The Children's Story 17

Barbies

Just as I finished getting ready, I heard Lita's impatient screams from outside my room.

"Non, hopefully, balloons? We are late! Pan shy or late on the first day of college."

"Yes.iya, I'm ready," I shouted back as I grabbed the bag and hurriedly stepped to the door. But don't forget I glanced back at my appearance on the glass. Thin makeup polish on the face, hairstyle, and clothes stellan that I wear. Because, I always remembered a question when I was leaving; 'Have you got it done?'

'Hm..apparently already pretty neat.' I thought amused myself.

After locking the door, I quickly stepped onto the terrace, where Lita - I can assure you - was waiting.

And it's true. The girl seemed to be shaking her legs in impatience. When he turned his head and looked at me, his lips were instantly manyuning,

"Yaelaaa! Appearance is cool. Serba pink's. But your blouse is."

I frowned looking down, at the blouse I was wearing, "What's wrong with my blouse?"

Lita chuckled while shaking her head. "What's a Barbie blouse anyway, Non? We're already college kids. Little grown-up, napa?"

The comment made me grin. The front of my blouse does have Barbie writing. And Lita must have been very upset since High School I was so crazy about 'the world' Barbie. From clothes, shoes, bags, even to dolls and Barbie-smelling trinkets, I have. I always try to style like a sweet and beautiful Barbie. From the hairstyle - I even once dyed my hair with blonde color - then clothes and supporting devices such as shoes, bags, scarves, hair clips, and so on. Because of my favorite, friends to call me Barbie. It's just that, after graduation and finally college, I tried to brake my craziness in looking like Barbie. But, when wearing a blouse that says Barbie just can't, anyway?

"Once in a while wear another blouse, napa? It has nothing to do with Barbie. Which is different reading, that is. Power of Love, cake... I'm mama's son, kek.. or 'What's looking?'." lita grumbled as she stepped out of the yard. I just grinned as I followed his steps.

"It's a matter of taste, Ta. Lha wong I like it this way," I muttered as my steps were aligned with my best friend's steps. We did walk to the campus, because the distance of our boarding house with the campus is not so far away.

"Yes, tau. But what's the boss, anyway Non? Do you want to wear any other clothes? Different model, is that it? Barbie's a child's world, it's time you left, or. It's time to look mature, dong Non! Occasionally look sexy rich J-Lo, napa?" ask Lita manyun.

I chuckle. "Want the fox appearance. But belom met the right moment!" reply relax.

"Jiaahh! Want to change the model must take care of the moment-momment everything? Not very, deh," said Lita shuddering.

I laughed at my best friend's behavior. But I actually told Lita's words as well. Three years I was wearing things that smell Barbie, maybe even now, after being a college child this is the right moment to change the taste in appearance. I've thought about it a few times, but my feelings of affection and love for Barbie's world always come back to stop my intentions. It's not that one wardrobe and all of its support devices all smell like that American dream girl that I feel sorry for leaving them all behind, but because I'm used to it - even very used to it - and feel comfortable with Barbie. But on the other hand, I also realized that my appearance could indeed be called childish because of the Barbie. Therefore, like getting enlightenment, I also intend in my heart to immediately take over my entire appearance to look more mature.

Suddenly I heard the voice of a man not far from me.

I was looking for the source of the sound. For I am sure that I am the one who is called. You see, out of so many college kids who went on that street, it seemed like I was the only one who looked like Barbie. So I must have been the one who was called earlier.

"Well, Barbie's confused, huh?" I heard that guy's voice again. I directly looked. It turned out that the sound was coming from behind the gate of the mansion right on my left. And when I saw a man smiling sweetly at me, I almost walked into the sewer in shock. That guy is so handsome. Just like Edward Cullen, my favorite vampire. Tall, brownish straight hair, eagle-sharp eyes, sharp nose, and lips look sexy when smiling and displaying a row of white and neat teeth.

"Miss! Whim! It's late!" Lita grabbed my wrist and pulled me across the street. I could only obey, while my gaze was still backward, towards the man standing behind the fence of his house, who was waving at me. I smiled, but could not reply to the man's hand because a public transport stopped right in the middle of our view.

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The first day of college was strange to me. One side, this is what I want. Can continue the level of education after SMU to my dream university, and learning by wearing free clothes. No more wearing uniforms. But, on the other hand, I even want to quickly go home so that I can go back through the road earlier. I want to go back to see that guy, who was very handsome. Well, because I do like handsome guys.

"God! Cengar-cengir himself rich people kambet!" lita's elbow to my arm made me hurriedly remove the trace of smile on my face.

"Guns, ah!" manyun. I didn't want to tell Lita about that guy. Afraid of getting stuck.

Lita just shook her head, then we both tried diligently to hear our first course.

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But honey. When I got home from college, Lita and I went back through the street, and past the mansion, I quietly glanced into the yard of the house through the cracks of the gate, but I did not see the guy. For some reason, my heart felt a little disappointed. But of course I don't let that feeling rule my heart. Because I believe I can meet again tomorrow. This afternoon, the guy was having some business outside the house. It might also be studying at another college, or sleeping in his room. So why should I be disappointed?

And so, optimistically, half-running I pursue the steps of Lita who is always in a rush of rich people pursued by demons. And the night, I went very long. The handsome face of that guy always crossed my mind. Her smile won't leave my eyes. I can't sleep well. Back and forth, exactly rich kasmaran people.

'Eh.' I flinched. The hell did I fall in love so fast? In just one look? Is there really love at first sight? I just don't believe it. Last time I had a girlfriend, in second grade High School, the preparation process was really long.

'Ah, this is not love. I'm just fascinated. That's it, nothing more!' I whispered as I closed my eyes.

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