The Stupid Barbie's

The Stupid Barbie's
Between the Two Fires


"Ra, you really don't papa, do you?" daniel asked the little girl sitting next to him, looking up to observe the stars from the front garden of the girl's yard.


"What is papa? Niel nanya like Rana want to die aja," kekeh Rana on the guy next to her. It was late and he was always happy to talk to Daniel.


"No, not that. At school, Rana's fine, right?" Daniel clarified the question. There was a twinkle of worry in his eyes.


"Hhh, now Niel nanya instead like Mami," kekeh Rana again.


"Raa..," lamented Daniel looking at Rana lazily. It's hard for this girl to be taken seriously.


"Yeah... Rana is good, really good even," said Rana carved her beautiful smile.


"Related?" ask Daniel again.


"Related. Anyway, now Rana has found out who the guy that Rana has to fight," said Rana clearly. It was as if he did not care what Daniel would feel after his words just now.


...💕...


The atmosphere in the room was still too quiet. There was only the ticking of the wall clock and the sound of one or two students milling around outside the classroom. The room was also still a mess: dust, dirt, and paper waste splattered under desks and chairs that were completely untidy. Yeah, that classroom hasn't been picketed yet.


Kreeks...


A girl who was one of the occupants of the class, had just entered the room. Be the first student to leave this morning.


The girl walked to her seat, and immediately put her school bag on it. Why did he come so early?


He sat quietly in class alone. So, he was about to set foot towards the classroom door to get out, but somehow a paper lying helplessly under the floor and seemingly squeezed out was left, suddenly attracting his attention.


The paper was then opened slowly. Observe it at a glance, then put the paper in his bag.


...💕...


In a car, with a driver in his 40s, a girl smiled cheerfully with a box full of decorations in her hands. Today the mission has officially begun. Be the most ardent man on this earth.


He's grown up, if he wants something, then he has to fight for it. Not just waiting for a stroke of luck, Arka suddenly reciprocates her feelings. Live hard, Bro!!


"Thank you, Mr. Budi," said the girl after getting out of her car, still complete with a cheerful smile that always faithfully nangkring on her cute and beautiful face.


"Ready, Non," Mr. Budi gave a respectful attitude as usual. "Let's be picked up again, won't you?" tanyanya.


"Emm .. Yes, Rana will call, sir," she replied, then exclaimed, "Well, Mr. Budi!"


After saying goodbye to the driver, the girl immediately ran towards the school parking lot, leaving Pak Budi who could only shake his head with the behavior of his employer.


The girl's smile grew more and more, then she shouted cheerfully knowing the guy she was looking for was already in school. His steps again ran small gleefully, about to go to the place where maybe the guy was.


It didn't take long, he had already reached his destination. His head held back to make sure this was an Arka classroom. 12 IPA 3. Is correct. So without thinking long, he immediately stepped foot into the classroom.


Just a few steps, he stopped. Look at a guy who is busy with a book and pen in his hand. This afternoon, alone in the classroom, I don't know what to do. And one more, ... Arka looks very handsome.


"Ka," he said, complete with a beautiful smile that he offered for free. Of course hope Arka also retaliates with the same thing.


Hearing someone call out to him, the guy stopped his hand which had been so engrossed in numbers. He then straightened his gaze, finding a girl smiling cheerfully at him, with an ornate box in both hands.


"Well, why are you here? The cave no longer wants to be disturbed" said the man coldly expressionless.


"Morning don't get angry at me, Ka." Although Arka's response was so cynical, the girl was still with a carefree smile, stepping her feet towards the seat of the guy she liked.


"Gua said, the cave does not want to be disturbed," ketus Arka once again, stood up from his seat and then took two steps forward towards Rana.


"Rana doesn't want to bother. Rana just wants to turn around Arka's jacket," Rana explained, thrusting the box he was carrying.


Arka looks at the box for a moment, then turns on Rana's sweet smiling face, but she then turns her face away again, finding the arrival of a guy on the doorstep of the class.


"Sorry Rana just turned back now, because Rana made the box first," I Rana plain, unshakably displaying a series of teeth neatly arranged.


Arka turned her eyes back to the girl in front of her, her hands then received the box that Rana was thrusting.


Rana lowered her hand, looking at the guy in front of her happily. Refraining from yelling as loud as possible because of kebaperan.


"Gue told you, I don't want to be bothered anymore," said the old man flat, stepping towards the door and... Bruk!! Easily, he threw away the box that Rana had just given him in the trash. It was as if that item was an unlucky carrier item that required itself to act that way.


"Did?!!" The king who was as cool as he was just silently observing, suddenly spoke up. There was a turmoil that began to creep and control him.


"Why? Don't you like it?" ketus Arka, with flashes of hostility.


Glek, Rana gulped her saliva sliced. Did you know that being treated like this really hurts?


"That's crazy, Ka!" said the King then approached Rana and grabbed the girl's hand. "Come, Ra! People like gini don't pantes you fight." The guy then pulls Rana in his footsteps, leaving Arka alone in the classroom.


"Ja, but I .. no papa," said Rana still looking back, looking at the Arka and King class. He wanted to go back, ran there, and told Arka that he really accepted his treatment, but he knew it was crazy.


"Lo no papa, I can't see you digituin!" The king emphasized each word, as if wanting Rana to understand something else.


In class, Arka breathed rough, ruffling her hair completely frustrated. He then stepped onto his seat, looking at a heart-shaped origami paper, with both hands resting on his study table.