The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 53S

The call on Bi Num many times Miana shouted. However, it also does not get any endorsement by the name owner. Miana thought, Bi Num is going to the market as usual. But the house is so quiet silent only the ticking of the clockwork fills the sound.

Sisil hasn't come home yet. Miranti was heard in the room receiving a phone call. It was heard from behind the bedroom door, though it was not so obvious. Because Miana did not intend to eavesdrop on the conversation.

She quickly changed her school uniform with a casual dress. He settles down on the bed and plays cell phone for a while. He exchanged chats with Riska and had an absurd chat with his best friend.

Risk: Serious Lo is not interested in this?

Riska sent dozens of photos and Vidio to Miana. "Buseet, where did this come from, anyway. Where clear all," said Miana while chuckling. He was presented with various photos with almost similar faces. The 21-member vocal group began to be the topic of Riska and Miana's conversation this afternoon.

^^^Miana: Crazy, Lo. Beginian collection.^^^

Risk: Halu is free. AQ love died with Lee Taeyong, you know.

Riska switched modes and enthusiastically discussed her idol figure. Up to an hour later the call was cut off because Riska was running out of batres.

Not long ago Riska returned to chat with the same topic.

Miana: Yes. Hand over. But not jealous, Bayu?^^^

Risk: No. If he's jealous most go racing with Bian.

^^^Miana: Bian did not like wild racing anymore.^^^

Riska: You don't know, Bian has a private circuit?

Miana frowned, as far as Bian used to love wild racing. Not for his personal circuitry.

^^^Miana: Don't know,🤔^^^

Risk: Deh, suck. Have a boyfriend tajir no Lo merainin first before breaking🤣🤣🤣.

^^^*Miana: Get started, ️.^^^

^^^I am looking for a new idol**.^^^

Miana closes the chat app with Riska. If continued, can hundreds of chat to discuss the matter of Bian. And he doesn't want to talk about that anymore.

I got the idea from Miana to search for Arga profile on Instagram account. Unfortunately, the account is locked. He must follow her first and wait for approval.

He deliberately scrolling on search sites, because Riska is so enthusiastic when discussing K-Pop idols, it becomes entertainment when he unwinds. After enough he switched on another account to search for processed cakes and the like.

Miana accidentally saved a post making caramel painting. He was interested in the unique one of the processed cookies wrapped in pieces of beans on the caramel. Especially with the taste that fits on the tongue.

Miana recalled, when she went to Arga's house at that time, she was once in the same processed suguhi. "Later tonight, take Bi Num, make this, time, yes," muttered Miana. He was very interested in presenting one of the accounts there. "It can be made this business, mah," he said again.

Slowly drowsiness and fatigue brought Miana to sleep. Go to dreamland to meet Lucas NCT is so charming. Maybe because indeed the content of chat with Riska is sometimes absurd to be carried away to the subconscious.

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The fishy-scented splash of water disrupts Miana's sleep. He blinked and opened his eyes quickly as the splash of water increasingly hit his face. Even to the point of feeling sore when it hits the eyes.

"Mama,"

"Wake up! Even afternoon was good for sleep. The dishwasher, a lot of it, it's been waiting!" Miranti ruffled waist. While Miana was still adjusting, regaining her consciousness.

Miana glanced at the wall clock at a glance. He only slept an hour. But it feels like hours. I don't know when was the last time he took a nap. It feels like I forgot. Usually, after school he works. But not for today. Remembering his hands are still so sore if exposed to water. Although the wound has dried up some of it.

"Yes, Ma." Miana slowly got out of bed. Miranti left immediately.

Miana quickly washed the dishes and her friends in the kitchen. When he finished, he grinded the dirty laundry in the corner of the bathroom. He forgot about his hand.

For a moment, Miana felt hungry and opened the hood cover in the middle of the table. There are only two pieces of tofu and one centong vegetable. It was enough to make his stomach full.

Finished eating, Miana was drying clothes beside the house. There was a neighbor who was passing by, Miana immediately greeted as usual.

One, two, three neighbors who suddenly looked at him with a look of pity that made Miana increasingly unsettled. He is not so concerned, as long as he does not do things that harm others.

"Sir Miana," called a nine-year-old boy from behind the fence.

"Yes" answered Miana. Stopped his hand from the laundry pile. Some are in hanger. While there is still half a bucket that he has not put on the hanger.

"Please, Gaza dong's ball." Show a boy named Gaza on the ball next to Miana.

Miana immediately picked up the ball and threw it at Gaza behind the one-meter-high fence.

"Together, Gaza," replied Miana.

"Kasian sister, now no one is helping sister anymore. Don't be sad, yeah." Gaza left after pointing the thumb at Miana.

Although she did not understand, Miana just smiled watching her neighbor's child.

Time is getting late afternoon. When Miana had already cleaned herself up and returned to her room. He felt there was less. He realized that Bi Num did not come home if only going to the market as he predicted.

As Miana frowned in front of the mirror she frowned looking at a piece of paper that read 'from Bi Num to Miana' under her makeup pouch.

A series of words amazed happy and happy to be able to care for him since he was still learning to walk. Apologies and advice were also there. In the last verse an apology for her and for her family ended the middle-aged woman's graffiti.

His eyes blurred with the urging of tears that forced out, as word for word Bi Num wrote in the white paper. Bi Num has left home.

Miana was sure this was the work of her mother. Recalling this morning a sharp accusation he had heard in his hearing.

"Bi Num," cried Miana among her sobs.

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Free pursuit. In search of it would no longer exist. Two hours have passed. Miana has no Bi Num at the station.

With gontai Miana stepped closer to the stop to return home. The 160 cm tall body clad in jeans and a white turtleneck sweater could not hide his sadness.

Bi Num's cell phone, can't be contacted anymore. Or indeed deliberately Bi Num deactivate the phone. He was even sadder when the money sold today was given by a neighbor beside the house to him.

Bi Num was still thinking about it. When his own relatives don't care about him. He who is only a stranger behaves like his own mother to her. "Bi Num, sorry Miana," he said swallowed sobbing.

After winning themselves. Miana checked her phone. He took a portrait of the night street from the corner of the stop where he was silent. He uploaded it on his sw and social accounts

Then many people who are busy on their respective goals do not also make their hearts warm. Quiet, even though Miana was already standing among the crowd.

The twilight is beginning to show. Miana was enjoying every step of her journey by the road. He had not walked for a long time to just unwind like this.

The vibration on the phone that was inside the sling bag paused his steps for a moment. He pulled over for a while to open some messages there. One message from Sisil, asking for his whereabouts. He took the time to reply if he was looking for his personal needs. Eight messages from Arga and three missed calls from Bian were also present.

The same question was asked by Arga. Although his heart slowly warmed up gained that little attention. He does not immediately acknowledge his existence. 'Gue is fine, ' he wrote in a chat room with Arga.

One call from Bian can not be avoided while in online mode. He immediately pressed the accept button and welcomed a barrage of questions from Bian. "What's at the station? It was afternoon too. Just who the hell?" blow Bian from across there.

"Where do you know I'm at the station, Bi?"

"Ck. You forget who I am" pressed Bian.

Miana inhaled air for a moment to reduce the sound of her voice. "Gue take a walk, aja, Bi. Again at home."

"Who's Lo there? It can't be the same risk, right? Because he wants to ngedate with Bayu out of magrib."

"Emmm. Joints–, uh equals Bi Num." Miana immediately rectified her honesty. He was afraid that Bian would catch up with him and interrupt his day.

"I think again the path is the same as people," said Bian sounding relieved.

"That's who?" ask Miana.

"Yes, there's."

"Who, Bi?" miana Cecar.

"Ck. Yeah, you can go with anyone. Just don't Arga."

"Well, why?"

"Stop. Tempt me, yes, ex-boyfriend! You know I still love Lo, right. Even if you put up the same distance. But don't stop me from caring the same. Many men are just looking for something. Afterwards it could easily leave after getting her wish,"

Miana smiled wryly. "Thank you, yeah, Bi. I care about you,"

"What the hell. I seriously. Yes, I went home. Careful, yes!"

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cieeeee, in gebetan. in the former, less what the hell??

less Bi Num, yes, patience yes Miana.🤗🤗🤗