The Stupid Barbie's
The House of Arka

"Udah ah, Mi. Rana's going out first, buy HP. Can be bothered if not spit-spet buy," said Rana stood up from his seat then immediately grabbed the car keys. "Place bring your own car, Mi. Abis wants to stop by Papi's house."

"Eh, by yourself. Don't dong. Mommy can't wait to see you drive your own car."

"Well, why did Rana learn to drive a car, Mami?"

"Don't dong, Raaa .... I learned it yesterday. If why-what how? Udah deh, let us be accompanied by Mr. Budi aja," persuaded Puspa did not want his daughter why-not. Around here where there are people buying and selling lives.

"Hmm .. okay, deh." Rana relented. True too, said his mother. Yesterday while learning to drive he almost hit a kitten. Especially if no one is there. Maybe a bear or a tiger will be the victim.

"But Rana can ya, to Papi's house? Today is Sunday. It's Rana's schedule to Papi's."

"Hmm .. okay, but don't do it. The afternoon should be at home."

"Beres, Mii ...," said Rana playing both thumbs of her hand.

"Hhh, yes. Here, use Mami's card. Oh yes, later if you've bought it, directly phone Mami, yes!" said Puspa while thrusting his credit card to Rana.

"He em," Rana only beards while receiving her Mama's credit card.

"Inget loh, yes ... direct phone Mami."

"Yes, Maamiii ...." Rana then kisses her spoiled mammoth cheek.

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"Pak Budi, Anterin Rana to Papi's house yes, sir," said Rana after getting into the car. In his hand there is already a paper bag containing a cellphone that he just bought.

"Ready, Non," said Mr. Budi as usual.

"Hello, Mi!" at the request of his mother, he immediately called after defending the phone.

"Hello, Ra! How's it? Did you buy it, HPnya?" ask Puspa across there.

"Udah, Mi. This is Rana going to OTW to Papi's house."

"Oh yes. Later please buy brownies continue to anterin to Aunt Sarah's house yes ...."

"Huh? Brownies? To Aunt Sarah's house? Why, Mi?" ask Rana spontaneously. Tumben-tumbenan mami this telling him this.

"orda. Anterine," said Mami kekeuh.

"Any brownies, Mi? Not all fruit parcels, flowers, grains, vegetables, spices, so complete?" kelakar Rana's. What the fuck is this mom? after all, he said he wanted to go to Papi's house, why was he suddenly told this?

"Well, if you want to bring so much, then no papa. Good in fact," mami's snickering on the other end.

"Yeah, Mami mah. Kan, Rana wants to...."

"Udah, just anterine," cut Mami.

"Mr .... "

"Yes, Ra. Mommy still wants some business."

"But, Mi...."

Puey ....

Just now Rana wants to mangelak Mami has directly turned off the phone line.

"Waduh, meet Arka again me," said Rana patted his eel slowly. Where would he put his face if he met that guy? Crying hysterically because of being cheated on by her guy. What can be proud of?

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Basketball court

"Yes!" call Dio while trying to wrest control of the basketball from the guy in front of him.

Arka doesn't say. Surely Dio is trying to break his concentration in order to take over the ball. Around him now there is also Morgan and Juned who are ready to take control of the ball.

"Ka! You have a relationship, same Rana?" dio asked suddenly, "You're so fast. I suddenly hugged it."

"You mean?" spontaneously, Arka stopped her activity. Why did Dio suddenly ask like that?

Dio laughed ria. Tumben-tumbenan Arka can be cybulin like this. In fact, he was just joking. The idea came very suddenly and just spoken. Ah, maybe Arka is interested in Rana. It's a pretty shutter, but that's what makes it feel impossible.

How can a man who is so anti-so-beautiful with a very beautiful face suddenly swallow back his saliva. Arka once told her and her disinclined friends, "If there's anyone I hate most in the world, it's my stepmother. And if there's a human I don't like the most, it's the same kind of pretty girl Aunt Sarah. The male beneficiary."

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The car stopped in front of a house. Not his papa house. This is Aunt Sarah's house. The baby was not at home. So, she just carried out her mother's request. Take the brownies to Aunt Sarah's house. And hopefully Arka's not home.

"Sorry, Non Rana, I got an SMS from Madam. He said, tell him to go home first. Non Rana will take a taxi."

Rana immediately frowned, it seemed like she was worried that her son was doing nothing. And now? Suddenly I told Mr. Budi to go home first.

"Oh, sir, if so. Be careful on the road, sir," said Rana then got out of the car.

"Ready, Non," from inside the car Mr. Budi said with a sprightly position as usual.

"Ready, sir," replied Rana not forgetting the position of respect.

Mr. Budi blinked one eye, then immediately turned on the car and left his master's son.

Rana was observing the house. Magnificent and luxurious. Not much different from the house. No wonder, Arka's father had a film producer company. That's why the guy still looks authoritative even with the messy appearance of a delinquent. The charisma of the rich.

The gate of the house was wide open, as if intentionally letting him in

Ting tung....

Rana rang the doorbell of the house.

Kreeks...

Just one push, the door is open. Aunty Sarah's smiling face.

"Rana? Coming, Ra! I've been waiting for Aunt from earlier," said Sarah while embracing Rana's shoulder and inviting her in.

"Wait?" ask Rana spontaneously.

"Hehehe, yes. Aunty told your mom that you should play here." Sarah was satisfied.

"That means brownies?"

"It's just a middleman" Sarah answered and grabbed the brownie box from Rana's hand.

"Sit, Ra. Auntie come in first. You don't go straight home! Aunty no more friends, so send you here."

Rana pursed her tiny lips pretending to sulk. Want to tell play to the house using all these plans. Kan, honey if the brownies are not snacked. Hehe.

Aunt Sarah just grimaced happily, then still passed leaving Rana in the living room alone.

Rana didn't sit down right away said Aunt Sarah. He looked at the spacious living room. Simple, but still does not leave the impression of luxury.

On the wall of the room was displayed several photos and paintings by famous painters. At the end of each painting is a signature and the name of the painter. Rana is no stranger. He was one of the artists' admirers. He loved to draw and paint long ago, although no one knew.

Rana's gaze then stopped on a painting. His feet just stepped closer to the painting. A small happy family, with a happily smiling father crouching on his wife's shoulders, and a cheerful smiling son looks up at his mother.

Jemari Rana touched the tip of the painting's figura. The figure of the mother in this painting looks very real. Smiling happily facing him. Whose painting is this? There is no name of the painter. There was only one carving in 2010.

"Ra?" suddenly the voice of aunt Sarah resuscitated him. The woman was standing next to him.

"Eh, Auntie." Rana immediately turned to her mama friend.

Sarah also observed the painting that had been observed by Rana. The fingers then touched the surface of the painting.

"This is Om Rangga, Arka's father" Sarah said, pointing to the father figure in the painting, "This is Arka" he said, pointing to the boy in the painting, "If this one .. this is Arka's mother." Sarah's fingers trembled, touching the face of a woman who seemed to smile at her.

Rana looked again at the face of the woman in the painting, then turned her eyes to observe the beautiful face of Aunt Sarah. There's no resemblance. There's absolutely nothing.

"It's not Auntie, Ra. This is Arka's real mama. This painting was made a week before he died."

Rana. The eyes of the lonely Arka just floated in his mind. Is it because of this, or is there some other reason that makes Arka so self-closing?

"here, Ra. Aunty wants to ask for help with you," said Sarah to take Rana's hand and invite her to sit on the sofa.