl then stopped talking for a moment, listening to the words of someone she called.
"Yes, I'm sending it all to Elo. About the commission, you don't have to worry."
The sound of footsteps made the girl turn her face away, then turn off her phone connection. A guy with a plain white T-shirt and butts walked up to him. The baby who was with the boy looked quite comfortable with his smile.
"Who, Ing?" ask the guy.