The Stupid Barbie's
Why Is It Still Sick?

The girl's breath was a little ungodly. His legs kept stepping small, getting faster, then running. He's time-hunted. Up there, maybe Marsha has it all dismantled. And all he could do was prevent Arka from believing him. All this time Arka may only be a puppet for him, but loss is still loss. Where else does he lean? His world may not be Arka, but Arka must be in his world.

"Carca!" call him right after his move successfully ended the footing for the footing of the stairs that felt longer than usual.

Sure enough, there were two people there. The information he got was not wrong. The man turned his back towards her, looking at her without a trace of face. It's cold, cooler than usual.

"Congratulations?" his murmured a little and trembled. But then, both of his hands clenched.It was not that easy to defeat. His steps then he continued firmly towards the girl who was with Arka.

Prak!

Marsha touched her left cheek. Too surprised to not have time to stop. He had not been able to reply, Arka had preceded him.

"Relieve!" the snapping pulled the wrists of the rough British. Try as hard as possible not to throw a proper slap at the girl. "Rabies yes lo?!" until finally the cry that came out after he let go of Ingga's hand, as rude as when he pulled it. Fuck his father's upbringing!

"What are you doing with Arka?!" But Ingga was precisely indifferent to Arka's anger. Aggressive attacks on Marsha with her index finger that accuses her of feeling most powerful alone. "Lo don't know in..."

Prak!!

Not yet able to finish his slur, his lips were already silenced first by the slap of the girl before him. He touched her cheek, felt a sharp pain there.

"Why? You think I'm scared of you? Want another slap? Huh uh?" marsha's voice echoed, so loud. It was as if there was a burst of fire in each breath. Full of emotion.

"Yes, you don't know yourself! Very kasian Arka, can nerima lo who is no longer holy, where use lie all over again. Najiss!!" lecar Marsha with cynical eyes, the corner of his lips pulled down, as if showing the woman in front of him is not worth talking to.

"Jaga ya omo ..."

"Relieve, Stop!" Arka interrupted with a voice higher than the two girls. Her ears were now hotter than usual as she listened to Ingga's chatter earlier.

Ingga looked at Arka. Looking for the speck of pity that Arka usually puts aside through the guy's cold eyes.

"Carca!" Ingga caught up with that guy. Aligning his steps, trying to change what Arka already believed.

While there, Marsha was still standing with her half-straight hair. He turned his gaze towards the blue sky this afternoon. A little smile, but also a little trembling.

I hope my prejudice won't happen, Ra

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"I'm sorry, Ka," I Ingga after all the stairs continue to persuade Arka not to believe but not at all responded to the guy. Don't listen, just look at him.

"Sorry you said?" Arka finally stopped her steps on one of the stairs. His eyes narrowed, sharper than usual.

"Let's lose Rana! You know, what am I sacrificing for nolongin lo?! I lost Rana, my trust, my bokap. You think it's the same as what you've done with me, huh?!" The guy's face was flushed. As if a bomb was about to explode inside his chest, he was already powerless to hold back his emotions.

"Gue's sorry, Ka. I don't want to lose you either." Ingga touched Arka's arm. His voice began to crackle. There are tears in there.

"Save tears for yourself. You've ruined my trust, ing." The guy was about to release both of Ingga's hands from his arms, but then he was stopped by the voice of a familiar person

"Which arka yes, Ra. He said it was just to ...."

Arka sculpting. Too surprised to find the whereabouts of Mama and Rana there. There was something he was about to say, but it was as if it were just*****the big pickaxe that befell his heart. His lips could not speak, nor was his face that revealed an expression caught helplessly.

Rana also stopped in her place. His pupils stared at Arka's eyes for quite a while, but then switched to Ingga's hand which took over Arka's arm lightly. He shouldn't, but he still feels it. His stomach was as if he wanted to shake out. So did the air on his chest that seemed to have no space. Why are you still sick? Arka is not the world, is it?

Sarah shakes a glance at Arka. Still disappointed of course. Arka's mother then embraced Rana's shoulder. "Come, Ra. Aunty take you home, baby."