The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 20'S

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Monday greet again the routine of Tunas Bangsa High School, the ceremony has been carried out an hour ago. There is something different from Monday this morning, teaching and learning activities paused because of selection preparation for the OSN competition.

Miana and Riska just sat back and forth in a permanent chair not far from the outdoor basketball court, the edge of the school's core courtyard.

There are some students who are basketball, even though they use OSIS uniforms, not team shirts like exercising. They just fill the time while the learning starts again.

Riska looked enthusiastically at Bayu who was on the basketball court with three other friends. There's Bian one of them.

Miana certainly took advantage of this. Sometimes he smiles because Bian managed to throw the ball in right at the basketball hoop.

Bayu, he kissed the tip of the palm then as if he was blowing it for Riska. Long distance kissing movement. While across there Riska was prancing happily to shake Miana's arm.

It was not out of Bian's sight. The feeling of disappointment is still always pinned on Miana. Whether the feeling of hate, disappointment or actually love is still there. When he received the ball from Roy, he dribbled the ball with emotion. Especially when Arkan managed to master the ball and release on the ring. Bian jumped as hard as he could to block the ball in. As a result, the ball bounced off the field.

Somehow it came from. As Miana's focus returned on Bian suddenly the ball soared towards him. He wanted to avoid the ball. However, the feet feel heavy to step on. Miana closed her eyes tightly, preparing with a ball hitting her.

Riska's shrieking voice and some of the schoolgirls who crossed the courtyard or passed through the classroom corridor could be caught. But, not the pain he received but his right arm was swayed tight by Riska.

"Yes!"

"Miana. It's safe."

As soon as possible Miana opened her eyes and found the ball hanging over her. It's in Arga's two hands.

"Hhhuhh, thankfully," said Miana.

Arga took the ball to the basketball court and immediately got a narrowed look from Bian. The two stood facing each other staring silently. There was a distance of one meter between them.

"Be careful, play. It can get dizzy if it hits people's heads." Arga throws the ball and immediately caught Bian.

"Everyone here is almost an adult. I think everyone can take care of themselves. Lo, I guess, I accidentally threw a ball in there!" Bian was seen to not accept until he approached Arga.

"Gue didn't say that. Or maybe, you did it on purpose!"

"Ngex. You accuse me!" Bian pushed hard on Arga's chest, until Arga took a step back. The pressure from Bian.

Arga responded to that casually. Moreover, the three friends behind Bian arrested the frontman of the mob.

"Udah, Bi. Don't be extended!" Bayu dominates banning Bian's arm.

"That's it," said another.

Arga just smiled and then turned around to leave the field.

Some students and students who happened to pass by were deliberately stunned in their respective places. They think Bian has changed. In fact, the little body and behavior is disturbed, it is still the same, easily ignited emotions.

Miana and Riska who were looking from some distance the tension earlier, even reflexes stood in place. Dare not to approach.

Seeing Arga pass by him casually. Miana also took the initiative to follow Arga.

Feeling followed, Arga quickened his pace. That made Miana do the same.

Unexpectedly, Arga stopped suddenly right at the intersection of the class and turned around quickly. Making Miana restrained balance her body movements so as not to hit Arga's body. Of course the sudden movement of Arga made Miana misbehave and immediately bit her lower lip.

"Lo, follow me!" Arga rebuked Miana who was already standing right in front of him.

"Ng-no. Nope. No, I mean not, lo. Our class is over there, right? So we're one goal." Miana quickly gave a reasonable excuse for Arga not to be suspicious of her intentions.

Arga raised his eyebrows, and slightly raised a smile. "If you want to say thank you, it's best not to. Because I had reflexes. No need for ge-er. Especially if I pay attention to, Lo."

"Crazy. Nyesel I want to say thank you. It sucks!" Miana jerking legs evaporates her stupidity. Moreover, Arga considers him to feel confident because he helped him.

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Throughout the lesson, Miana still urgently remembered Arga's words. Feeling unaccepted is considered too pede because it feels can be attention from Arga. His eyes looked at the white board containing material from the teacher. However, his hands were busy making random graffiti on the book.

The teacher's explanation seems to go into the left ear and out of the right ear. Not a single drop in his brain. It did not go unnoticed by Riska who was sitting right not far beside Miana.

"Why, anyway? The grimacing has continued since then," asked Riska standing beside Miana. When the teacher has finished his teaching.

"There's nothing,"

"If there's nothing, why is it a book in doodles is unclear. Hm?"

Sontak Miana immediately saw her notebook full of original scribbles, her own results.

Not believing his frustration ended up destroying his own record. There is more bad luck today. "Yaaahhhh, my note." Miana stroked the surface of the book that was already broken. 'This is all because of, Arga, ' Miana's inner self.

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Since yesterday's incident on the basketball court to the classroom corridor, Miana deliberately avoided Arga. For him still upset at being called kegeeran by him. But maybe that reality is true. In the store, at home, Miana was still very upset.

"Ihhh, why, anyway, it doesn't feel so comfortable. Especially if, tuh brand public bus, a casual glance. My kek ngeremehin is so." Miana flailing her beloved boba doll expressed annoyance. Roll over here and there on his bed.

After work he put his body down for a while on the bed. Still lounging to clean up. There is no PR, so Miana can relax considering the short hour hand is still pointing at the number nine.

"Mianaa!"

Mom's screams could be heard outside the room shouting her name. Miana immediately ran to reach the doorknob of the room and rushed to meet mama.

"Yes, Ma." Miana approached the mother who was sitting in the family room.

"You budeg, yeah! Or intentionally ignore, Mama! Wedang ginger mama, where!" Miranti snapped at Miana letting out her emotions until she saw fine veins on her neck. Indicates how angry he is because his eldest son ignored his wedang gahe request.

Miana tiptoed, cursing herself. Maybe he forgot the ginger wedang mama's request when he just came home from work earlier. He glanced at Sisil who was cutting his nails on the sofa, with his legs filling the length of the sofa. Very relaxed, as if not interested in the commotion he and mama. Though it should be, mama could have told Sisil. But that is impossible to happen. My mother's favorite child can be a little trouble.

I really want Miana to protest. Why if my mom called him. Whereas if for fun Mama always invites Sisil.

Free, there are only a series of sharp sentences that come out of your mouth.

"Yes. Ma, sorry. Mia make it for mama soon."

Miana immediately ran to the kitchen preparing what was the decree of mama. This is how jiika Bi Num is returning home. Whatever household chores are always Miana's duty. If it is like this, Miana always misses the excess more on a patient figure like Bi Num. Sometimes Miana really hopes that Bi Num alone becomes her parents. We can ask from whom we are born. Just-there!

With deft Miana peeling ginger, wash it clean and ready to burn on the grill until the smell of fragrant ginger. Swiping enough so that the ginger juice can blend in hot water. Do not forget the palm sugar in a thin comb and stir it. All the ingredients, he put in a small teapot. Pour it on three medium cups on a tray.

"Already, Redy," murmured Miana.

Soon Miana returned to the living room and arranged it on the table. Mama and Sisil are still engrossed in watching the flagship soap opera on one of the private television stations on a 32-inch wide screen.

"This, Ma, Sil. Wedang jahannya."

"Ck. I'm exactly rich', Bi Num, you. It's perfect to be his son."

Jamb. Mama is like a joke. But like Miana, it really made an unfiltered wound on the corner of her heart. She had a mother, but it felt very slapping her.

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