The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 21'S

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"Argha. Donk pliss! Tell me sosmed's account, Lo. Pretty, right. And follower." Angel moves agilely following Arga while tidying up her hairdo.

"Not having." Arga answered quickly and kept walking leisurely ignoring the gazes of the students who were on the side of the classroom corridor.

"Not believing, I," said Angel did not give up.

"Whatever" answered Arga.

"Ck. It's hard to actually decetin, Lo, Ga." Increasing in width and fast pace Angel offset foot level Arga tread the floor of the white ceramic throughout the class corridor.

"Ga. Lo it's so cold, huhh, same girl! Not very valuable." Although a bit upset but Angel did not give up. He has been very fond of Arga, since Arga introduced himself as a new student, almost two months ago.

Arga paid no heed to Angel who continued to babble while walking after him. Reverse and feel uncomfortable because the tall girl slim and always wearing false eyelashes continues to follow from the parking lot to the classroom.

Until almost exhausted his patience, Arga turned his body quickly and pointed Angel to stop in place. "Heh. Denger, yeah. Today ngue no longer want to be disturbed, understand."

Angel stomped her feet and walked unwillingly towards her stool. Overnight dozens of chats were sent to Arga in vain without getting a reply, even though the status is still online.

Not once did Angel try to get close to Arga. However, until now, he still did not get a good response. No matter what class looked at him. Angel remained indifferent as if it were ordinary. The other girl friends are talking about it. But he didn't ignore.

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Bella, Ammy, Zaky, Arga, Miana and Roy.

Six students mentioned by the important announcement of the selection results for the OSN race have been decided by the school. After conducting a rigorous test of various subjects that have become provisions of the National level. Selected six candidates. Of course, making them always at the helm with various questions and practicums to support the preparation of the race.

There is still another week of activities, so Miana must be good at managing time between study, work and rest. Don't forget he told papa about this of course papa was very happy. However, a little sorry because papa has not been able to go home in a long time.

"Don't be discouraged, Mia. You're a great kid, a proud son of papa. Papa, sure, you can be a champion."

So the end of the word in a phone call with papa. Like getting an injection of spirit no matter what for Miana, because of that.

He told my mom he had done it. However, instead of getting excited, but the word that came out of my mouth was really unexpected.

"Yes, good, deh. That way, you become famous. Attention of one school. Oh, yaaaa, one more. If it's still your hockey. Got a lot of prize money, right? Twenty, family pride, really. You can make your own money. That's right, you mean?"

"Mom, how did you talk about it?" refute Miana.

"Mama is not cool, Miana can participate in the OSN race?" continued Miana.

"Lhoo, what would your mother say if she showed displeasure? Don't make it up, yeah, you!" Miranti began to get inflamed. A little dislike because it is not Sisil who follows the race, the golden boy who is always lamented by him.

Miana chose silence and passed away from in front of mama. Do not want to increase again get the word satire that makes his chest hold a heavy burden.

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I don't know, maybe it's a coincidence. The school puts Miana and Arga on one math maple. Though if you meet the two can not be separated from the word storm like a few weeks ago.

At that time Miana came specifically to the teacher room concerned with OSN, asking to change the maple that will be in the race until the day H. However, the school has thought carefully until it cannot be challenged.

"The school has divided the existing maple according to the history of your transcripts, Miana. So sorry, it's final. Okay. So try your best."

Miana could only nod her head. Actually what happened to him who wanted to avoid Arga. But he did nothing wrong.

"Hm. Why should I bother, look, anyway. Avoid that shitty Arga. Not that I'm so."

The next day, Miana does not study in class as usual. All candidates were educated in the library. The goal is that those who are representatives of the IPA maple race, can directly practice in the laboratory room that stands opposite to the library room.

Likewise with Miana and Arga, they are also being accompanied by one favorite teacher of Mathematics maple. They were faced with a bunch of math problems for him to work on.

Sitting separately only with a one-meter-wide table, Miana and Arga really practiced sharpening the workmanship of the practice questions.

They've been there long enough. Occasionally raise your face only to show the wall clock in the corner of the library that continues to rotate.

If you're thinking, Miana always bites the base of the pencil. It has become a habit from childhood. If you used to still study in kindergarten, surely the bite marks were so obvious.

Arga felt there was less than the race partner who was sitting in front of him. Not showing the noisy side, even though the guidance teacher was out of the room. Arga glanced at Miana through the corner of her eyes, looking silent even though the body gestures were occasionally upright as if feeling tense because she was serious about the matter of training.

"Ehem." Arga deliberately cleared his throat to steal the show. However, the eyes remain focused on the problem sheet.

Miana only glanced at a glance then refocused again. Just be careless to avoid the storm as usual. He didn't want those annoying words coming out of Arga's mouth.

The situation slightly unraveled when the guidance teacher came and checked the results of their practice. Talk at length and a little discussion about the material.

"Okay, I think that's enough. You can go back to class or go home early and rest at home. We'll study back here tomorrow. Don't mind much, your focus is only on this race. I expect a lot from you."

"Well, sir," they said compactly.

The teacher exited the room followed by Miana and Arga.

The brown backpack is neat on Miana's back. He rushed to the school parking lot to get a motorbike. He will not go home, but directly to the store. He was a little surprised because Arga was also in the same parking lot with him.

As far as Miana is concerned, Arga is used to using cars. But this time it was different. Arga is preparing to wear a torn denim jacket and preparing to wear a full face helmet standing next to a black sports bike.

Not wanting to linger watching Arga, Miana quickly pulled the gas lever, out of school.

The corner of Arga's lips smiled widely, finding Miana did not blink looking at him. Luckily the glass on his helmet was dark in color, so it could not be detected from the outside. He also left the parking lot.

A little curious about Miana's purpose, she searched around for where Miana was leaving school. It was easy enough to find Miana. That not-so-fast speed can reach a fraction of a second.

Ten minutes passed, Arga was shocked, as this was the direction towards his housing. Apparently answered already, Miana turned to the store where she worked. He deliberately reduced his speed and stopped on the side of the road. Just to make sure Miana gets inside the store.

Wh-wh-what for? Arga tapped his helmet glass, cursing himself. I don't know what it's like to stalk Miana. "Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Very little work."

Arga shook his head slowly and then continued on to his home. Not less than five hundred meters from where Miana worked.

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Arga was silent across the street. Noticing Miana was preparing to go home in the minimarket yard. There is one girl friend who is preparing also with their own motorbike.

Not long after two men appeared from inside the store and waved at two people who were believed to be Miana one of them.

The number on the circular digital clock on his left wrist is listed at 20:00 WIB. Arga Thought, when was the time Miana studied. In fact, only one day later they became representatives of SMAN School 89. "It turns out, yes-yes just follow the guidance counselor's advice. But there is no proof" murmured Arga.

Slowly, Arga followed within a safe enough distance to keep Miana unknown. It is a fairly crowded street of the capital. Miana was riding her motorbike at a sufficient speed. Make the direction quite calm. Wait for. Why else would he be stalking Miana? "Akhich. What the hell is wrong with me! He could follow her again, "he told himself.

However, his constant instincts followed him on nearly ten kilometers of roads. Miana turned on one not so big building consisting of two floors. There are three balconies on the top floor facing the street. "Here, his house," murmured Arga.

Until the ringing of the phone in his jacket pocket vibrated. Received a short call and rushed home. Along the way Arga noticed some streets that were never quiet enough to make him relieved. "Pretty brave too, yeah, she."

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Ciee, someone is not aware apparently 🤭🥱🥱🥱🥱