The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 52'S

Once I knew Miana did not bring a motorbike, Arga immediately offered Miana to go home. Iba see hands that still look reddish tend to blacken it looks uncomfortable.

Prestigious indeed to admit if he did hold such a big concern.

"You're nebeng, aren't you? You need a ride." Arga really takes care of his image.

"Lo tuh, want to nganterin me, use the language of the drag, Ga." Miana seemed to know, indeed Arga was a difficult person to express a concern.

"Heh, different means. I'm just talking, but sometimes you need a ride. I'm not the one who made Lo anterin!" Arga is still at a sky-high prestige.

Miana pengulum smiles. As if knowing the mind Arga. "Yes, deh. Then, I'll ask for a ride with Lo."

Arga glanced lazily, then walked first to pick up the bike. Every step, Arga incessantly extended his smile.

Arga quickly turns on the engine and approaches Miana, who is still waiting at the side of the school park.

Without much debate, he quickly brought Miana home. Leaving the school grounds.

He knew Angel was watching from a distance. Although he is compassionate but honest is the most appropriate choice. He was relieved, at least he didn't see a woman begging him for love. And some time ago Arga had to be honest with Angel, because Angel forced to want to know the woman that Arga likes.

"Gue likes someone." That's what Arga said when Angel gave lunch, when Arga just stayed in class.

Be ill. Angel still smiles. He took Miana's stool and sat there. Stay with the effort. "Gue doesn't care, Arga. I like it the same, Lo."

In Arga's heart clucked. I don't want to be a witness to a woman begging for love. Reduced his self-esteem. It was enough for him to witness Surya pleading with Sarah when he was a child. Begging for mercy to think of her sick self. Had enough. He hates anything that is coercive.

"Gini, yes, Ngel. Use only logic. Why pursue a train that is clearly the goal. Wouldn't it be better to find another fleet. You can get to the same destination but in a different way."

"Lo's goal is not to be a special friend who understands Lo better, right. Then do you want to wait for me who obviously can not like to Lo. I can't understand Lo. There is, You will walk in place with free. You cannot reach your goal. Lo it's a girl, love yourself Lo, Ngel."

Angel silently permeated every word that came out of Arga. Didn't expect to get feedback from heart-pounding Arga. Why is he so stupid to spend time and money on people who obviously do not accept it to be his goal.

"If so, you have to be honest who the lucky people you like are."

Arga refused to answer. However, he had to answer so that Angel stopped the feeling that only made his obsession.

"Gue should know. So that I can learn a lot from him." Angel still forced Arga.

"He ... Miana."

Angel was no longer surprised. From the beginning he had indeed seen the invisible look of love from within Arga's view on Miana. He already knows. But he insisted on knowing it himself and declaring it himself.

"Indeed the special ap7a from Miana?" urged Angel.

Arga slightly pulled the corner of her lips. Imagine how Miana he knew. "He. sincere."

A word from Arga. Short but so much meaning in it..

Arga seemed to want to show his words were true. Not a bit made up. Or just to make Angel deterred. He learned a lot from Dharma–paanya, in order to keep the feelings of a woman. Even with Sarah, her mother.

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Miana feels something is wrong with Arga. He never felt like he was telling his current home address.

But now, without Miana telling her where she lives, Arga already knows. They even went through a shortcut.

He endured his curiosity, until he arrived at the porch of the house. "Helms, Lo." Miana gives Arga a helmet. I don't know what the rival meant to give him a helmet, while he did not wear any protection when driving on the highway.

As Arga prepares to wear his helmet. Miana's one hand held Arga quickly.

"Ga. How do you know my house moved here?' pointing Miana at the target to make Arga silenced. He could only sit in his place. His eyes pricked in motion while the brain kept him forced to give the most reasonable reason. There's no way he'd confess if he ever followed Miana after work. Sneakily.

Because Arga didn't answer the question either. A conclusion was present in Miana's mind. "Don't tell me, you followed me when I got home from school!"

To break his nervousness. Arga repeatedly ruffled his hair. "Emm, yeah. Not really, anyway. Because I was in a bad mood at the time. Ever come from the road. I don't know my way right behind the bike, Lo. Yes, keep going. Until, Lo turns in the front alley."

Arga glanced at the motorbike and the license plate of the vehicle that he recognized was on the porch next to the house. He smiled faintly feeling he found the most appropriate reason without having to look for any other classic reason. "Whoever knows this is Lo's house. So don't ge-er anymore. Amused me."

"I mean Lo?" telisik Miana's.

"That's Lo's motor there, right'!" Point at Arga with his chin.

Miana looked at her motorbike for a moment. It's right there. He nodded in understanding. However, it was still not satisfied with Arga's reply. "Oh, gituuu. Kirain Lo is secretly my stalker!"

"Lack of work," said Arga quickly.

There are probably many cars with the same model. But how to know the owner if not memorized by the license plate number. "Pretend not to care that, it was not in harmony with reality yes, Ga."

"And that high level of confidence makes the mouth more slurred, yes, Miana."

"It's hard to admit?" tuding Miana's.

This time Arga was silent. Unretaliating. Nor do they intend to deny. Because Miana's accusation is true.

"That's it. I'm home. The longer I stay here, the longer my ears get hearing loss."

"Emang I'm a rice grinder machine, which disturbs Lo's hearing," Miana said. The feet also stomped in annoyance at Arga's sneer.

"Gue went straight back, yeah. Don't tell me thank you, I'm sincere."

Miana snorted as she flicked her lips. "Basic babes, yeah."

"Lo is more cool again," Arga replied while wearing a helmet and began to turn on the engine of the motor. "No need to work first, before the hands heal properly, lo," Arga said as she passed away.

After Arga is no longer seen. Miana smiled disdainfully. "How you pay attention to me is different, Ga." A smile always rises on the face of the baby. Feeling its own happiness can argue with Arga.

'It seems, indeed I have fallen in love with Lo.' Miana said in her mind. He held his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart that was beating faster than usual.

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"... Is anyone in love?? That's how it is" 🤭🤭🤭

Maap new up. Not feeling well. 🙏🙏

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