The Stupid Barbie's
Still Preserving Taste
The girl still smiled even though everyone seemed to think she must be sad, was missing something. But in fact not, he was happier glancing at the smile of a girl who was already far away there. Walking ahead of him that indeed has no intention to congratulate. No, no, no intention. More like not having enough courage.
Nada then sat in his place, that foreign place. Why do you call him a stranger? Because no one recognized him around the place. Ah, not just in that place. Now all places feel foreign. Although sometimes he is confused, either his place is foreign, or his estranged self.
A slight vibration of the phone in his pocket then shifted his mind. A message from someone who hasn't contacted him in a long time. Not only does not contact, but it shows the trunk of his nose just does not.
For a moment he just stared at the screen of his phone until it almost died again. But then, he changed his attitude. He had heard, if a woman has not been able to interact as usual with her past, it means that she still has not forgotten the past. And I don't think he accepted that conclusion. So he decided to open the message.
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"Congratulations, dear!"
Rana's arrival back to her seat was greeted by the sound of Aunt Sarah's cry.
Rana sat in her place. Smile, then say, "Thank you very much, Auntie."
The girl then slightly glanced at the empty seat beside Om Rangga. His eyes seemed sad to question where the owner of the chair went.
"Go to the toilet, honey," cut Aunt Sarah, making Rana immediately take her eyes off. So drowned. And worse yet, why does his cheek feel hot. Stupidhead!
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The long move of the boy climbed the stairs firmly, towards the school rooftop. No, Rana's not really happy yet. His little heart always said, the girl still wants it. So why does he pretend not to care? After all, how long will he close his eyes about the person with Rana now?
"In essence, Sha" Arka said after a few steps closer to Marsha.
The girl called Marsha accidentally scored a slanted smile on her lips. Sure enough, these two God creatures are in fact still harboring flavor. Not only keep it like it, but also keep it, whether until when.
"Tomorrow Rana's birthday, Ka." Marsha was still looking straight ahead with her head slightly lowered. Hustle and bustle of Jakarta with all its busyness.
Arka is standing next to Marsha. "Gue know," said the man who was also looking at the same scene.
"It was also on her birthday, Ka." Marsha said it without a tone. It also does not involve emotions in his facial expression.
Instantly, the words successfully made Arka turn to the girl beside her. "Lo know, Sha?" His face could not hide his surprise and curiosity.
"Gue knows even more than you." Marsha turned to Arka, convincing the guy of her statement.
"You mean?" The guy frowned. Surprised, he hid the case half-dead. Where does Marsha know?
Marsha turned her eyes back. Look straight ahead and start weighing where he starts. He then saw the watch in his hand. What a narrow time.
"Gue said that not without reason. All this time you have been used with Ingga, Ka. Erlan is not his son. Erlan was his nephew. Mama Erlan is a busy person, and not too dizzy with the boy who lately has been living with Ingga, who you also take care of."
Arka frowned, but tried to respond calmly. "Where are you from?"