The Destiny of Miana's Love
TCM 24'S
Brug!
Miana staggered and fell on Arga.
Arga reflex captures Miana. He was not angry, but instead endured the pain in the back of his hand. The injured hand touched the court because it was hit by Miana. "Auuuhh," her ringis closed her eyes.
Miana who realized immediately stood up, despite the slight distress from still shaking her legs." Sorry, Ga. I didn't intentionally." He immediately tried to clean Arga's hands. Then the focus was diverted to the other hand was flicked by Arga.
Bloods. Miana was shocked and closed her mouth. Then he dared to grab Arga's hand. There was no rejection from Arga, making Miana pull closer. "This is how you get hurt, Ga?" Miana bit the tip of her fingernails. Habits when you panic. "Is it how heavy I am, to the point of being hurt?" abugn.
"Maybe,"
"Gue, medicine, huh?" tawar Miana's.
Arga quickly pulled his hand while standing up. "Not what, it will also heal," he said with a sarcastic smile.
"Gue, medicine, yes, Ga," Miana repeated. Feeling guilty.
Arga was silent for a moment. Then nod. As bright as the idea passes. Just let Miana feel guilty. This injury was caused by Miana. Unable to lie, he needed people to bandage bruises and ended up bleeding because of holding Miana's weight, rubbing against the rough school rooftop floor.
Without much more arguing. Arga follows Miana who dances her from the rooftop.
Luckily the state of the hall and the corridor of the classroom were already deserted. It can be confirmed because the class has started again. Miana took him to the UKS room. The little hand picked up the p3k box, took a cotton swab and moistened it with alcohol. Swiping slowly and occasionally glanced at Arga who was still holding back the pain.
"Sick, Ga?" ask Miana. He paused for a moment the movement of wiping the blood-letting wound.
"It hurts" answered Arga. The pain that Arga felt, in fact, was different from Miana's thinking. He still thought about my mother's painful statement. In his mind he was eager to meet his mother and ask her what she meant. He felt uncomfortable because the public knew a lot about his origin and of course also dragged him to deal with netizens. Better, my mom never admitted it. At least it's better than I admit when it's too late.
Miana still painstakingly pulled the bandages and gauze and slowly closed the wounds on the handbooks that she had previously given antiseptic liquid.
"Once again, I'm sorry, yeah, Ga. I really didn't mean it."
"Stop beating yourself up."
"Yes, I can't do that, Ga. I'd like to have a little fun, Lo. I'm the one who's even worse, Lo."
Arga pulled the corner of her lips. Miana still blames herself. Though it was really the result of emotions when hearing the babbling of friends in class. A little sorry, until now he is still easily emotional if it concerns mama. Experience in school first, making him back easily friends anger. In the past, in old school, he had friends who were pretty close. Because something makes the relationship tenuous and damaged because accidentally a friend revealed Arga who is the broken home child of a famous artist. If it's about the mother, somehow makes Arga easily ignited emotions. Although he hates that figure, but if anyone vilifies mama. His instincts are like not accepting.
"Ga."
A touch on Arga's shoulder diverts her daydreams about the bad story about the old school.
"Lo much trouble, huh?" hardik Miana's.
It only got a flat gaze answer from Arga.
Miana dragged the plastic chair not far from the gurney where Arga was sitting. He sat up while propping his chin on the gurney. "If ,Lo, believe me. You can tell me, really,"
"Not important" said Arga. Then check his right hand that has been wrapped in bandages. "Thank you for this." Arga raised his right hand.
Miana raised both her shoulders. "Yes already. Then we go back to class. Although it's a little late. It would be better than not taking lessons at all."
Arga silently allowed. Slowly she followed Miana out of the UKS and returned to class. Arriving in class, the two immediately got the opportunity to join without many questions from the teacher who taught. Only the gazes of the entire class led to a hand wrapped in bandages, however, without much more comment.
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"Na, wait," cried Riska.
Riska immediately aligned the steps on her best friend. Curiosity is still enveloping. Because of the delay his best friend entered the class. Also, his presence along with Arga became a big question in his mind. And now, coming home from school is the perfect time to interrogate Miana.
"Boong is so, anyway! Lo, also fun to continue with Bayu, right," hardik Miana and rewarded a big smile from Riska. Justifies.
"Yes, anyway." Riska scratched the side of her head, misbehaving. "Eh, I'm curious, where did you come from, anyway. Until late at Bu Alin's watch?"
"From the UKS."
"Lo, sick!" Riska held Miana's forehead. "Adems. There was no heat," he continued to keep his hands away from Miana.
"The sick man."
"Trus, what does it have to do with 'Lo? You're not a PMR, are you?" cecar Risk.
"It's just me there." Miana did not intend to tell about Arga who looked frustrated with the problems faced. Miana also knew about the rumors. And about Arga who has no intention to deny it, is proof that there is true gossip on social media accounts. Moreover, Hazel first scanshort and then shares in the class group. You can make sure one class even one school also knows it. One school certainly knows who Sarah Wijaya, by the way, is a celebrity who is still pursuing a career in the entertainment world. Of course the highlight of his family can also be known by the public. Then the appearance of a surprising Arga figure on social media accounts became a trending hot topic.
"Lo have a special relationship with Arga?" tuding Riska's.
Of course it stopped Miana's steps, followed by Riska.
"This is the mouth why the hell always aja nyablak. Look, there are a lot of people!" Miana codes through eye glances, scanning the students who are walking in the corridor to go home.
"So really?" pekik Riska's. Holding Miana's arm.
One hand Miana closed Riska's mouth. One hand held onto Riska's shoulder. "Gue said diem!" Miana was upset. Then let go of the hand because Riska had thrashed.
Riska grimacing. "Sorry, duh. Hence the story," pinta Riska.
"Gue has to work." Miana continued her steps. A few meters away, he arrived at the parking lot.
"Na," said Riska. "I don't think I'm a friend anymore, yeah. Until you hide something from me."
"Ck" decak Miana. "Follow, me!" Miana dragged Riska to a permanent seat on the edge of the courtyard. Favorite places.
"So?" todong Riska after they sat down.
"Yes. So, I always go to the rooftop if I take a break. So now rarely to the canteen with Lo. Moreover, lo–nya also already the same Bayu, right. I became lonely. Moreover, I also avoid something that still can make me sick. You know it, don't you! Bian's closeness is Sisil."
Riska nodded, understood. "Trus, trus?" urge Riska.
"On the rooftop I met Arga. And I found him with bloody hands. Yes, I am medicin. That's it for you." Miana couldn't possibly tell Riska the truth. Fear of overreacting. Moreover, there are still many students passing around the yard.
"Oh." Riska tapped her chin with her finger while nodding slowly."Maybe he felt offended by the words of friends earlier, yes, Na," said Riska.
Miana nodded. "It can, so," break it up.
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Arga frowned when he had just set foot in the carport. He had a glance at the silver SUV car on the front page. The security guard greeted as usual. If there are important guests, the security guard of his house must always tell first. Maybe dad bought a car
new one? That's what's on his mind.
Arga said his greetings, after opening the teak door knob with a typical Javanese carving accent. Calling on dear Oma but not also getting a reply. Step deeper into Arga's steps, and stop at the connecting door of the living room and family room.
"Oma–," panggi Arga restrained. His eyes were bulging looking at the figure in the family room who was standing slowly while turning towards him.
...tbc...
⁇ ️ Who's there?? Can anyone guess?
