The Stupid Barbie's
Trapped

At his desk, the man looked at a box in front of him. It looks very shabby because he found the box lying helplessly among a pile of useless garbage.

Opens the box slowly, so that it displays his jacket folded neatly. Arka then narrowed the two neutrals. Not because of his jacket of course, but an origami paper heart-shaped, identical color morning sun, lying just on top of his jacket. Reminds him of the paper the day before.

He took the paper and read it by hand on it. The corner of his lips lifted, his gaze then shifted to the image of himself he found on his desk, just after the break. It has been framed beautifully, lined up neatly with photos of him that had previously been hanging on his study table.

His gaze shifted again, on the painting of a woman displayed on the wall of his room. He sighed. If only his mother were still by his side, would his life still feel this quiet?

He took his cell phone lying on the table. Long enough the guy stared at the chat homepage, but finally his fingers pressed the chat from a girl he let alone as much as yesterday.

His lips smiled again. Even so, quickly type a short reply to the chat. And. send.

But I don't know what the only child of the Airlangga family thought, so it immediately pressed the power button of his phone after the message ticked one status.

He ruffled his hair in frustration. Like being struggling with yourself. Then he buried his head on the table.

...💕...

Rana was busy painting portraits of her friends, with her feet standing on the stairs to increase the reach of her tiny hands. But then he felt a shiver in his pocket. His phone may be rumbling. The girl finally decided to check her phone first.

Arkanya Rana😜

Hitherto.

"Yeah!!" Rana jumps for joy, then ...

Bruak!!

Again the girl fell down the stairs, with a body splashed with colorful paint. But strangely, the girl immediately stood up and jumped up and down in excitement again. Quite four letters from Arka, it can make the girl feel no pain at all. Love is magical.

...💕...

In the spacious room full of books, Nada was busy doing the task given by Ms. Irma after school earlier. Not only tidying up the book, the girl also occasionally read books touched by her fingers. In his favorite relaxing music, the girl forgot time. I don't know how long he's been here. It seems that he does not care about the time that goes on.

Silent.

Tone checked his phone. It turned out that the high IQ inanimate object had run out of power. He then put the object in his bag, and did not hesitate to get absorbed in his activities.

Pet! Suddenly the lights were turned off. Makes the library immeasurably dark.

The furthest tone, spontaneously dropped the book in his hand. Frightened, he began to touch the wall around him. Trying to walk even though he himself is not sure of the direction.

"Sir Uus!" the girl shouted, feeling the shakes all over her body.

There's no answer.

Still frightened, Nada tried to walk towards the library door which was located quite far away. Both of his hands continued to palpate the trembling wall.

Breathing slowly, trying to calm down. His hand began to reach for the door. A little more, Nad. Little more.

Grek!

...💕...

In a simple living room chair, a father sat down lethargic, staring at the cup of coffee before him without passion for life.

"Where is it, Mom?" ask the father to his wife who is chopping fruit for sale tomorrow. "Then the clock has not come home" said the father again, setting his eyes on the old wall clock displayed on the wall of his house. It's showing at 08:30. Not usually Nada has not come home at this late hour.

"Yes yes, sir. Did he go to his house or what? Kok did not say the same Ibuk," said Mrs Ratih, turning to her husband.

"Try his friend's phone, Buk. Who knows, he really wants to stay at his house," suggested the father, given the closeness of Nada with his friends, who are all konglo children.

"Yes, Sir. I just want to call Vira," said Mrs Ratih then walked to the table, where she put her old cell phone.

...💕...

The spacious room full of chairs contained seventeen-something young men. Someone came with his friends. Some come with their partners. With a dim light, sit quietly enjoying a movie that is currently trending.

Vira is one of them. With his head leaning against the shoulder of the guy next to him, as well as the hand hugging the boy's stocky arm, Vira enjoys romantic comedy, her favorite genre.

Fino, the guy sitting next to Vira, caresses the shoots of Vira's friendly head, causing a smile on Vira's lips. Who is acting in a movie, anyway? Himself, or the actress who played in the movie he watched? the chuckle in the heart.

Dred...

As fun as it is, Vira's phone just vibrates continuously, making her want to not check the object.

"Hello, Ma?" greet Vira to Bu Ratih at the end there, of course giving the best response he can.

"Well, you're not the same as Vira, Mom. Vira first," said Vira again. There was a slight concern about the color of his face.

"Oh yes, Mom, later let Vira ask each other," said the girl then ended her phone.

"Who, Yang?" ask Fino to know.

"My name is my friend" replied Vira, then pressed the call button on Rena's number.

"The number you are heading to is not .. bla bla bla," said a woman sourced from a mobile phone, no matter whose name.

Vira sighed, but then her two eyes were rounded. His fingers immediately searched with agile number of a man.

...💕...

"Eh, Bro, Bro!" said Dio suddenly, attract the attention of all residents of tongkrongan, also stop Arsya who was engrossed with the guitar in his hand. "Gue there is new gossip" said the man later, looking very serious with his delivery.

"Heh, Yo!" call Arsya more suddenly. "Loo ... really like Vira the Queen of Gossip, huh?" arsya asked, squinting both eyes full of probing.

"Buckoo! Ngawur lo!" hardik Dio, again making Kibo's hello kitty doll a victim, floated far right on Arsya's face.

"Yaa .. abisnya lo niruin him anyway. Like bringing the latest gossip," explained Arsya, while taking a Kibo doll that fell ill on the floor. "Ooo.. cup, cup, cup, cup" said the man then, hugging a hello kitty doll like a child kind of kindergarten two, TK, grimacing towards the owner who previously pursed his lips as his favorite doll was always an emotional outlet in the barrel full of creatures of this curse.

"What rumors?" kepo Bendon's soul has thrashed.