The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 59'S

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The group of 12th grade MIPA 1 suddenly boisterous when Bian announced an invitation for his birthday. Tomorrow night.

Bian not only invited one class, but friends from other classes. Especially those he knows. Some of Raya's friends.

Thea and Hazel must have been huddling at Sisil's table. Sounded, they have riweh about the gift they will bring. Black dress code is the main requirement.

"Sil, out of school. We're going straight to the mall!" It was Hazel's invitation and approved by Thea.

"Yes. I'm definitely coming." Disconnect Sisil after a moment of thinking about something.

"Thea's car, yuk. Rame-rames!"

"Gue agrees. You know, I am still poor. Papa I can't afford a car anymore."

"No what. Who's rich, to whom! I'm doain. Tomorrow I'll have another car. And replace us with cars, Lo."

His brother's roaring voice was certainly clearly heard by Miana. At home, Sisil was silent. But who would have thought. His sister had a hidden desire. Sooner or later, if Sisil already has that desire. Surely it will make the papa not bear and try various ways to obey his will Sisil.

Justright. That night, when Surya just came home from work. Sisil has confronted Surya in front of the door of the house. The taxi had just left the front yard of his new home. Sisil was ready at the door when he heard Papa's voice say hello. Not answering greetings. Sisil directly pointed at Surya with his whimper.

"Cape, Pa?"

Solar's closing the door. Then he approached his youngest son. "Sissles. Tumben you equal attention, Papa. What's wrong" asked Papa. His voice is even smooth. Like teasing a child.

"Sil, want a car, Pa. Sil does not want to continue to run nebeng with Hazel. Sil, shame, Pa."

For a moment, Surya let out a short sigh then stroked Sisil's head while taking him for a walk and ended up on the living room sofa. "Will papa, try, yes," said Surya and make Sisil sparkle and scatter into the arms of Surya. Miranti from the dining room was frowning in surprise to see Sisil so happy.

"What event, huh? Hugs?"

"Ma, papa wants to buyin, Sil, car," cried Sisil excited. Of course a happy look also enveloped Miranti.

Miranti snorted for a moment, pinching the husband's arm. "If the child himself asks. New, dijabanin. Mama's asking from prehistoric times, not in horror." Miranti was joking.

The warm portrait of the family in the living room looks harmonious. Miana looked at the carport connecting door. Even just this time the look without burden is now also clearly visible on the face of Miranti. During his stay in the rented. Don't smile. Every day, Miranti just displayed a cloudy face like cloudy about to drop its contents.

Unknowingly, Miana who was about to enter the house, became sculpted. Just stand between the gaps of the door that are not closed perfectly. In front of the connecting door of the carport which only contains one motorcycle.

So unfortunately Surya on Sisil. Until whatever the brother asks is immediately granted by the papa. Miana knows, how papa used his salary money. How papa tried to save in order to meet the needs of his family. Papa even asked him to make provisions every day. Miana realizes, if she becomes a garbage bank by the papa. He became a place where papa revealed all his difficulties.

Although, her position was far different from Sisil, Miana had always been encouraging her. Convince himself, if he has a place in Surya's heart. 'It's okay, papa's not as dear as me. I'm happy enough, to be a place where papa complains.'

"Miana where? Haven't you come home yet?" surya asked a little daze looking for Miana.

That's the simple thing Surya said. However, it did make Miana happy. Feeling loved, worried and considered a family member by them.

"It's coming home soon, too" Miranti broke up while grabbing Surya's briefcase. The couple rushed to his room followed by Sisil who continued to show a smile.

A residential style house with three bedrooms with bathrooms inside is the choice of Surya. The other room is one living room, one dining room, one kitchen room and one warehouse space that is directly adjacent to the bathroom. There is no upstairs. Surya deliberately chose this model. Besides the price is not too high. He has such simple taste.

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Just now Miana finished cleaning herself up. His phone's been ringing call signs. The name Riska appears to welcome Miana's sense of sight. While pressing the towel stick on her hair that is still wet, Miana put the flat object of the beloved of a million people there.

"Yobosey .... Haha ... Bjoum, Mianhae. Ops! Yes why? ... I am on holiday today .. Yeah, hell. I forget. I can be ready now."

Miana turned off the phone. Still chuckling remembering all the swearing of his best friend. Riska grumbled to file a protest if Miana lured her with that language.

Miana likes Korean dramas while Riska prefers vocal groups in the country. Very contrasting indeed. So no wonder, if Miana likes to speak the language of the other country, Riska will nag her from a to z. Because he is not also quick to memorize some languages there. Of course, all he saw was the visuals and the song. The others were not so he noticed.

Don't want Riska getting upset. He immediately improved and prepared himself, before Riska reached his front home.

[Lo's house is deserted. People say, You moved. Move where?]

Miana patted her eel. He almost forgot this one thing. It tells him the address of his new home. Even though they are neighbors. Although different blocks.

Miana immediately pressed the maps app and shared her current position with Arga. This might come as a surprise to Arga. He also sent a voice note to Arga because he was in a hurry.

"Ga, if Lo there needs to be the same me, I'm sorry. I want to go out with Riska. Want to find a gift for Bian.'

After sending his voice to Arga. Miana put the phone in a sling bag.

The legs wrapped in loose Jogger pants make Miana's steps wider with the sound of Riska's car horn.

"Where are you going?" ask Miranti. His eyes scanned the child from top to toe.

"Miana's out for a second, Ma. Same Riska, that's the guy behind the fence." point to Miana. Pointing Out the fence. Black SUV with Risk in it.

"Labour, you!"

"Miana's in love this holiday, Ma."

"Ck, wear all holidays. Don't forget, yeah! Help papa pay off the home installments. You know, Sisil has long wanted a car. So this time show your devotion to this family."

Yes, mama's right. He must show his sense of duty. Although that sentence seems to bring up the past. Miana did not try to deny it.

"Good, Ma,"

Miana exhaled a rough breath. The moment Miranti had already passed from before him.

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Miana and Riska, have circled outlet after outlet on the second floor of the mall. However, the item he was looking for had not yet been found. Yeah, that's how women are. They will circle the entire mall but will return to their original place.

I don't know what they're looking for. Traveling around like that has become a pleasure in itself. And you will not be satisfied with just one place.

Until he stops at one place and catches something he can give Bian as a gift.

The choice falls on sunglasses and racer-style gloves. He thinks both of those things Bian needs a lot. If not on the circuit. So, wearing it on public streets will also be useful.

"Why do you choose gloves, Na?" ask Riska. His eyes and hands were still busy choosing the brand of perfume that Bian used to wear. Of course it was on the advice of Miana. As someone who was once close to Bian. Of course Miana knows what Bian likes.

"Yes ... I want this love again." Miana raised the toote bag in her hand. He decided to wrap it at home. More efficient and deliberately hone your own creativity.

Miana waited for Riska who was still shopping for her own needs. In the waiting chair he only noticed a few visitors passing by. Until the shakes of her phone reminded Miana of Arga's message earlier.

[Gue join can?]

One message Arga makes Miana suddenly beat uncharacteristically. He had to refrain from squealing from being too happy. What would it be like if Arga joined him and Riska.

Miana did not reply to Arga's message. He was back to choking. Arga was standing before him. White snakes with black jeans, white shirts and matching colored hoodies have bandaged his athletic body. Miana could only flinch in her place. The contents of his head were admiring the sculpture of a living creature named Argaza Zayn Mahendra. A classmate of his who managed to shift his position from the defending champion parallel. 'this is my destiny?'

..._tbc_...

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I love the visual bonus Arga, Miana and Bian my version yes,

Mianhae, like all of you ''re a 'server