The Stupid Barbie's
Water Stabbed

"Na na na naaa..," the humming of a woman in an au manner, with a position on the stairs, was painting the face of a man, and the, interspersed glanced towards a Jins jacket that he hung in front of his closet.

Right now, inside his brain was only filled with that guy's face. Her hair, her eyebrows, her fierce eyes, her jaw, her lips, ah! Anyway, everything about that guy. And all the wonderful things that happened on Sunday morning.

Kreeks....

Bruaks! The jedar! Jeder!

As fun as Rana paints, the sound of the door opening alone can be very surprising. Make it fall into the meter with a face full of wall paint everywhere.

"Mi?" he said, rubbing paint on his forehead, even though it had no effect.

"Where?" Puspa approached his son. Although he felt sorry, he wanted to laugh. "Can we do it?" ask with both corners of the lips that have been lifted.

"Mami anyway, ngagetin Rana," Rana's murmur stood up, then looked at her state from the mirror reflection. It's like a colorful sweet cake.

"Hhh, you are too cool to paint. Uh, like Mami's no stranger, same as your painting." Puspa observed the work of his son who was still not completed.

"Hehehe," Rana's prenges scratched his head. "Mommy keep secrets, yes," he said later.

"Hm ... Yes, yes. Mami will not tell Aunt Sarah," said Puspa chuckled.

"Yes, you go on. But at eight o'clock at night Mami and Papa want to visit Mr. Kusma's house. You should come along. So, before eight, you have to be ready, yeah ...."

"Ready, Mi!" rana exclaimed her two thumbs.

...💕...

Pak Kusma's House

The laughter of Mr. Kusma boomed in the living room of the house, followed by the laughter of his guests who used to be his favorite students.

"Hahaha, another time come visit here again, Cip. It has been a long time since I have seen each other. Isn't that right, Mom?" Kusma touched the back of his wife's hand.

"Yes. Biases, Sir. If the student has been successful and busy with work, it is certain to forget the teacher," said Pak Kusma's wife then chuckled.

"Hhh, of course not so, sir. Perhaps a student forgets the merits of his teacher. It's just that I have this busyness and so on. And Rana's work at school turned out to have benefits as well, so that we who have not visited for a long time, finally visited too."

Rana turned her face. Lazy listening to his father's babble. Your bald benefits are palpable! he swore in his heart.

"Hahaha, it's okay, Cip. His name is also children. The brawl is no stranger to them. Anyway, if you see the face of Rana who is very beautiful like her mother, I am not surprised if it becomes a struggle."

Shutter lowered his head inside. I want it to feel like he stuffed the mouths of these two chatty men. Who wants to be a snare?! hard in the heart again.

Chat after chat passed, until the clock showed at 10:35. The chatter of the men who were either discussing anything. Puspa and Pak Kusma's wife only listened and occasionally chimed in on their conversation.

"No, it's not like it's night, sir. We and our family want to leave first," said Cipto glanced at the clock in his hand. "Ma, tell Mr. Budi to bring his goods here," he said again to Puspa who sat beside him. Puspa does not need the repetition of the command immediately stand up from his seat.

" Loh, really spit, chip," said Mr. Kusma.

"Hahaha,, change, sir. We'll come back here sometime." Cipto stood up from his seat, along with the entry of Pak Budi who carried a large parcel of cooking equipment.

"Duh, I'm bothering you all, Cip."

"Well, Rana, just shut up, Cip?" asked Pak Kusma's wife to observe Rana sitting with her head lowered.

"Groook .. groook ...."

...💕...

The night is late. The guy can just go out to his barrel which is usually at hours like this is still crowded, can also play online games until the morning, too, or you can also do math and physics problems like his habit when he was joining. But the guy prefers to lay down on a glass-roofed balcony in his house. Staring at the dark night sky alone, with a star decoration that is at least seems to be counted even using only fingers.

Right now, he is struggling with himself. Trying to control his heart so as not to go too far to break the promises he made himself in the past.

Interfering in the affairs of Rana Puspakarina was a big mistake, and liking her was an absolute ban. He can't be a dumb guy, by loving the kind of woman Rana is. He should stay away from her. That was if he wanted to protect his dying heart.

...💕...

The girl suddenly opened her eyes wide. His smile immediately flashed. A moment later, he had already jumped up and stood on his bed.

The sun is still hiding, Rana who is usually still asleep unconscious, now has installment do not know time is still early.

Rana jumped again, getting off her bed. His smile grew even more when he glanced at the face of Arka who remained handsome even though the painting was not fully finished. The girl ran happily to the bathroom. Then clean up while singing all the cheerful songs he memorized.

"Haw!" Hearing the noise, Dhira awoke from her sleep. Then, no hesitation in getting off his bed. "Surely the voice of Rana," he growled to open the door of her brother's room.

"The water is broken into...."

Dhira rubbed his eyes. Tumben once his brother has woken up at this hour. And what makes him more surprised is, the painting of a man who plastered huge on the wall of his brother's room. The new feeling of breaking up, his mind shook in wonder.

"Many fish are small on mabok...."

Dog dog dog dog!

"The water trade ...."

Kreeks!

"aaa! Aaa! Aaa! Help u! There's a pervert!" rana shouted shut the bathroom door in a hurry. "Dhiraaa! Don't be naughty, I'll tell you Mami!" threatening Rana shouted from within.

"Tell me," said Dhira then passed by leaving her sister's room.

Kreek.., not long after Dhira's departure from the room, Rana came out of the bath. Wearing a bathrobe with a towel wrapped his hair that had been shampooed.

"Well, where's that kid?" said Rana closed the bathroom door again, then sat in front of her dressing table.

Dredd. The girl grabbed that thing immediately. Very excited. Eyes sparkling. But then he breathed a disappointed breath. It turned out to be a message from his group and his three friends.

Not Widow Flower 😜😜

@Miss_Fashinable

Gaes, Sorry.

I can't pick it up.