The Stupid Barbie's
Cardiac Deguptum

"Eh, there's Rana. It's been a long time since I've been playing here" Rangga said when Rana and Sarah had just entered the kitchen area. The father-of-one was cleaning the swimming pool that was right behind the kitchen, bordered by transparent glass that very clearly displays the beautiful view of the backyard.

"Hehehe, just got here, Om. Om Rangga how to clean your own pool?" ask Rana for a little chat.

"Mumping holidays. Want to spend time at home. Counting can exercise a little. All aunt Sarah who is learning to cook," explained Rangga then exchanged a smile with his wife.

Rana should feel clumsy in a state of being a mosquito repellent like this, but the arrival of a man who was opening the refrigerator door immediately attracted his attention. The man took a bottle from the refrigerator, then opened the lid indifferently.

Gleck....

Rana's breath seemed to have stopped. Forced salivation. His eyes could not be seen the lump on Arka's front neck that somehow made him curious to touch it.

"Ra?" Sarah called the girl slowly, with a stifled smile realizing who Rana was looking at.

There was no response or response from the girl.

Arka who had finished sipping mineral water, then turned her head. Replying to the gaze of the girl he had realized while looking at him earlier.

"Where!" Sarah repeated her call with her hand touching the owner's shoulder.

"Eh, yes, Tan?" rana answered immediately looking back.

"What are we cooking today?" sarah asked with a stifled smile.

After being satisfied to see Rana's expression, Arka turned her face away. Also smile. Close the refrigerator door and leave the kitchen area.

"Buck!!"

Just as the man stepped up, his name was already shouted by the father.

"Yes, Pa?" sahut Arka turned the body.

"From you idle unclear, mending you here help Papa!"

"Yes, Pa!" The man then passed by to his father who was holding a pool cleaning net.

"What cooking, Tan? Rana was confused," said Rana sitting propping up her chin.

"Hmm .. You are confused. Especially Auntie," said Sarah with the same position as Rana.

"What does aunt want her to cook?" ask Rana.

"Don't know. What's your favorite food, Ra?"

"Jengkol stew," answered Rana innocently.

Hearing Rana's reply, Arka's stepmother just stood up from her seat. With small steps she ran towards her husband.

"Mas, I'm shopping, yuk!" take Sarah out of her husband's hand.

"Well, isn't yesterday Bik Ijah about shopping?" asked Rangga while putting the cleaning tools.

"Today I want to learn to cook Rana's favorite food, but the material yesterday did not buy the same Bik Ijah."

"What is Rana's favorite dish?"

"Jengkol stew."

Rangga frowned, Arka also frowned, then threw a look of wonder at the girl who was sitting quietly in the kitchen chair.

Feeling stared at in astonishment, Rana turned her face away from Arka's gaze. Then scratch his non-itchy nape. What's wrong with her?

Minutes since the departure of Aunt Sarah and Om Rangga, Rana joined once. The Ark house is huge. He didn't know who was in it, but it felt like he was alone with that cold guy.

The empty dining table looks like there is only a basket of fruits. Then he opened the refrigerator. In it there are only raw vegetables and a few bottles of mineral water.

His gaze then focused on Arka who was focusing on doing the task of her father. He took his phone out of the small bag he was carrying.

His fingers are agile looking for a contact that Vira sent some time ago. At that time he had just changed his WA number, so he asked his friend to send him some important numbers to fill in his empty contact list. And I don't know what Vira thinks until the friend sends Arka contacts as well.

The guy is still focused on his activities. But then he felt a shiver in one of his pants pockets. He took out his phone to check what the notification was. It was a message from an unknown number.

+628....

The ka?

Arka frowning. But then his gaze fell on a girl sitting grimacingly staring at him, with a cell phone he held in both hands.

^^^^^^

There is no food at home?

^^^^^^

^^^Why?^^^

^^^Lo laper?^^^

Have breakfast?

Reading a message from Rana, Arka then glanced at the girl again. Then without thinking the length directly presses the call button.

Gundul-gundul....

Once Keget got a phone call from Arka, Rana spontaneously refused the call. Then, he buried his head on the table. Feeling ashamed to even see Arka.

Seeing Rana's behavior, the old-fashioned guy couldn't avoid not developing a smile. Then, his fingers typed in a short message replying to the girl's question.

^^^^^^

^^^But.^^^

Aunt Sarah looks like she's a long time old. What do I want to masakin?

^^^^^^

^^^No need.^^^

After replying to Rana's last chat, Arka reinserts her phone to where it came from. Then indifferently continued his work.

Reading the reply chat from Arka, Rana pursed her lips looking at the guy who had returned to do his job. But then he stood up from his seat. Unable to do what he meant.

Opening the refrigerator door. Think for a moment what food Arka might like. Hmm ... This time, yes, his mind took a bunch of vegetables from the refrigerator. And as soon as then the girl began to do her job agilely.

"Na na na na..," while concocting the condiments, the little girl hummed ria. Not far from him, in the backyard of the house, a guy glanced at a glance then the corner of his lips slightly raised.

Rana frowned as she opened the place where the salt that turned out to be empty was leaping. Looks like Aunt Sarah's maid forgot to refill the salt bin. The drakor girl finally decided to send a message to Arka again.

Ark 👿

^^^^^^

^^^Ka?^^^

??

^^^^^^

^^Garamnya abis.^^^

Dissolved.

Top shelf.

Rana then put her phone on the table. While thinking deeply, Yes. although Arka answered a very short chat, fortunately he was not slow response. His gaze then focused on the place referred to by Arka. Looking up at the closet. While thinking about how he took the stock of salt he needed.

His hands ruffled his waist for a moment. Then switch to holding a chair from the dining table to the cupboard where the salt he is looking for is located. Without hesitation, the little girl directly climbed onto the chair. Hoping to reach the rack door that he thinks is very high.

"Huh! That's really high!" gerutu Rana on tiptoes. Trying to open the door.

"IIih ... How is it?!" without a second thought, the girl even immediately jumped the salt horn.

"Eh, uh, how?! .... Tolls...." Unable to reach the rack door, his body just staggered to the side.

Bugs!

Fortunately, someone swiftly caught his body.

In a very disturbing position, with legs still resting on a sloping chair, the two high school-aged teenagers looked at each other. No words said. Only*******breaths that seem to stop and heartbeats that are getting out of control.

"Congratulations?"

Arka who was surprised to hear his name called, spontaneously just let go of Rana's body.

Bruaks! The sound of Rana's body that had already fallen was fateful.

"Aw!" the girl touched her beloved waist. Then set his eyes on Aunt Sarah and Om Rangga who stood with their mouths agape as if they had seen ghosts and such.