The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 18'S

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This Sunday morning was a little different. Sari and Sofyan were already preparing on their respective benches. Arga came down from the second floor of the house wearing only knee-length training pants with sleeveless t-shirts and home slippers of a million people. The hair is still disheveled and the face is doomed to wake up however, it does not reduce the level of good looks on his face.

"Finally down is also opa's favorite. Here's opa's hug first!" Sofyan stood up to welcome Arga.

"Opa. When's it?" asked Arga when she took off the opa hug.

"Former body." Sofyan sat down again and Arga too.

"Why don't you call Arga, Opa?"

"Opa don't want to bother Arga. There was Deri, who had been quick to pick up Opa "Sofyan mentioning driver Oma Sari.

Arga glanced at Oma Sari who was ready to get rice for opa.

"So much, Ma," said Opa.

"This is also as usual, Pa," said Oma Sari.

Seeing the interaction of Oma and opa that is so harmonious also get along well makes the corner of his heart ache considering both parents. Papa who is very dear to him must live alone unaccompanied, his life is only struggling with a myriad of jobs. For years, papa had only befriended Zidan, his driver and personal assistant who had been extremely loyal. Even Arga already thought of him as his own brother.

Living successfully and successfully with business, Papa is so very lonely. However, if the work is a little stingy, he always took the time to go home to meet Arga and his mother, Oma Sari. While the Opa sometimes went out of town just to take care of cattle farms and beef processing companies in his native village. Although it has entrusted the farm along with the business of grinding cattle and processed beef, Opa would rather if reviewing his own company.

About mama, silent yesterday Arga tried to find information about the person who had conceived it. Quite easy actually, because mama is a public figure who often transverse on the glass screen. Yes, just by looking at her through the screen and her acting skills Arga can take off her longing.

“Arga” Call from Opa diverts his daydream from the figure he calls it.

“Iya Opa,"

“Young people, really, Sunday nighting. Don't you have a girl in school, Hm?” opa Canda.

Arga was unmoved, however, for some reason suddenly flashed a surprised face of Miana yesterday, so very funny and innocent. Unknowingly, making the corners of his lips pulsate remembering her. 'Whatever yes, he is, ' Inner Arga.

Arga gasped in response to Opa's casual joke. ”Opa, the girl makes it complicated,” replied Arga.

“Lho. Make no mistake, Arga. Without girls too, colorless world,” Oma chimed in. Not forgetting the cynical glances but still smiling smirk that unsheathed Arga and Opa alternately.

“Why. The oma? Opa don't follow, you know!” Opa held back a laugh seeing his wife seriously responding to his joke.

"Opa must have had a lot of girls, yeah!" Arga returned to action, by igniting the attention of Oma.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. Gini-gini, Opa used to be a college idol, loh," Opa raised his collar displaying his snob.

"Hmm, the coke is kumat," said Oma. Put a glass of water in front of Opa.

“Opa! it must be the first love of Opa if the smiles are so. Hayyo Ngaku!” Arga voiced his ignorance.

Opa chuckles. "First, Opa had a lot of girls. So many, Opa forgot to mispronounce the name,"

It makes Oma even more anxious but, still meet. “It's grandchild, same Opa, same. Make Oma sprains, Yes.” Oma fed a spoonful of fried chicken rice, diverting the annoyance but still smiling because it was just a joke.

Opa was surprised as he pushed his glasses that almost sagged. “Oma. First love is hard to forget. But believe me, it is the last love that remains enthroned in the highest place.”

“Can aja, Opa. Oma does not work, in seducing. Inget age.”

"Now don't bring age, baby. You forcibly threw me, his name.”

Oma just turned the ball into a lazy mind.

While Arga only shakes the head. Arga was so very enjoying every joke that was always presented in front of him when Opa came home like today. It makes them feel warm in the middle of them. Things he couldn't get from his own parents.

Finished with breakfast, cleaning and then relaxing in front of the tv in her room, Arga just rolled sampil surfing in cyberspace. It does a search for the latest models of motor modifications on the application. Remembering the motor, Arga immediately pressed the button panngilan on papa.

‘Ya, Arga.”

“Pa, Arga motor in Aussie always take care, right?’

“Oh, sure. Wh why? You must be lonely Minngu day without activities, yes.”

“Papa, know!”

“Ya, sure. Papa is the best papa for Arga. And you have to be the best for Papa, too. Okay. So, what's asking for motor?”

“Ah, the Pa. What motor can in ki-..“ Arga clucked because his opinion was cut by Papa.

“Bby. As long as you want to study in Indo. Masian Oma, Arga. They're getting old. Yes, although only six heads old. Papa wants, Oma and Opa are watching."

Arga sighed. Papa uses this way too. Papa always said to be careful to choose friends to hang out, avoid the influence of free-living culture. Indonesia is papa's choice. Besides the main reason is his parents who are increasingly aged twilight who are vulnerable to pain.

And the phone connection was cut off when Arga was agreeing to his discussion with Papa.

Somewhere else. Although Miana's Sunday still works, because the weekend and week the store is very crowded. Today he returned one shif with a praises and Mas Hamdan. Mbak Dini also helped, even though he only watched and occasionally checked items that were rarely sold. Just be afraid if it escapes and in the consumption of buyers.

Miana was only able to rest, when adzan magrib reverberated. ‘Huhh, leganya,’' muttered Minana in front of the screen while arranging rupiah for her pick up on Mbak Dini.

“How does the sensation work at night, Mia?" tanya Puji looked at Miana from behind her cashier table.

“Huaaah, amazing, mbak. Delightful. Sales up, shop crowded. But the body cake is tired like this, yeah." Miana massaged her waist as she was tired of standing up a lot.

“It's equivalent. Lah.”

“Nih, drink first either bread, from the store front.” Hamdan pushed a crackle on Miana. Making Miana sparkle. Then heats up Mbak Puji. "Make me a compliment, is there not, Mas?"ask Miana. Feel sad because he is afraid Puji will feel different.

“Make Praise, already behind.” Hamdan looked at Puji.

Praise only a meaningful smile. Miana then thanked Hamdan, took a sip of the ice coffee cup and placed it under the cashier table.

They are back focused on their respective work along with the arrival of returning customers tonight who are increasingly crowded. Until Miana was so surprised at one customer who suddenly made her silently flinch when asking for a member card to her customer.

..._tbc_...

happy Sunday BESTie & Happy