The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 23'S

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Arga gave a brief peck on Sari's cheek, who was enjoying a cup of tea and enjoying the television show in the living room. He then went to the kitchen to take a glass of melon juice prepared by Bi Ida. Carrying the glass after saying thank you to the middle-aged house assistant.

Sitting leaning on the same sofa as Sari. He was very anxious at Oma who was grumbling commenting on the flow of soap operas on the screen, if not in accordance with his expectations.

"Omaa, what's the matter, anyway? Kaya', really. All of this has a scenario. Oma doesn't have to bother planning her own grooves" Arga said as she placed an empty glass on the table beside her.

"Ck. You are, how Oma did not sprain, the appearance of an evil face is so clear, still not sensitive. Basic soap operon! Huh."

Oma is upset, finally he suppresses the origin of the remote control and accidentally shows someone he knows very well. As soon as he turned to the grandson, he found that Netra Arga was also staring intently at the figure who was meeting the press on the screen.

The woman in her forties, who still looks beautiful, was answering questions from several journalists related to posts on her sosmed account. Clearly, the portrait of Arga who is holding a trophy and a charter of appreciation there. The caption there says 'champion in mama's heart'.

Instantly a sense of tightness and also hot air approached Arga, he quickly left the living room. Leaving Oma still glued to her eyes did not switch from the 32-inch screen.

Why did my mom admit it as a child. Why was my mother so hearty to leave him when he still needed the caress of his affection at that time. Why is mom so selfish to him, but papa has been trying to reach his hand with a teary cry. Wh why? Wh why?

Now my mom recognizes him as a child. Though a few years ago when he came with papa in a state of helplessness and body temperature rose, he continued to ignore. Then cruelly, his people drove out papa who continued to say sorry.

Too many questions remained in the eighteen-year-old's mind. If you ask Papa, then always the answer from papa can not satisfy him.

"The wrong father. Papa has lost his pardon from mama. Forgive me, Arga."

It's always that word that comes out of papa's mouth. Making him on the verge of asking questions that always disturbed his heart from year to year. He is a teenager almost an adult. Papa should explain immediately what happened until mom left him too papa, went with another man. Until that hatred, so embedded in him. He was so cold and hated women.

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At school, the gazes of all the students were on him. Arga just frowned scanning some of his friends who looked in amazement at him. However, not a few of them looked at him pity.

Arriving at the classroom, some students realize the existence of Arga who has just landed a body on his stool. They were engrossed in staring at each other's cell phones occasionally looking enthusiastically at Arga.

"Ga, I didn't expect, you know. It turns out Lo is a famous artist's son. Very cool mom, Lo, Ga. His acting also succeeded in making people anxious if they saw it." Angel said enthusiastically without caring about Arga's increasingly moaning face.

"Ga, so Lo does not stay the same bokab ,Lo," said Yeslin.

"Wahh, it turns out that the little ones who are on the rise are sodara, Lo, Ga. Can folbek mintain for me, donk."

"I don't think, anyway, Ga. It turns out that Lo is very independent, living without a mother," Ammy chimed in.

"Well, that means the rumor about Sarah Wijaya who took the man's husband, donk!" Hazel commented.

"Wrong, Zel. They're officially divorced, don't worry about you!" refute Thea.

"Well, I didn't think I could have a classmate with an artist's son."

"Pantesan, Ga. Lo it's over good looking, mama Lo beautiful even though not young anymore,"

Miana's. He just fell silent watching some of his friends focused on the screen of each device. Every now and then they glanced at Arga who was sitting right behind his stool.

Miana did not dare to turn around just looking at the object of their story, considering Arga's frustration yesterday still did not subside. Now his friends are commenting unfiltered. The figure they are talking about certainly has a lot to do there. The mouths of netizens of +62 are certainly not in doubt, especially there are laws for freedom of opinion.

The tweets of various responses of his friends, as if opening the old wounds of an Argaza Galang Danendra. again gaped. He was silent with his jaw hardened. His teeth clashed as if he was grinding his prey. He doesn't like this atmosphere. He is better known as a single parent child, without the world knowing his origin. This is what he does not like, if the public knows him as an artist's child. The son of an artist who could turn to another man by ignoring his biological son and husband.

During this time Arga was quiet enough to listen to various slanted rumors about mama. His materialist attitude and glamorous life. Not to mention, the rumour back and forth was on the glass screen. Either it's real or just an attempt to jack up his name. However, in his upload a photo of himself on social media accounts owned by Mama, leaving a big question. Wh-wh-what for?

He breathed heavily. Releasing the tens of tons squeezing. With a sour feeling, he followed the lesson even though he forced it.

After two hours, he left class just to neutralize his emotions that almost exploded. Arga swung wide steps in any direction. Eventually, he stopped at the school rooftop.

Unable to withstand the tightness in the chest he hit the concrete wall on the side of the rooftop.

Miana did not remain silent. My heart moved to follow Arga. Remembering yesterday, Arga was showing her humanity. Especially when he became the object of attraction pulled two large hands of people who insisted drive him, Arga was the first to let go of the hand grip as he complained of pain.

Through that, of course Miana can draw conclusions if there is one person who cares more about her. Remember, care. As Miana had expected.

And this time, Miana will also show her caring side to the figure in the corner related to an artist upload that implies a blood relationship to her classmate.

He walked slowly, approaching Arga who was sitting leaning against the concrete wall. By drowning his face in the pile of arms resting on his knees. His breathing went up and down, as if he was controlling his feelings.

"Lo would like to comment too!"

Arga's voice stopped Miana's steps. Seeing Arga in such a position, but being able to realize his presence, it made Miana slightly thin her lips, even though she had walked very slowly Arga could feel his presence.

Miana did not dare to speak. He sat down against that wall. However, with both feet together. Breathing fresh air over the rooftop seemed to calm him down.

"The place is comfortable, yes, Ga."

"Pantes, besides me there's a comfortable Lo here too."

Miana smiled, glancing at Arga who was still at home with her position. Although the breath has gone smooth.

"Honey, this cool place is just a dumpster for old chairs." Miana chuckles." Should have been, when I used to join OSIS, I usulin this place for a meeting. Let's not be monotonous in the room continue."

"Oh, yes. Yesterday, my friend Nanyain Lo, Ga."

"Looks like he has a crush on Lo,"

Miana glanced at Arga back, she thought about what topics could arouse the attention of her friend who always looked relaxed but very tight when talking about it.

"Ah, I become more and more of a rival donk, in addition to Angel in class, there is also mbak Puji in the store. Ck, did I give it up, yeah,"

Succeeds. One movement following another movement from Arga has now been seen. Miana should be relieved. His friend did not drag on lamenting problems that he himself did not know.

Arga glanced cynically at Miana. However, Miana immediately revealed her sweetest face. Smile sincerely at Arga. One hand of Miana went into the pocket of her uniform and took out one lollipop there.

"Now, nawarin. But only one," Miana said.

"But because Miana is kind, it's for you, 'Ga." Miana gives candy with one stalk wrapped in plastic wrap.

The corner of Arga's lips slightly raised, then lowered a glance after the chuckling sound from him. After being satisfied to release a stifled laugh, Arga looked seriously at Miana who was now folding her lower lip inside.

Suddenly, Miana pulled her hand from before Arga with a thumping feeling. "Dead, me! What's he gonna do? Where am I here are just the two of you," Inner Miana. His eyes glanced at his right and left sides.

"G–ga's. G–gue didn't mean to insult, Lo. G–gue really only wants nawarin. If Lo, do not want y–ya already."

Arga slightly leaned her body slowly on Miana.

"E, that. Ga, we're going to class, yuk. Hold on again Bambang sir."

Miana slowly shuffled and tried to stand up. However, something happened beyond his estimation due to sitting too long, his legs tingling.

Bruk!

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