The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 54'S

Get home. Miana could not immediately sleep well. Home has been welcomed a series of tasks commonly done by Bi Num. From cooking to other household tasks.

Until Surya gets home from work, Miana is still struggling in the kitchen to cook the menu for tomorrow morning.

"Rest first, work tomorrow again, Miana." Surya looks pity to see Miana who does all the household chores herself. He understood very well the sadness that Miana was experiencing. Even so, he did not want to bring back about Bi Num.

"Yes, Pa. It's awkward. All you want to cook aj, tomorrow morning stay angelin." Miana tidied up the potato skin she had just peeled off. And get ready to fry it.

Miana doesn't want to talk about Bi Num anymore. He's been able to confirm all this because of Miranti. While the papa could not possibly refute the wishes of Miranti. He had already memorized the weakness of the father.

Surya was also not so surprised, with the sudden return of Bi Num. And decided not to come back. Although it does not justify the way Miranti expels Bi Num. However, denying Miranti, nor could he do.

Every second feels different. The warmth of Bi Num still continued to ring in Miana's mind. When the body wants to scream, wants to complain, he always remembers the advice of Bi Num. 'People say, sincerity has its limits. As Allah says, the reward of patience is limitless.'

"What help, brother?" tawar Sisil when he saw Miana was still busy with a frying pan.

Miana smiled and looked at the still-empty tear. "Help the onion can, Sil?" pinta Miana hesitated. Sisil has not helped in the kitchen since childhood. It was definitely because Miranti was so pampering him.

Visibly, Sisil began to carefully separate the thin skin of the onion. Sometimes he wipes his eyes that start to water. Miana held out a tissue and immediately received Sisil while laughing a little.

"It turns out, just because onions can make a cry yes," said Sisil with his hands still busy wiping the corner of the eye. He raided many times according to Miana's advice.

At first glance, the two look so harmonious with occasional jokes. Sisil was so enthusiastic to see the stage of the brother who was cooking fried sambal ati ampela, his favorite.

It turned out long enough, and it made Sisil also remember Bi Num. 'It turns out, so Bi Num, it's this heavy. I haven't even had time to say thank you to him.'

Sisil saw the nanar of his favorite dishes that have been presented neatly in a large bowl. She and Miana were in the kitchen for almost an hour to finish one of her favorite dishes.

The excitement was immediately erased with the arrival of Miranti. Who did not want Sisil to bother to help Miana. "What if Sisil was exposed to a lot of smoke and recurred again. Want you, Sisil sick?" tuding Miranti exploded.

"Ma. Sil who wants to help himself, really. In fact, it turns out a long time ago cooking Sisil's favorite cuisine. Sil, so know now. We trouble Bi Num a lot, Ma," Defa Sisil.

Miranti stared intently at Sisil. "You're this. You can buy Bi Num, yes. Look your brother's wounds haven't dried up. Want more and more injured if we eventually nampung Bi Num!"

Miana frowned in wonder. Miranti could have taken shelter from her wound to make Bi Num leave her. Denying any, surely Miranti will be longer make rowdy peace home. He decided to keep quiet without showing his defense to Bi Num again.

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Miana is not a closed type that can hide her own injuries. Moreover, throughout the English subjects this morning, Riska continued to observe him. The message from Riska last night was deliberately left without reply. Until finally this morning Riska urged him to tell her everything.

Some students have left their benches to rest outside the classroom. Only a few remained in the classroom with their own activities.

Near the door, there is a relaxed talk like the middle of doing pdkt. At the teacher's desk there is a small discussion seen a little arguing about the task of Bu Ifha who became a PR. In another corner, some were busy with flat screens in the grasp.

"Lo is alone in this, Beib," Riska said after Miana told him what happened to her.

Miana smiled and pinched softly next to Riska's cheek. "Gue's okay, really." Miana pressed both cheeks with her palm. "Nihh, I can still smile. Still beautiful can not fade," said Miana with a little narcissistic.

Miana glanced at the back of her stool. He needs to shrink his voice a little so as not to disturb the occupants of the bench behind him. Seen closed eyes, even though the headset is already in his ear. Just be careful not to repeat the same thing. A few months ago.

Miana's smile was contagious until Riska also published a smile of admiration for her best friend. After that, Riska throbbed when it was so clear her eyes saw the eyes of a panda on the face of her best friend.

"Akh, Iyeah!" Miana quickly searched her phone and reflected there. "Mmm, looks yes. So Kunti cake isn't, si, the vibes?"

"Sok-sook use all vibes, not Lo really pay attention to the appearance. Rada is strange indeed, Lo often chat with Angel, yes you know," Riska leaned her head on the table between the two.

"Any time, there is a handsome prince who wants to look at me, Ris," said Miana with a little joke.

"Hedecc. Serah, Lo said what. Just so happy, so be it." Riska said as she rolled her eyes.

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Bian stopped Miana's steps. As he walked towards the school parking lot. Offering help when Miana needs it. Miana smiled back showing her slowly drying arm. He also showed me his motor. Signs that he doesn't need help anymore. Bian complies and decides to go home with Arkan after seeing Miana is fine.

When she was about to wear a jacket, Miana saw that Arga's motorbike was still there. He looked around for the owner of the motorbike.

There was no sign of Arga's presence even though Miana had been waiting for him for a few minutes there.

Not long after, Miana saw Arga coming out of the guidance room. The relaxed face still looked handsome although not the slightest bit of reviewing the smile there.

"He, the longer the more saucy, si," muttered Miana. He watched as each Arga stepped closer and closer to the parking lot.

Arga realized he was being noticed by a man standing beside his motorbike. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, making sure of something. "Ck, he's again. The more noisy my life is to meet him. Why haven't you gone home, anyway, she's, "her inner self.

Step closer Little wrong behavior but Arga can hide neatly behind his relaxed face.

Arga passed Miana just like that, with no intention of opening the conversation. Although he was eager to show the reason for his existence.

His hands deftly wear a famous labeled jacket that perfects his appearance.

While Miana just silently grinned a smile. Watching Arga repeatedly steal a glance at him. "We see, Arga. How cute, Lo, I don't see my eyes here, "inner Miana.

For a long time, Arga was uncomfortable. He swept his gaze across the parking lot. There are only a few motorcycles there. However, not with any other lifeless figure, other than he and Miana.

"When are you, Lo diem over there? Want to dry your body in the sun?" arga said without looking at Miana. He believes his interlocutor is still silent near his motorcycle. Not intending to see it. Afraid of the strange effect of seeing a smile of the interlocutor.

Miana widened her smile. "Yes, I won," he murmured softly as he clenched his hand.

"Back together, yes, Ga," Miana replied excitedly.

"No. I still have business," he refused while wearing a helmet and turning on his motorbike.

"Yes, already. Take care, yes," cried Miana before Arga darted away first.

'Nauzubillah, 'Cueknya. But how I like it, si, 'the monologue.

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Ck Ck Ck, cold soft lah, this Arga, 🤣🤣

gut morning everbody???🤗