The Stupid Barbie's
Privacy?

"You've eaten, haven't you?" tanya mami touched Rana's worried shoulder.

"Mi, Rana .. apologise," said Rana in the end, bowed not daring to look at his mother's face.

"Sup ..." Puspa suddenly hugged his son. He stroked his back slowly, "... Mami also apologized for being angry at Rana. Mami should ask first the version of what happened to you."

Rana returned her mother's embrace. "Mommy's not angry anymore, is she, Rana?" tanyanya smiled happily.

Puspa ended his embrace. "No. Mama can't be angry at you for long. Emm .. But, at school you're fine, right?" ask the mother of two.

Rana forced a smile. "Well, Mi. Temen Rana is a lot. They must also understand, what the situation is," he said.

"Yes already. Here's your bag, let Mami carry it," said Puspa then remove the bag Rana from the child's back.

"Oh yes, as an apology, Mama has a surprise for you," said Puspa as the two were climbing the stairs to Rana's room.

"Oh yeah? What surprise is it?!" ask Rana enthusiastically.

"There's a point. You see it later. Hope you like it."

Kreeks ....

"Well, taraaa .. here it is!" exclaim Puspa opened the door of his daughter's room.

Rana closed her mouth unexpectedly, stepping foot into her room that had been repainted in plain white. Then observe a row of paint of various colors provided in his room.

"Mommy is confused about what surprise. Mami thinks ..you might like drawing or painting and such. So Mami gave me a surprise."

"Do you know what?" asked Rana did not think it turned out her mother knew her hidden hobby.

Puspa smiled, then set foot towards Rana's study table. He took a textbook with the title "Mathematics" from above.

"From here," said Puspa shows each sheet of the book is full of images and colors. Even the images of mathematical figures, it is not the shape.

"Hehehe," Rana's prenges scratched his nape.

"Where's Dhira, Mi?" ask Rana to divert. His habits have been discovered as well. His attention is cool with books, but instead of learning even busy drawing.

"Tara" said a little girl with a smile on her feet. Standing in the middle of the room door brings paint brush supplies of various sizes and capital.

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Rena parked her car smoothly in her garage, then raised her glasses to the top of her head. He watched a luxury car parked right next to his car. Tumben, his mind with narrowed eyes, then get off the car carrying all the groceries from the shopping this afternoon.

Kreek.the door was opened by the girl, then thrown all her groceries onto the sofa. He then walked to his room on the third floor.

Rena sighed, clarifying both her auditory senses. His steps came to a halt before stepping up the stairs entering the second floor area.

The girl then let out a rough breath. Stepping firmly towards the place where the sound that makes his chest feel even more tight.

Tok tok! It was so rude of Rena to knock on the door of that room.

"Yes, one minute!" said a man from inside.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 seconds Rena is still waiting with a hunting tightness. Heard the laughter of the two people who were in that room.

6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ....

The crane!! The opening of the door was unmitigated.

"Rena?" said Mr. Wijaya flabbergasted to see his son.

With long strides, Rena walked towards the bed where her father was embracing a woman's affection.

"Aren't you ashamed?!" hardik Rena forcibly pulls a young woman from her father's bed.

"Aw," the woman moaned trying to take off Rena's grip.

Rena, who was already horned, threw the woman's hand rough.

Prak! Unmitigated, the girl even directly slapped the woman's cheek venting all her anger.

"Lo don't know what, Papa I already have a family huh?! Basic ******!!" hardik Rena pointed out contemptuously.

The woman said nothing. Touching his cheek that felt very sore.

"Rena! Keep your attitude!" Wijaya was emotionally drained.

Rena clenched her lips tightly. He stared at the depraved man who was in fact his real father with a look full of hatred.

"Yes, you go home. I'll call later," said Wijaya without hesitating to touch the young woman's shoulder.

Rena turned her face away, holding all the tightness in her chest.

The affair, without a word immediately took his bag then passed leaving the room with a hasty step.

Just stay alone in the room. The father and son stared at each other in anger.

Prak!!

An unmitigated loud slap floated on Rena's cheek, followed by the sound of glasses bouncing violently onto the floor.

"It's so rude of you! How dare you intrude on Papa's privacy!" hardik Wijaya is no less emotional than Rena earlier.

"Privacy Papa said?" asked Rena nyalang, with hands touching the cheek that became a victim of violence from her father.

"Papa's aware of that? The privacy that Papa told me was the privacy that took away my happiness all along!"

"Rena! What happiness do you mean? You should be thankful!" Wijaya pointed at his girl. " What have you been lacking all this time? Luxury homes, luxury cars, Papa also always transfer your pocket money! You should be self-aware! If it wasn't for Papa's hard work, you wouldn't be able to live this well."

Hearing that expression, Rena directly threw her car keys to the bed violently.

"Pa," he said bitterly, "if I could have been born from what kind of family. I would have been born of both parents who were what they were but lived happily instead of being born into a family of Mama and Papa that was broken forever!" hardik Rena then ran away not strong enough to withstand all the pain that increasingly torment him.

"Rena!" call Vijaya full of anger, but then sat on the bed with clenched hands holding back emotions.

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The bridge was quite crowded as usual. Though the majority of the waiters are in the process of healing from injuries caused by brawl in the past day. But that's how they are. Going through the night without hanging out with friends is like an ambulance without uiui, said Kibo the poet.

Dio, Arsya, even Arka are not absent. Present in this nameless barrel. Enjoying coffee together, accompanied by a cigarette as a painkiller.

"Gue had met Daniel," I Arsya immediately seized the attention of all residents of tongkrongan.

"Seriously lo, Sya? You ain't nothing, are you, like that son of a bitch?" asked Bendon who was sitting next to the guy.

"Yes, it's not. Our guy's kind of."

"Crazy, you!" Bendon auto nyolot.

"Well, how do you keep seeing him?" Kibo mediates.

"Silaturahmi," answered Arsya suddenly displaying his prenuptials.

"God! I guess why," said Dio, the horny horn until pinching Arsya's cheeks.

"Eh, Yo! Sick tau!" Arsya tries to escape from Dio's pinch.

"Yeah ... Weak lo, yes. Cheek nyubit doang me. Not yet another nyubit," said Dio ambiguously, while removing his anxious pinch. Arsya only responded by singing a short lip.

"Ka, you're fine, aren't you?" arsya asked somewhat doubtfully, to Arka who sat not far in front of him.

"Fine why?"