The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 19'S

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Arga is forced to drive Oma to a minimarket not far from home. At first, Arga refused. However, the charm of the Oma Sari glance is able to make Arga give up the excitement in front of the laptop and turn it off. Even as she was about to change into jeans, Oma was impatient, so she simply followed Oma using home-made trousers that wrapped her legs. While the black t-shirt on the top.

This is where Arga, following the motion of Oma choosing various products and making the shopkeeper who is arranging products always smile to hear Oma's scolding on him.

"Where to get a girl. If you take a shower! Ck, you young man. Dharma in youth. Oma so miss your dad, Ga."

"So, Arga's out of calls with papa, Oma." Grab a pouch of car wash liquid and put it on the shopping troly.

"really?" sahut Oma fast. "Ck. Why don't you call Oma! Basic brash kid. Ask in a mate again, know the taste!" Oma still continued the muttering show. Arga was a little uncomfortable because some buyers there were watching him because of the ravings of Oma.

"Oma, don't talk about it here. Shame, right," whispered Arga stroked the shoulder of the grandmother who was still discussing her who was reluctant to take a shower because of the cold weather complete with rain falling quite heavily.

"Omom. Spaghetti can?" pinta Arga grabbed a few packs of those lidi-shaped noodles. Not forgetting he checked the expiration date on the packaging. Deliberately diverting Oma's conversation.

"Take. But don't make noodles, you know. Not good for health!" Oma rebukes Arga.

"Do it." Arga glued his right palm briefly at the temple, as if saluting the commander.

"Ck. Cooking oil is expensive." Oma's hands checked the price tag of cooking oil on the shelf.

"What a small people want to be, anything is expensive. Fortunately, Oma was not lacking. But what about the lower middle class. Wonderful."

Arga only held back the laughter of hearing Oma's complaint. He still faithfully encourages shopping troly while scanning if there are needs that he must buy.

"Omom. Why the hell, bother shopping. Is there Bi Ida?" said Arga.

"Haiist. As long as Oma is still healthy and can do it herself, why tell others, anyway?" oma Sahut. He again grabbed a ketchup packaging that had been placed. While checking out the existing promo. Win a lot, because it can free flour seasoning. Who is not tempted by promos?

While searching for one multivitamin product, Arga's involuntary eye bead caught a very unlikely figure not far from where he stood.

Not because of where he was shopping, but the person he knew was wearing a store uniform and was serving transactions in front of the cashier table.

Slightly squinting at the sidelines of the shelf to make sure his eyes do not look wrong. The figure in front of there is friendly and does not stop reviewing smiles at customers while offering various promo items. Neatly sprawled hair and tiny tucked tucked adorned the brownish-black hairdo, featuring a pure white tiered neck. "Tumben she's beautiful" murmured Arga.

Unknowingly, Arga smiled, noticing the way Miana talked to the buyer. It fits perfectly and fits well with its chatty character.

"That's, really, Miana. The Noisy?"

"He, work?"

"No way. He doesn't look that poor to work. His school supplies stuff doesn't show he's a poor schoolgirl?"

"Ahh, why did I think of him, anyway!"

Arga is still playing with his own thoughts and then turns to condemn his stupidity. He who is usually indifferent to anyone especially with a creature that is a type of woman except Oma, suddenly attracted to his classmates. The one he avoided because of that crisp mouth.

Oma finished her activities and stood following the queue. Because the situation is quite crowded then, the queue is quite long.

Mata Arga did not stop watching Miana who deftly scan the products purchased by the customer. The other hand he uses to type the barcode when the scanner cannot detect.

Finished with the queue transaction in front of him. Arga follows Oma pulling a troly on the cashier.

"The card's there, ma'am?" miana said restrained. Her eyes glanced at a person standing next to a middle-aged mother yet still looked fashionable. He's Arga.

"Here, Ma'am." Oma Sari gives Miana a member card.

'I thought her mother. Apparently Omanya. Oh, Agra once said her mother didn't exist, yes. I almost forgot.'

Miana refocused on one full basket troly that was in front of Arga. He refrained from looking ordinary as if he did not know and behave naturally. Offering superior promo products in the store while scanning the groceries offered. A little helped because Arga wanted to help put various kinds of groceries in Oma on the cashier table. His hands several times tucked the dangling hair child into his ears. His tongue suddenly felt like just saying thank you for being a little helped.

While Arga himself only pay attention in his own mind, if there is anything with the Noisy in this class until he works, while still holding the status of a student.

After scanning the barcode and mentioning the nominal groceries to the woman who called Oma on Arga, Miana received the cash that Oma gave her. Return the rest and say thank you by clenching his hands together. "Thank you. Please come back."

Arga grabbed two plastic crackles from Oma's hand. As if not letting the omanya hassles bring groceries.

Faintly, Miana heard the "Sama-sama," voice of her nonchalant classmate.

Miana thinned her lips and met. Not because of shame, but because of Arga's sweet attitude to Oma. His eyes reluctantly turned away from Arga until he reached the colorful Honda Brio car maroon in the store parking lot. Open the door to Oma and protect Oma's head from touching the side of the car door. The rain was still pouring down on the earth, so the conversation outside could not be heard.

Miana again gasped as Arga looked at her from outside. Although still blocked by the glass wall next to the cashier table. Embarrassed at being caught in Arga's eyes, as he still watched her from inside the store. Lucky behind Arga there is no other customer queue so it does not hinder its activities. "Sweet, really." Miana smiled considering Arga's treatment of Omanya.

"Conscious, who, anyway?" ask Hamdan. He who had just noticed Miana from the instant noodle hallway because after the display there moved closer to the cashier's table Miana. Seeing Miana's movements that look wrong behind the cashier's desk, making her curious.

"Ah. Em, that, my friend turned out." Miana only grimaced as she glanced towards Puji who apparently also noticed her.

"Lo, you know, donk should?" ask Hamdan.

"Yes. My classmate, Mas."

"Kok, what's wrong?"

"Well, what should it be?" ask Miana plain.

"Yes, offer promo products, donk. Chance, right. She must have felt bad for nolak, right."

"Hm, yeah, anyway,"

After Hamdan returned to his job, Miana also immediately grabbed a small duster and cleaned the shelves behind the cashier, to make it easier to reach back when there are customers who will pay.

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After reaching home.Arga dropped Oma's groceries and brought her into the house. Give Bi Ida to put in the refrigerator for cold drinks, eggs and some fruit. As for some dry food ingredients in the stacking on the kitchen set.

Oma had gone to the room and Arga was swinging steps up the stairs to her room. He threw himself in the bed and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket. His hand moved scrolling the screen looking for Si brisik contact on WhatsApp chat room on the flat object.

'Did I see wrong?'

That's what he typed into Miana's chat room. He thought about sending it or dropping it off. Still curious because almost a month of being Miana's classmate. There is no visible appearance of underprivileged students on Miana's self. Why the reason worked was one of the things that plagued his mind. Long dissolved by her estimation, Arga was asleep entering the dreamland, picking up tomorrow with a routine Monday greetings.

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I like Monday's.

When I was in school, I hate Monday, because what? releasing a Sunday that is haunted from schoolwork is like not willing.