The Stupid Barbie's
Wrestling With Selfishness
The seconds had passed for so long since the girl's departure. The clock shows the time. Three hours after the woman, Aunt Sarah, told her that Rana had come home and just left her a greeting. That'sallthatis. Just a wordless greeting.
Rana Angry? Or, the girl was only silent for a while? I don't know. But, this feels so uncomfortable.
And strangely, though he was deeply disturbed by this silence, he still did not contact the girl. Either selfishness or because he cannot face awkwardness. What he was doing was sitting with a drawing book and pencil in his hand.
With his mind clouding, he drew on the book as it came from. He kept on scraping pencils. Describe the atmosphere that occurred in this room a few hours ago.
Awkwardly, the finish is in the bottom corner of the picture. He threw the book next to her.
Faced with choices like this. He was not used to apologizing, let alone pleading. And about accepting aunt Sarah .. could she do it for Rana?
...💕...
Still in the same mood. It may be worse or worse than before. That guy didn't send him a message at all or was also the cause of his phone ringing tonight.
He hates waiting. He was feeling angry, but he also felt unfamiliar with this cold. So, what should he do? To vent anger and longing simultaneously, how?
Rana stared at her phone lying on the table. Actually, it doesn't take much effort to send a message to the guy. But, he can't.
Whose fault is this really? He doesn't know. Who should apologize first? I don't know. But his female instinct says that this time he should be the one to fight for.
"Sir Rana!" call Dhira suddenly lowered her head from behind the door of Rana's room.
Rana just turned her head and flashed her tan mark with a chin gesture.
"Told down with papa. Below is Rana's friend."
"Yes," Dhira replied then passed.
Not directly down to obey his father's orders, Rana first checked his appearance in the mirror. Do not forget to also put on a little powder and tidy his hair. Also ... a little spread on his lips.
Arka's here all the way. So, he should not look disappointed, he said then passed out of the room and down the stairs of his house to the living room.
But, just as he was halfway up the stairs leading to the living room, his eyes twinkle instantly faded. It turned out that the King, not Arka, lamented in a disappointed heart.
Anyway, it's his own fault. Dhira just didn't say which friend this is. After all, where perhaps Arka, exhausted and wounded, willingly came to his house only to put an end to the awkwardness that had no pretext whatsoever.
"Hi, Ra! You're not papa, are you?" greet the King after Rana approaches the guy.
"No papa, really," answered Rana sitting on the sofa.
"Yes already. Om enter first yes, Ja," said Cipto rise from his seat.
"Yes, Om," answered the smiling King.
"In the group again rame talked about the incident you had this afternoon, Ra. That's why I know. But, you really don't papa, do you?" ask the king to make sure he returns.
"Yes ... you can see for yourself, right? My limbs intact is not lacking anything," said Rana reassured. "Somehow, it has been helped also by Arka and Daniel," explained Rana again.
"You ... dating?" Unstoppably, the question presented itself from the lips of the King. Questions he had long kept.
Rana instantly fell silent flat. It's not enough of himself to ask that question now. The king asked him too.