The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 37'S

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During the day, the weather is a bit cloudy. So that makes Arga who is in the yard next to the house do not feel the heat, like during the day as usual.

Three days in hospital make Arga long for the outdoors. Breathe in unpaid air next to the house. Some trees that are not so big, planted there.

The pain tipped heavy dizziness, now it has gradually improved. Only dry wounds remain friction scars with asphalt road along the temple to his right cheek that still needs to be cleaned and given ointment or special liquid wounds, to quickly dry.

Arga should still have left the wound in gauze. However, he just let it get exposed to free air to quickly dry out, he thought.

Oma Sari repeatedly reminded that in the room only. But quickly Arga reasoned, if in the room continues he will be more dizzy. As a result, Sari relented and gave freedom to her only grandchild.

Bi Ida came to bring Arga's requested carrot juice along with caramelized bean cookies in glass jars. After arranging everything on a round table, not far from the pool. Bi Ida immediately returned to the house, after Arga said thanks.

Sculpting the face on the camera feature of the phone, Arga examined open wounds that still felt sore. 'Could want to nolong people even bkin bonyok his own face, anyway,' grunts to himself.

Arga remembers that night. How the noisy one was caught off guard on the highway. He shuddered, if only he was late in pushing him to the edge. ''Can float Lo's head, Na.

He recalled the time when the father asked Miana's mother's name to him. Makes Arga now always wondering. Why is my dad so interested in people's business.

"I'm a resident census officer, Pa. I have to ask who her mother is. There's-there," replied Arga at the time.

After that, papa was only silent but his face looked worried. As Arga went further, Dharma only slightly commented on the smile without intending to tell what was on his mind.

Arga's daydream of a strange-looking papa, is now distracted by the ringing of a phone he keeps in his pocket.

Seeing the name 'noisy', he immediately pressed the green button to receive the call.

"Yes," he said.

Arga seemed to think for a moment. Then he slightly touched his partially dried wound.

"Send a file, how?"

"Emm, can you let me not work?"

"Seriously, Lo want to? I'm sharing a look right now, yeah."

"Okey" the break ends the call.

Arga pulled her lips. He looked at the profile of the caller, who seconds ago ended the call. Miana's smile with her lips taped to one lollipop right in front of her lips.

"Word-wrong girl" he said.

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Miana walked slowly, because she was still not free to move. The knee is still wrapped in plaster and so painful to walk. Last night, the wound, he cleaned it with warm water and again he put a few drops of liquid medicine on the wound. He remembered Sisil who broke into tears last night.

Sisil opened the room door. "Sister! Stop doing it!" With a grumbling face and the rest of the crying visible on her cheeks, eyes stared intently at Miana.

"Bikin' it up, what, Sil?" miana asked not understanding.

"It could be, still pretending to be innocent! You can't accept reality either, sister! That Bian, is already my girlfriend. Don't know it!" Sisil yells.

'Oh about Bian,'

"I understand, Sil. Everyone knows too. Then what's the problem?"

"Then from that. Stop looking for attention from Bian, "accuse Sisil.

Miana just sighed, free it was a defense. Sisil will stick to his own thinking. He didn't expect Bian to help him yesterday, but suddenly Bian picked him up and brought him to the UKS. He even rejected Bian for that. So what was wrong with her, that was what Miana had in mind.

"You guys, make a storm again. Another storm! What a storm, anyway," snapped Miranti. He stood in the doorway. He approached and scanned his two conflicting daughters.

"Let's know him, Ma! So as not to disturb Sisil's girlfriend," Sisil murmured as he passed and slammed the door. Makes Miana and Miranti tiptoe.

"Miana! Stop throwing a tantrum! Mama's tired." Miranti stared cynically at Miana.

"Ma, I really don't bother Sisil, Ma. It's just that, when I fell, Bian took me to the UKS" Miana explained.

"You are nervous! You can refuse!"

"Ma, Miana didn't ask Bian either, for my help. In fact, Miana refused Bian."

Miranti pulled Miana's hair, making Miana look up, "Dare you, say mom! Smart talk to you now! Indeed yes, the fruit falls not far from the tree.Ck Ck,"

"I mean, Mama?" miana asked still holding back.

"Oh, I'm sick, Ma," ringis Miana tried to let go of Miranti's hand.

Miranti saw the stitch wound on Miana's temple exposed and made her squeal restrained.

"This why?" ask Miranti. Pointing a stitch wound to the Miana temple. Slowly he let go of the grip on Miana's hair from being so shocked.

For a moment, Miana felt that she cared about him. Miranti's worried face made Miana get a drop of cool feeling relieving the pain in her head, due to the grip of her hand. "Miana fell, Ma" replied Miana.

"So, my mom doesn't know!" Miranti folded her hands and looked at Miana's face back a few steps and ended up sitting on the bed.

"Or, you just tell papa!" Cecar Miranti accused Miana.

Miana shook her head quickly. "Papa doesn't know this, Ma,"

"Don't you know, papa?" search Miranti.

"Make what Miana's lying, Ma,"

Suddenly the door opened and showed Bi Num walking in a hurry to approach Miana.

"Bener Nyah, Ma'am Mia did not say anything to you about her pain. Lucky Ma'am Mia in help her friend. If not, then Mia must be wretched to be hit by a car, Nyah," said Bi Num who entered the room because she heard the noise.

"Oh. Yes, yes good dong, there are still people who want to nolongin him," said Miranti.

"Mother Mia, good boy, Nyah. There must be a lot of friends who care about him." Bi Num now approached Miana and tidied up her slightly messy hair.

"Yes. Thankfully though. If he doesn't help people. It must be just family-difficult." Miranti turned her body, fed up of seeing her eye-catching art drama. "Oh. Yeah, one more, Miana. Once again I heard Sisil complain to my mother because of you. Don't blame me if you do more than this. Understand you!."

Miana nodded in understanding. His feelings were no longer good when he faced his mother. My mom was never on his side. Considering his right or wrong, he must be the one who ended up being blamed.

"Bi, what did Mama mean? Fruits fall ...?" ask Miana to Bi Num.

"Udah, Ms. Mia. Don't think about it. Mama's like that, right, if it's emotion." Bi Num smiled reassuringly to Miana.

All the events last night made Miana again rub the rest of the pain left in her head. "What's with hurting me, Mama will be relieved? Right or wrong I, will definitely remain the object of the overflow of mama's annoyance."

He wiped away the tears in his eyes, before falling down even more. It scoops up a lot of oxygen supply and exhales slowly, replenishing its strength.

Wearing a helmet and jeans, Miana prepared to ride her favorite Honda Vario. Before turning the motor contact, Miana re-typed the message on Rossy and Mbak Dini, for permission.

This time it was Arga's house. He played the maps app to find out the address that Arga sent. He felt responsible for three days behind Arga because he was still in care. And with this, he will deliver the learning materials that Arga has passed. Initially, he agreed to send by file only. However, after thinking there was nothing wrong he visited Arga again.

While on the trip, he took the time to buy just one hand. Especially since he knew Arga who likes wine and longan. Although he had to spend so deeply, nothing, rather than buying another but not eating, as Miana had in mind.

Arrive in front of the elite two-story housing complex with numbers according to the contents of the message from Arga. Miana stopped while looking back at the maps app. After being sure the address was correct, Miana rang the bell. Not long after, the middle-aged man appeared and answered properly as Miana made sure it was Arga's house.

With Deri's direction, Miana parked the motor beside the car. Although a little afraid of Oma Arga's rejection like the time in the hospital at that time, Miana steadied herself to press the bell on the side of the door.

Unexpectedly, it was Arga who opened the door.

"Hi, Ga. How's it going, okay?" miana asked could not cover her happiness seeing Arga as she always was. Even though the dry wound is still there.

"Come in first, Na," Arga asked and got a nod from Miana.

Walking tail behind Arga, while scanning the layout of the furniture is quite luxurious. Some large to small jars neatly arranged in the corner of the room. A medium-sized chandelier sits above the main living room.

Miana stopped when she saw the middle-aged woman who was carrying a duster. "Excuse me, Mum. Please keep this, yeah." Bi Ida nodded and immediately took her to the side room that Miana believed was the kitchen.

Arga stopped as Miana was talking to Bi Ida. He saw the finger that had been brought by his friend had changed hands.

"What's that?"

"That's, there's wine as well. He said you like. So I brought it," explained Miana.

"There should be no need to bother. We go back, yeah. It's better the atmosphere."

Without protesting again Miana followed Arga's steps.

Ends on the side of the fence like a mini gazebo with a round table and surrounded by four chairs there.

Arga squinted at the sight of Miana's steps looking limited. Not as fast as usual. And soon he found the cause, when his eyes saw both knees wrapped in plaster.

"Lo's knee, why?"

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