The Stupid Barbie's
Who Am I?

In the teacher's room, a second-year student walked in with a scowling face irritated once, with a paper in her hand. How is it not so bad? The results of his Indonesian replicas that were shared last day did not satisfy his heart at all. Plus the perfect value obtained by a rival geeky girl. Since when in language lessons is there a perfect score?

"Mom, I want to protest," said Bella to face Ms. Irma, an Indonesian teacher.

Ms. Irma sighed for a moment, then turned all her attention to the disciple before her. What other trials are these? Yesterday there was a Rana that somehow the story could be worth the empty hopping. And now ...

Huft..the experiment of teaching ABGs turned out to be quite tiring.

"Results of what?" asked the woman, a little lazy to respond.

"I don't accept that yesterday's repetition of Nada dapet hundred, Mom," explained the girl straightforwardly. "While I've got ninety-nine, I've got," he continued, then handed over the paper he was carrying.

"If Nada gets a hundred, and you get ninety-nine, what's the problem?" asked Ms. Irma, trying to respond patiently. This early in the morning he had to be faced with this kind of ignorant disciple.

"Yeah... I can't choose you dong! Don't mind Nada who is usually champion one, while I am only in second position, when our values are the same, Mother then add value to Nada," explained Bella at length, full of emphasis.

"Bella!" Ms. Irma who had already risen in tension, immediately stood up from her seat. Making all the teachers who were in the room focus on the two.

"Since When have I chosen love? And who said that your grades and tone are actually the same? Your answer is good, but not as good as Nada's. If you really want to beat Nada in a ranking position, then you must be more active in learning. Not just blaming others at will," at length Ms. Irma let out all her emotions. While the student he was omeli, now it is silent a thousand languages. One hundred and ninety degrees was completely different from when that disciple had just entered the master room earlier.

"Some, yes it is up to me, want to give your value how much. Anyway, I'm his teacher. What right do you have to regulate me?" nagging Ms. Irma again, then sitting back down. Nonchalant with the gazes of everyone in the teacher room.

Bella bit her lower lip, grumbling inwardly. "I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, then passed by from the presence of Ms. Irma, without waiting for an answer from the teacher.

Prok prok prok!!

Just as her feet stepped out of the teacher's door, the girl stopped her feet, then turned to the origin of the clapping sound just now.

"Gee, cool! Just because you lose one number to me, you bother to do me like gini," said Rena, putting both hands in front of the chest. Staring at Bella with a look of dislike.

"Eh, you take care of your business. Baru .. aja has a level of Tone you already proud. Realize, Ren, he's just a parking boy!" bella's scorn crossed the line.

"Dragon's talking! Surely dong, I am proud to have a friend like him. His brain is watered and he doesn't like to be arbitrary."

"Oh yeah? If the same temen lo that ... lo also proud?" Bella sets her sights on a little girl who is walking towards them, joining a boy who she definitely knows her name.

Rena turned her gaze to follow Bella's gaze. His lips that had wanted to berate the girl in front of him, were now tightly clenched. Silence of a thousand languages.

"Yes, Ren, I'll unplug it first. But I'm sure, have a very beautiful theme that is not good, especially if the brain mines," nyinyir Bella then just passed by, leaving Rena with a sense of jealousy in her heart.

"Rey, look at it, you're early in the morning already wandering," said the King after he and Rana arrived in front of the girl who was spoken to.

"Hhh,, tumben lo dateng morning, Ra," Rena responded smilingly. However, his eyes can not be separated from the observation of Rana's hand which is still mocked by the man he likes.

"Hehehe, yes dong. Today, my mission officially begins." Rana pulls her hand from the hand of the King, then turns to embrace his best friend's shoulder. Not at all aware of the jealousy of the girl, also the jealousy of a man who was with them.

...💕...

The shadow of yesterday's events the more seconds recorded clearly knowing the mind of his mind. It makes him completely unfocused on doing all his work..

He worries. Nothing happened to Vira. He was also worried, worried that his little Vira would be forcibly snatched from his arms.

Long weighing, Zein finally opened his phone. Seeking Vira's contact later, though hesitantly hesitating, he pressed the call button.

...💕...

The Bu Ratih Canteen

The girl checked her phone screen, then "Huh..," let out a slow breath, after just pulling it too.

"Who, Vir?" Rena asked, while the other two of them were busy stealing glances at the square where Arka and friends used to gather. The other looked for a silent look, and the other was blatantly confused because he never found the guy he was looking for.

"Sir Zein," replied Vira briefly, then picked up the phone from a neighbor next to her house.

"The spir? Hello?" said Brother Zein on the other end.

"Yes, Brother," Vira lazily replied.

"Vir, I'm sorry Brother Zein has a problem."

"Yes, sister, no problem. Just relax," replied Vira sounding lightly. Very plate.

"Emm .. You're not angry, are you, Brother Zein?" zein asked, still hesitant with the answer that Vira revealed.

"No. Em.. sorry, sister, Vira matiin first, yes. Vira still has business" said Vira immediately then immediately ended the phone call without waiting for a response from Kak Zein.

"Tumben. So cute again. Usually it's spoiled lo, if the same Kak Zein," said Rena after sipping the drink order.

"Well, who's spoiled? Yes spoiled times the same girlfriend people," said Vira then put her phone just on the table.

"What?! The real one, Vir?" Rana also chimed, although still confused to find the existence of an Arka that is not at all nongol in the barrel.

"Yep! Why do I boong?"

"How do you want to?" ask Nada.

"Yes how? Who am I?" vira sounded resigned. "Udah deh ah, do not need to discuss Brother Zein. I want to focus on my farm business," kekehnya later.

"Basic to you, Vir," said Nada.

"Eh Nad, what's that kid? I think I want to nyamperin elo deh," said Vira, his gaze was on a guy who was walking towards their table, complete with a stubborn impression that was always emitted by the guy.