The Stupid Barbie's
Really Trained

Rana went down the stairs with her small steps that were as excited as her. His lips smiled perfectly with a light that radiated beautifully through his eyes.

In the dining room there is already a mami, her papa and Dhira. This time, he would no longer be bothered by the existence of his father. Many things, including the humans around us, cannot act as we wish. We cannot force. We can only change what we feel. Very likely, his father just wanted himself to spur harder.

And yahh.... Huh, it seems that lately he rarely visited his second home. He made sure this afternoon he would stop by and give the best news his father could hear in the past month. And hopefully it can treat her Papi's annoyance because she has rarely been there. Lately it has been too ambitious. Even to forget yourself and get too excited.

"Again, Miii!" greet the girl cheerful. Sit on one of the chairs surrounding the dining table. He looked at his mother who was busy arranging their breakfast with her maid.

"Yes, baby." Puspa smiled, but still did not stop from his activities.

"What day is it, tomorrow?" ask the girl with her sparkling eyes.

Puspa paused for a moment from his job. The pupil is moving upwards. Maybe trying to remember something.

"Sunday, right?" he was busy again with his work. "This mom is not a schoolgirl anymore, Rana. Mommy needs some effort just for nginget what day it is."

Rana sighed lazily. " That's not what Rana means, Mami," she lamented.

"Bik Esih, this one put first on the table. I'm going to go back first." Puspa handed a container to his maid. Then go to the back instead of responding to Rana's complaint.

The girl sighed in annoyance, then turned to Dhira. "Dhira, you want to, what day is tomorrow?" his tan smiled with a twinkle of hope from his enlarged pupils.

Dhira turned to his brother flat. Then indifferently put a shoulder to shoulder.

Rana's getting drowned. His gaze then looked straight at the adult man before him. He convinced himself to ask the question, although there was only a 1% chance the man would remember it.

But when he just opened his mouth, his mother had already caught his attention with a question.

"Oh yeah, today if not wrong agenda receive report card, Ra?" lontarya while back and forth preparing breakfast with his housemaid, then sitting next to her husband.

"Yes, Mi. All the same announcement of the final exam results for her 12th grade," explained Rana while starting to take food to fill her stomach in this beautiful morning.

Why beautiful? Of course, because today he will know the results of his hard work for a full semester, and he will freely accept everything. Plus another one, there is something he is most looking forward to at 12 midnight.

"Oh yeah? Mami both Papa should not come? You see, Mami, Papa, the same Dhira today wants to go first." Mami finally sat down at her place, finished also doing the routine of preparing breakfast that morning.

"No papa, who must come only 12th grade guardian, Mi. Yes, although the more the better the rame..," said the girl showed the mainstay pringisan.

Rana smiled, as if completely forgetting some of the lying things crammed into her brain yesterday.

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The atmosphere at the school was already crowded when the man parked his motorbike in the parking lot, followed by a new luxury car that followed him from behind. Maybe this is a little ridiculous, but this is mandatory. Yes, it's about the arrival of his parents.

"Carca!"

Just as he exhaled freely after being confined by his fullface helmet, his ears were already greeted by the shrill voice of his mother.

"Yes, Mama." he answered with a pressure-filled smile. Look at that pretty shiny car.

"Bukain the car door, baby," said the woman with a tiny look and smile satisfied because this is the time everyone should know how obedient his handsome son to him.

Arka sighed and came down from her motorbike looking forced, while her father just chuckled. He looked even more handsome with his old, authoritative face.

Arka did what her mother asked, not too concerned with the passing of people who half glanced at her, not even rarely anyone turned his head without hesitation.

"Thank you, baby." Sarah's smile grew even more, while linking hands to her husband's arm.

Arka smiled. "Yes yuk, Pa, Ma" he asked.

But then a woman who just got out of her shuttle car distracted their attention.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Budi!" exclaimed the girl while accompanying the departure of her driver with waving hands. As always, he should fill the day with joy. And unfortunately when he turned his body, he was immediately met with a situation that he did not expect.

Aunt Sarah's full face. Silent gaze full of authority Om Rangga. And the eagle's gaze, why was it so powerless to steal it at a glance. And strangely, he wanted it.

"For Auntie, Om," said the girl approaching, bowing her head politely. Trying to be trained to look okay.

"Hello, Ranaa!!" Sarah immediately ambushed the girl into his arms. Making Rana fixated, speechless.

"Arka first, Pa." The man in the gray-white uniform left without waiting for his father's permission. Caci just maki he as a coward, because the reality is so. Even he hates himself.