The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 6'S

Some friends deliberately kept a distance with Miana about the photo. However, Miana did not want to bother. Because he didn't do what they expected. Miana only hoped that they would behave as usual if they did know Miana well, including Bian.

Miana hasn't been able to explain anything to Bian. Bian seemed to be deliberately keeping his distance from him. For Miana all will be free, Bian's hard character is not easy to accept his explanation especially what Bian has seen with his own eyes.

Although Miana was indeed sad, because Bian decided it was one-sided. He does not want to dissolve.

"Maybe it's time I let Bian go so that Sisil can be happy and return to being the sweet and kind sister I've longed for."

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The impromptu group made by Miana suddenly a little noisy because Miana invited her three friends to gather in front of the agreed store. They decided to go to the production house to make meubel. The place is still in town. So they decided to do the task quickly, without delaying again.

An hour at home, Miana was cleaning up and eating with her mother and Sisil.

"Ma, Sil wants to go to area A for interview assignments, Sil wants extra money, nih. There will be urgent needs. Afraid of Sil's money is not enough" Sisil asked Miranti.

"Ck, you gotta save, donk, Sil. You want to be punished like Miana" said Mama. Not forgetting mama glanced at Miana who was still eating quietly.

"Mama," whined Sisil showed a withered face.

Miana certainly did not miss this opportunity as well. "Mia, donk too, Ma. Mama knows for herself, Mia's ATM is still in mama," she pleaded. Although he still has a deposit from the results of setting aside his own allowance and will use it if he is pressed.

"You, again, go along! Mama's ration is also reduced this way. Though mama tomorrow there is still arisan, must pay cod also Mama's order. Not to mention, next week mama's schedule to the salon. You guys are, ah, make your mom's production swell," mama's cerocos mention her production.

"Mama. The same child himself itung-kunasi," decak Sisil.

"Diem you!" Mama held out three hundred thousand pieces to Sisil. "Now, don't forget to make SW so papa knows, yes, this mama's production for you really!"

"Sengkiyu, mama," Sisil hugged his mother and kissed her cheek at a glance and then moved from her seat.

"Sil go first." Sisil spoke while stepping his feet from the dining room. "First, yes, brother," cried Sisil again.

Now, Miana and Mama are at the dinner table. He put on a smile and hoped he would get some extra money from his mom.

"Make Miana there, don't you, Ma?" the door to Mama.

"Ck, fight, bkin dizzy, Mama, hell!' Mama held out one hundred thousand pieces of money to Miana. "Nih, don't forget to stop by my mom's favorite martabak shop later, yes," Mama's pinta behind the realization of Miana's request.

Much the same. Miana stared at the piece of money beside her plate. In his heart he was sad, not because his mother asked him to buy him a martabak. But, why from the first mama always distinguish him and Sisil. In any case. Like this time and it happened over and over again. However, even so Miana remained grateful, maybe with this mama will soften her attitude more. Because he has become a submissive child.

"Thank you, yes, Ma hopefully my favorite martabak will still be open or not run out." Miana kisses your hand and intends to hug or kiss your cheek as Sisil did.

"Not to kiss, Mama, please! I don't like your perfume!" fierce Miranti.

Miana smelled his body. The perfume she uses is a light and relaxing vanilla scent perfume. But my mom still doesn't like it. "Come on, Ma," bela Miana was sad.

Inwardly, Miana felt gamelan. Why does my mom not want to be around him. Such thinking has existed since he went to elementary school. However, someone who always reminds her to be a jolly child and dismiss bad thoughts, does not feel to form Miana into a friendly girl and always think positive until her teenage years.

Mama glanced lazily at Miana.

Miana grimaced, nodding. "Miana, go first, yes, Ma. Assalamualaikum,"

"Waalaikumsalam," answered the mother at that time while eating lunch again.

As soon as Miana put on her jacket and put on that cute bogo-shaped helmet, Bi Num's voice distracted her. "Mama, wait."

Bi Num, the middle-aged woman has served in the Surya family since 15 years ago. Two years since Miana was born. Only occasionally did Bi Num take leave, when she gave birth to her only child, who is currently in the village.

"Yes, Bi. Mia said goodbye, yeah." Mia shook Bi Num's hand and kissed him.

Miana used to do that from a small age. Perhaps the master's son kissing the hand of an ART is still so rare. Even very rarely. Not for Miana, though. Ever since he was a Kindergarten and a teacher gave him a lesson honoring older people. That's what Miana always does. It made the woman called BI Num by Miana feel touched to make Bi Num consider Miana like her own child.

"It's from Auntie. Make extra pocket money." Bi Num slipped a few pieces of money in Miana's pocket.

Miana was surprised to see the money in her pocket. "Auntie knows my ATM is confiscated, yes," said Miana.

"Obviously know, Ma'am. So don't be sad, there's still Auntie, here." Bi Num patted his chest, revealing his comedic behavior like a strong man. The fat woman was strengthening her employer's child who was treated differently by her own mother.

Miana chuckled, then immediately boarded her beloved matic motorbike.

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Miana pulled the bike over, a little wobbly because her friends had not yet shown themselves at the appointment place. Five minutes of Miana waiting, Angel came between the bulges. Talked briefly about readiness to Miana. Not long ago a big bike came with Rio who appeared behind a full face helmet in black. Rio and Angel are ready with all their equipment. Not much, Rio took out a tripod, a note book to take down important things. While Miana is ready with leptop and other fittings in her backpack.

Until they realized that ten minutes were waiting for Arga.

"Ck, Lo, call again, there!" Rio turned to Miana for her to call Arga.

"Gue aja, deh, Mia," said Angel with a smile scrolling through the phone. Then put it on the ear.

The phone still rings. Hopefully they all wait.

The white Honda Brio pulled over behind Miana, Angel and Rio. Then a tall man emerged from behind the steering door. Jeans, checkered shirts rolled up to elbow wrapped a tall body, Arga. Not forgetting the relaxed expression on her face made Angel and Miana a little annoyed.

"That's it," said Angel. He approached Arga with a slightly sullen face. "On the phone from earlier kok not lifted, anyway, Ga." Angel murmured, Miana and Rio came closer.

"Yes, right, I'm here." said Arga casually. His eyes looked at the two motors behind Miana and Rio.

"We leave using my car alone, your motorbike is tipped in the front minimarket." Point Arga at a minimarket not far from them.

There was no more commotion, Angel immediately got in the car. Rio and Miana parked their respective motors.

Agra waited for two of her friends to get in the car. Then forward the car towards the production house according to their discussion in the group chat earlier. Although Arga only once commented, in fact he also listened. He followed the division of tasks that Miana shared.

There was no commotion between Arga and Miana like the day before, as the two people on the same side of the car were still on each other's minds.

Rio and Arga were sitting in the front, while Miana and Angel were sitting on two seats in the back.

Every now and then, Rio who sat beside Arga in front aimed at Arga according to the map instructions on his phone.

"Tumben Lo antennas, Na. Don't-don't, Lo hasn't eaten, well," Rio's questioning. "Or Lo is still sad at Bian's breakup." Rio again expressed his opinion because he felt that Miana's cherry attitude had suddenly disappeared.

"Nothing, I want to get it." Miana leaned her head against the car door. He still remembered the treatment of the mother earlier, sad could not be avoided. Which child will not be sad if parents clearly distinguish their affection. "It's far away, isn't it, anyway?" miana asked glanced at Angel's phone.

"Live three kilos, '" said Angel because he monitored the location on his mobile application.

Arga glanced at the inner rearview on it. He saw Miana, who was chin-backed, looking out at the car, like he was thinking about something. "If it is diem, sweet too," Arga's mind.

"To me ready, the letter of duty first." Miana again searched for a map containing a letter of duty that had been signed by the secretary.

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