The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 31'S

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There is nothing happier for Miana, unless papa has returned to health, especially papa has now worked, even though only as a hotel staff in the company of mama's friends.

It's not easy for papa, really trying from the beginning again. He had to adapt to the new environment with the new field.

Even though Miranti had some gold and jewelry, she would not be willing to sell even the slightest item. And, even who returned to give up his work to pay the rent.

"Mama's jewelry, mama's already selling for house rent and children's pocket money, Pa! Anyway, my mom doesn't want to know. All the finances, mama set it up."

"Also including children's pocket money," continued Miranti.

"Yes, it's up to mom. Be wise in spending it, Ma," said Surya warned and in response with a lazy shout.

Sisil and Miana were also in the same room in the living room. They had no intention of following their parents.

Miana wanted to deny the lying words that Miranti spoke. However, the always intimidating look in his eyes, made him undo the intention to tell the truth. Why, Surya is always on Miranti's side.

Surya, who used to work on building construction and projects, now has to work as a hotel staff who specifically manage the hotel ballroom and some of the rooms rented.

Even so, Surya who is persistent and learns from experience is now quickly adjusting.

Not felt, a month already Surya working. Now he can breathe a sigh of relief that awaited from the results of his prison paid already. First pay.

In the past, the salary he received was not comparable to his income in the old office. However, Surya was already very grateful. At least he can return to meet the needs of his family. Moreover, he was a little helped because his household assistant was a little more already helping to support the needs of the results of selling vegetables in front of the house.

Miranti was checking the rupiah sheet, inside the envelope. Some time ago Surya gave it to him. "Gee. It's pretty obvious. Even though only half of the salary in the old office. Not in vain, mama has an acquaintance with the wife of the hotel director. "

"Tuh, right, Pa. My mom has a friend that I can count on. So, the mama's get-together was also very useful. Therefore, if you go hang out with your friends, yes do not protest!"

Miranti smiled happily. Look at the salary Surya received.

"Well, if this is the case, right, mama can go to the salon again. No tangles, kuel, diem at home, Pa."

"By, dong, yes! Later that can be a plus, papa too," asked Miranti.

"Make me where, Pa," sambar Sisil quickly. Though he was sulking in the room was not clear.

That's how Sisil is, if he wants to.

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One month later, Miana still continues to routinely help Bi Num cut vegetables, peel onions or the like to become a dish for Bi Num sold in front of the house.

More and more Bi Num customers are arriving. Even if he has not brought his cooking in front of the house, many buyers come to wander into the house. There are some mothers who voluntarily bring it forward to be served quickly of course.

Even though my mom doesn't seem to like it. However, he just passed by and locked himself in the room. "It's very impatient, anyway. Village moms. What a job, try! Not cooking at home, you want to find something practical. You slackers!" Miranti grumbled, but she was also a little curious as to how much her domestic assistant's customers liked her cooking so much. Indeed, he admitted, Bi Num cuisine is quite good and he has been accustomed to serving for years by him.

"Good as well as Si Num, that's a sale, anyway. Maybe he was confused to love his son's money in the village. Good though. Nothing to lose to me either."

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Saturday night, the store closed a little late. Usually buyers come in twice as many days as usual. Likewise with sales.

That way, the entire team will usually get an additional bonus from Dini.

Like tonight, though Miana and friends are going home a little late. It certainly adds to the spirit of working again.

The circular digital clock on Miana's left hand shows at nine p.m. He came home cheerfully, especially. Today there are two salaries that he received. Monthly salary is also a bonus for achieving sales targets.

[Home, what time is it?"] Arga.

^^^[Don't tell me Lo wants to take me to 🤭 weekly nights,]^^

[Kepedean 🤧,] Arga.

Message from Arga, he ignored. Better, he'll be home soon.

Yeah, that's what if Miana and Arga communicate. Not at school if met, or through private chat, would end up ridiculing each other or making fun of each other. While at school Miana asked Arga the classic reasons she could accept.

"Yes, rather than serving my fans who are absurd and mode, mending I'm ignorant of the same class champion. Let me move next semester" Arga said a few days ago.

Inwardly, Miana also wanted to be able to get back to Bian. At least their relationship is not awkward with Bian who continues to be ketus.

The daydream stopped, when his friends invited him to just hang out at the cafe.

"Come, Mia! Once in a while, I did" Rossy said.

"Sorry Rossy, ordinary, afraid to go home first from papa." Miana refused subtly. Luckily they understood Miana's situation.

Although he was eager to join, but considering every Saturday, papa will go home sooner. As much as possible he will also go home quickly, before papa comes home.

Because he always takes the shif by day and goes home before nine at night.

When stopped at a red light, it was unexpected that he stopped in line with Bian who was right next to him.

"Where are these nights from?" bian asked with a face staring intently, as if demanding.

"I'm from the minimarket."

There is no more confirmation from Bian. However, eyes seemed reluctant to switch from Miana. Of course it makes Miana a little awkward. Three months to know Bian. Making Miana quite know the good side even though she used to be fond of changing girlfriends. But he still treated her well.

"Lo, isn't the same way Sisil?" miana asked looking for another topic.

"No business, Lo."

"A-,"

Miana wanted to make it clear that she did not intend to interfere in Bian's affairs. However, Bian dashed first. As he regained consciousness, many of the honking horns were unpretentious at the back, immediately he turned the gas lever to re-run the wheels to bring it home.

There are no three hundred meters of traffic light, Miana was again amazed by the beautiful appearance of a bridge. If on other days he just passes by. But, because it's Sunday night and a lot of young people there, make his heart moved to pull the brake handle and park the bike like the others.

Many young women stood on the side of the overpass. Seen chatting there. Some use that location to create content in the app with a Black-White note that is so global. And, not a few of them are just selfies.

The view presented from there is a sighting of traffic that is so epic that comes from the lighting of residents' homes and vehicles that are traveling with different destinations, down there.

"Rarely, I can enjoy this view. Almost never." Miana laughed at her condition. It is a home-grown child that is so obedient to parents. Even if you can go out at night, surely only to the cafe or to the mall with Sisil or Bian, like that time.

Remembering Bian, made Miana feel even more guilty. Bian is bored with it. He is always selfish or rather deliberately keep the feelings of his favorite sister. So many reasons that he made, so that Bian can no longer stand being his lover.

"It's a pity if you're not here." Miana reached into the cell phone on the bag and aimed at a few poses there. Not to forget he uploaded on the green app and his instagram story.

"Sure Riska will comment, this is over." Miana chuckled at the reaction of her best friend. He put the flat object back in the bag. Feel the night breeze from the bridge.

Not long before he was ready to return home when he saw a middle-aged man who was selling in a martabak shop. Not far from where he stood. At an age that is no longer young, so the spirit of the father worked to make a living for his family.

Miana remembered papa and realized this.

"Ah yes, papa must be home early today too. Must hurry, nih, so as not to go first as papa."

Miana hastily entered the motor contact. Until accidentally the contact was released and fell on the asphalt, as a result of he was so hasty to go home.

Waiting for the streets to stretch a little, Miana tried to reach the core of the matic motor that was lying on the asphalt. However, the bright glare that caught his net while looking down, made him reflexively close his eyes.

Miana felt off balance because she was leaning towards the road. Then all so quickly, Miana felt her body being forcefully pulled and banged against the wall of the bridge. There were shouts from some people who were on the side of the bridge. He felt in his temple pulsating. Then his eyes saw some young men approaching him and some people scattering into the street.

"What's going on?" asked Miana in a daze.

"Sir is okay, right?"

"Sir, what's the wound?"

"I'm okay, oh where are my keys?" miana muttered. He glanced at his motorbike which had just been positioned to stand by a young man.

"There's a fall, huh?" he asked the person who asked about his condition and got a nod from some people.

"Mr. There was a man who ran and suddenly pulled mbak, to the side of the bridge but the man was instead hit by a car. And that's him on the edge.

"What???"

Miana suddenly stood up to see the victim. Indirectly, this is the result of his actions to cause others harm. Miana split the crowd of people who were seen wiping the blood on the victim's forehead. Some were seen calling an ambulance.

"sorry. Forgive me," said Miana trembling. With an ice-cold palm, look at the fresh blood and do not stop flowing from the temple of the victim.

Only moans and hands tried to wipe the blood flowing in response to the man. On the cheeks until the chin looks peeling, maybe it was rubbing with asphalt. Then he scanned the other part of the victim, there were no other injuries there. Only in the palm of the hand that was scratched because the man lying helplessly was wearing a hoodie jacket that was thick enough and jeans wrapped his legs.

"Mia–na," said the victim. Then he was unconscious.

In a boisterous state there Miana caught her name mentioned by the victim. He moved closer and looked at the victim who recognized him.

..._tbc_...

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