The Stupid Barbie's
Call It a New Professor

The two girls' hands were grasping each other convincingly. The announcement this time felt more tense than the core announcement a few minutes earlier. Needless to say, of course, for what reason except because this is the announcement of the results of his hard work. At least, he should be one of them.

"Hm. alright, to be more stressful, you should just change the order, yes," said the host chuckled but remained polite. The atmosphere became a little more relaxed, but not with the vibrations of the air around Rana. Still just as stressful.

"Ok, we start from the middle champion first yes..." The man fixed the paper he was carrying. " The 2nd champion of the 11th grade is a student by name... Anggi Anggia Husayn!!"

Cheers echoed. No wonder, the girl is now replacing Marsha as the head of the girl guild at this school who does not know what her name is and do not know how many members.

From the other end, a girl stood up and walked with her legs wrapped in boots. Yes, the guild leader must be different.

Rana sighed. Slightly glanced at the guy who was not far away from him. There's no color there. But why is his chest warming up. Argh, please not now. Marsha is just making things up, but why is there a side in her that wants some of that information to be fact.

"Well, where are we going next? Winner 1 first or 3 first?" ask the host with a live motto take it easy.

The cheer of many is growing. Buzzing in Rana's ears. "Can't you just say both of them?" his murmur was unclear, but successfully caused a slanted smile printed on Arka's lips.

"Okay, because I heard many say the 1st champion first, so I just announce the 3rd champion."

"Duh, surely the father has not eaten this mah," murmured the girl again either imitating whose accent.

"Well, the 3rd champion was obtained by .. student on behalf of Nadania Salsabila!!!"

Krik .. krik .. krik ...

In his place, Nada smiled clumsyly, but this time he was absolutely fine. He knew there would be a miracle. And he has prepared himself for this. The earth needs to spin to mature its inhabitants. The girl moved out of her place. Not too concerned with the strange atmosphere or whispers that taste too hard to be called as whispers.

Arka glanced at the girl from the end of her eyes. I guess he wanted to say, no, Rana. Not so according to his predictions.

"And this is the one we've been waiting for. Who is it, about? Bye the way..this is indeed a little change yes, but this is guaranteed cleanliness of test scores."

The cheers are getting more uplifting. How not? Tone champion 3, Ingga champion 2, which professor would be able to beat both?

"The first voice of IPA 11th grade was achieved by the students on behalf of.... " The host's smile was printed wide. " ... Rana Puspakarina!!..."

Spontaneous Shutter backs are highest. Her tiny lips formed the letter o for the next few seconds. The sound of applause and cheers echoed in his ears. He didn't hear wrong, did he?

"Yes, Rana, you were the one you called just now," the host repeated as if understanding the question mark gesture on Rana's innocent face.

"Forward, Sweetheart. Aunty is proud of you," said Aunt Sarah touched Rana's arm.

Rana shook her head. Not wanting to keep her innocent face in the limelight, she decided to stand up and walk to the front of the stage.

Prize awarded. In the middle of the activity, Arka felt a vibration. Not in his heart, but in his uniform pocket. It turns out to be a cell phone.

"It's about Rana, Ka. I'll wait at Rooftop."

Arka's eyebrows frowned at reading the message. His gaze then turned to the petite girl who finally managed to hold the trophy in front of everyone. The girl now smiled happily, and she no longer wanted to be the cause of her crying.