The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 68'S

"And Lo is not hurt. For all the mama and sodara Lo?" treatment?" ask Arga. After listening to all the stories of the girl beside him.

"Lying, if I say, no heartache, Ga," replied Miana.

Miana told me the things she had been through all this time. Even for Sisil's reasons that ruined his relationship with Bian first. He also clarified the matter of the photo that used to be excited at the beginning of the 12th grade. Until the name of cheap girl also included in his name. Trying not to care much. After all, he had not done anything low all this time. Gradually, his classmates were deterred by themselves.

Arga got the answer. The question that used to always revolve in his mind had already been revealed by his figure straight away. In the past, he tried to ignore it and was not interested in the prickly shoes circulating in his new class at that time. Feeling it's none of his business.

Arga stuck an isotonic bottle on the long-haired girl beside him.

"Good, Ga."

There was no exaggerated sad look that he had on his cute face. In fact, the injustice he got could have made others close themselves. But, the girl beside him did not show that. Tends to be cheerful and jolly. Or indeed, he was just hiding behind his rame attitude?

"Where have we been? I want to take a walk, Lo." Arga asked after Miana closed the bottle.

Miana swept around him. The city park is the place with Arga to uncover all the things that Arga asked. After a little tension in the house.

"Gue wants to go to Ancol." Miana's reply made Arga now frown at him.

"Why Ancol?"

"Because, last time I was there when I was in Kindergarten."

Arga was surprised to hear that. After that he understood from the story of Miana. The Arga caught, a lot of childhood to adolescence with Bi Num. So he was not surprised, Miana was so lost when Bi Num, decided to return to her hometown.

"OKs. We're walking now." Arga stood up, extending his hand. There was a very faint smile on his face.

Miana quickly grabbed Arga's hand. He just scrunched his lips. The sparkle of happiness cannot be covered. I will not miss this opportunity. Miana received Arga's hand. For a moment Arga tightened his hand. Making Miana smile wider, displaying a neatly arranged line of teeth there.

"Thank you, Arga."

'Beautiful, ' Inner Arga. Of course, Arga was not used to voicing what he had in mind.

He quickly brought Miana as he wanted. Leaving the city park to Ancol. The heat of the capital is not so disturbing two people who are soaring together. Both of them so enjoy every spin of a pair of wheels that collide on the asphalt of the road.

Sometimes Arga held Miana's hands together. In order to be able to perfectly circle embrace his back.

Luckily, Miana used a mask. So that every hue of his face can be disguised. And so is Arga. He took cover from the full face helmet he was wearing.

"Why not wear a jacket, anyway? The heat, it will be," Arga said as he stopped at a red light.

"No, it's normal" said Miana.

"Buy, jacket, first, how?" bargain Arga. He turned his head full on Miana.

Being so close to her made Miana misbehave.

"No, no, Arga." Miana refused. Because it was no problem for him to heat up.

"You know, I brought the car."

"Not what, it's more comfortable like this."

Miana's words sounded ludicrous to Arga. He must have meant something else Miana.

"You, really mode, can hug me, right." Arga glanced at Miana from her rearview mirror.

"Arga, uh." Miana patted hard on Arga's back. His face was clearly flushed with embarrassment or rather mispronounced.

Not separated from the debate anymore, the two seemed so ordinary with such a small storm. Miana tried to resist because the price there could be for two pieces of clothes at the supermarket at a discount. But, Arga ignored him. Finally, the choice fell on a matching color jeans jacket like the one Arga wore. It's just, there are no motifs and torn styles there.

Forty minutes they reached their destination. Because Sunday, of course there are very crowded.

The day has entered the time of Ashar. Miana invites Arga to do her duty first. Afterwards the two met in the courtyard of the mosque in the area. Choose to walk down the beach.

Arga did not let their hands slip for long. Always he links back those two hands if it comes off for a moment. As if to show that Miana is his.

When the situation is silent for a moment. Both of them were busy feeling every pounding of his heart. Is this what people say about the beauty of falling in love?

For Arga this was the first time he had fallen in love. Not with Miana. He's experienced this before, on Bian. The one who was taken by his beloved sister.

I will not forget those memories. Until now, Bian had been in the story of his life. And now, he had to keep what he had in his grasp.

"Think what, anyway?" asked Arga breaking the silence.

"Again, remember this place. It turns out I haven't been here in a long time."

Arga turned to grab Miana's shoulder. "Sit there, yuk!" Arga pointed to a place provided by the tourist.

Two young coconuts were in front of them. Sit together while observing the visitors and the atmosphere of the beach. The waves that are mutually unpretentious into a soothing rhythm that Miana had not heard for a long time.

The sound of children playing in the sand or chasing each other became the focus of Miana at this time. He remembers being with his family here. Papa and Mama were so excited to take pictures with Sisil. He will be the only picture-taker. There are only one, two photos of him in the family portrait. He had printed it out and kept it in his notebook. And on his own initiative.

How obvious Miranti distinguishes her affection since childhood. However, it was always Miana tepis with the pain in the younger sister. Maybe Sisil should get special attention. That was his positive thinking all along.

Arga silently observed Miana's movements. After forty minutes passed, he could only see the face of the lover through the rearview motorbike. It was still covered in a mask.

Miana's attenuation switched on her phone which kept vibrating. He opened his phone by typing the code. Arga remembered that. But he held it because Miana was seen replying to a message.

"Who?" tanya Arga started to cultivate jealousy.

"Bian, he knows we're made."

"Oooh," answered Arga briefly.

"No, not surprised where he got it?" ask Miana. He kept his phone in his mini backpack. Then he put it on the table in front of him.

"Gue update story' earlier." Arga grinned with a smile watching Miana's wide-eyed face.

Miana quickly returned to pick up her phone. Right, Arga is uploading a story on the story' WhatsApp. Portrait of Miana posing. He was wide-eyed, noticing his portrait in the old town last night. "Ihh, steal my picture!" Miana landed a pinch on Arga's arm. Although Arga had tried to avoid. In fact, his arm was still hit by Miana's target.

"The caption is too, very nice." The more intensively just launch the action. Arga must escape from Miana.

A chase action, cannot be avoided. It was quite difficult, but Miana finally got Arga by pulling her shirt. Until Arga fell in the water.

Luckily, Miana had previously placed her favorite flat object on the table. Otherwise, he would have roared because his phone would have been splashed with him.

Arga laughed as Miana tickled her waist. Both are wet with sea water. Mix with other visitors on the beach. "Forget. Okay I'm hot," break up Arga.

Miana let go of Arga and walked annoyedly towards the bench earlier. But, although upset his face did not stop meeting considering the caption that Arga wrote.

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What's Arga's caption, huh???