The Stupid Barbie's
The Cold Silence
Duh, so shy. How Arka's room is neater than my room anyway, Inner Rana down every detail of the spacious room. Study tables and neatly arranged book places. Also the clean walls clear like without glass. Hehe.
"Yes yes, Ra, Aunt lives first" said Sarah touching the shoulder of the girl who was sitting on the edge of her child's bed.
"Oh .. yes, Tan," said Rana in response. But then, continue the activity again.
In his place, Arka who was sitting leaning against the bed wall also continued to observe the girl. He was questioning, why would Rana bother him like this? He was busy looking at the walls of his room.
"Ra," call her smooth.
Rana was busy observing.
"Ra," he called even louder.
"Carca!" Rana suddenly screamed, pointing at a figura that she had just noticed her presence.
"Why?" tanya Arka slightly gasped. He was grateful because he had no history of heart disease.
"That's not Rana's picture, is it?" rana asked while affirming the item in question by grabbing the picture with her hand.
"Owh. Who else is it?" replied Arka curling her smile.
"Arka .. kok coocwiit very cih. Kirain was thrown away" said Rana made as much as possible.
"It is impossible. It's a good picture," he said.
Hearing the compliment from the guy, Rana could not hide the smile and red hue on her cheek.
"Sayang Arkaa," he said imitating the style of Upin Ipin, as well as hugging the man tightly. For his work, it is not necessary to praise everyone if praise from Arka alone is enough to make him fly like today.
"In the past, my late home was also fond of painting," said Arka while stroking the long hair of the girl in her arms.
Rana. Realizing the hue of sadness on the look on the man's face.
"Yes, Sure." Arka smiled looking at Rana's bead eyes.
Like enjoying the afternoon. Also look at the flower that finally blooms after buds for days. Looking at each other with someone we like is fun, right? That's how Rana feels right now. But, he suddenly recalled one thing, thus making his smile fade away.
"Why, Ra?" tanya Arka noticed a drastic change in Rana's expression.
Rana was fond of what she was about to say. Release his embrace from Arka's body, then lowered his head. Still hesitant to say it.
"Why, Ra? What's the problem?" tanya Arka touched the back of the little girl's hand.
"Rana wants something from Arka," said Rana after convincing himself.
"Ask what?" Arka prepared to listen well. Get up from its position.
"Rana want ... Arka nyoba nerima Aunty Sarah ..." The girl stopped her words. Staring at the iris Arka lekat. Trying to figure out what the guy is currently thinking. "... As Arka's mother," she continued.
Hearing the request that Rana had just expressed, the guy's gaze cheered. Then turned his face away from his pity. No, no, he's not willing to do it. It's just that, for him, this isn't as easy as turning a hand. Not just heavy, but impossible.
Realizing Arka's not-so-good response, Rana lowered her head in silence. He should have been ordinary because this was a personal matter of the Arka family. Rejected, it's okay. After all, he has no rights.
But why does he feel pain?
He stared at Arka's hand that was still touching the back of his hand. Feels cold. Like the current mood.
Tok tok....
The sound of the door being knocked not too hard broke the silence in the room. Rana quickly got up from her seat to open the door.
"Rana opened the door first" he said before passing towards the door leaving Arka who had looked at him, but was still in a state of silence.