The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 7'S

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Arga is busy arranging a tripod. A mobile phone buffer device that is very interested in some people today. This tool can be set the height to make it easier to take pictures or videos.

Several times reset so that the settings panel is easier to move as desired.

Miana and Angel are handing over the letter of duty to the business owner. Miana's skill in discussing is certainly not doubted by Angel and Rio.

Moreover, Rio used to put his heart on Miana because of her friendly nature. "You can always count on, Mia." Rio said as he saw the twinkle of Miana's face coming out from that solitary space.

Can be sure the room is a place to receive guests or a small meeting place for business owners. And, the exit of Miana followed Angel behind her with a carefree face can be concluded that their request was accepted.

Miana and Angel approached Arga in the waiting room, while Rio was among the furniture products. "Rio, here." Miana waved at Rio to gather in the waiting room.

Miana explained the outcome of her negotiation to her team. Their application was approved and this afternoon is also ready for the interview process. Arga and Rio immediately understood and prepared to bring their equipment to the target spot.

"Ga, how about in part two later, Lo who became the moderator," fishing rod Miana. The idea just pops up. Intentionally want to know what if Arga spoke at length like a moderator or interviewer. According to Miana, a new friend who is always relaxed and irritable to talk should he talk continuously, so as not to be boring.

Arga smiled obliquely, "Lo forgot. Lo is already for the task. And all agreed. I suspect, Lo on purpose, yes, want to lure me."

"Don't worry. I'll talk if I need it later,"

Jackpots. It was true Arga's guess and it made Miana grimace scratching her head which was not itchy at all. "Ready, yes," said Miana covering her embarrassment.

"Lo can't be fooled, yeah." Arga glanced lazily at Miana.

"Yes, rather than just diem-diem no one is talking," said Miana.

The discussion approached the debate was paused because Angel came and invited all to see the furniture process from raw materials, until the goods are ready to be made to order.

Miana and Angel serve as interviewers. While Rio helped to take down the important things for him to gather as information materials. While Arga always directs digital cameras and phones that he has installed on the tripod, to stay on the object.

Without feeling, Arga smiled as Miana gave a pause by jokingly in between her information collection. "Frighteous joke," murmured Arga.

Arga is still focusing on the two camera features before him and on his personal phone.

A little uncomfortable, Arga cleaned the dust from raw materials that did not feel about his arm. And it accidentally caught Miana's bead eye. "He's dustproof too, apparently," inner Miana.

Process by process they've been through, and a lot of new information they've got.

At 17:30 they finished their work. And get ready to go home. After they say goodbye and say a lot of thanks because it has been helped by many business owners.

Tiredness makes Angel incline his smooth legs. "Lo's not tired, Mia." Angel glanced at Miana who was still checking the results of Arga's shot. He deliberately copied on his laptop to make the editing process easier.

"Precise shooting," muttered Miana, researching part of the video.

"That's total, anyway, Mia. Still the day after tomorrow, right, the written reporting. We can do it tomorrow" Angel commented.

"Yes, if you can now. Why it should be delayed, anyway," Miana replied still focused on the laptop on her lap.

"I'm a laper, by the way. Find a meal first, yuk," Miana asked. "Yes, Ga, Rio. Aren't you guys lapers?" Miana asked, she shifted her focus away from the folding thing.

"Yes, laper, I. It's mealtime, here." Rio replied without turning his eyes from his phone.

"Ga," call Miana.

"Hm,"

"From now on, you don't hear me talking!" Miana patted Arga's shoulder.

"What, anyway, play pat." Arga looked at Miana on the glass above her. "Gue denger,"

"Yes on?"

Arga sees Miana back on the spy inside. Raise next to his eyebrows. "Yes, it's me looking for a restaurant."

"Oh, yes. I forgot, Lo the transfer boy, yeah. By the way, move it from where?" asked Miana enthusiastically. His hands are now agile to pack his laptop and put it in the backpack.

"Ausie,"

"What's? Aussie. But it's Indonesian, Lo, really good."

"Ck. You want an origin interview, me?" arga Arga.

"Ih, what. It doesn't matter." Miana looked to the side and then passed the riders who walked parallel and sometimes preceded each other, looking for a gap to avoid congestion.

"Not important but kepo," muttered Arga.

"Decet here there's a restaurant, Ga. There are not five hundred meters," Rio proposed while looking around because the twilight had turned dark.

"Eh, that's not Bian, Mia!" Angel patted Miana on the shoulder and quickly looked around for the figure she was really looking forward to.

Is correct. Bian was behind the wheel with Sisil beside him. In the heart a little throbbing. Can not be denied he was jealous because of Sisil's closeness to Bian. "Oh, yes. They are, one team. Then where is Bayu and Riska," murmured Miana. He was able to type a message on his friend. However, he immediately saved his phone because it did not also get a reply.

Slowly Bian's car drove, different goals with the Miana team.

Then slowly Arga's car pulled over on the courtyard of a restaurant in the following sound of a parking kang whistle instructing Arga's car to be parked neatly. The four youths then walked out from different doors. They followed the footsteps of Rio who had already walked first.

Choose a table with four chairs facing each other.

Rio called the waiter to order the meal menu this time.

"I'm a steak, I'm drinking lemon tea." Miana gave the menu book to Arga.

"Same, aja."

Finally they ended up with the same menu as Rio and Angel.

After the waiter recorded all the orders and passed from them, Miana looked on as her friend took turns. "Seriously all the same as my taste?" miana asked the three.

Arga was silent and did not respond. While Angel answered the origin," Wanted to cepet, anyway,"

"Lo's choice, must be good, Mia." Rio's staring at Mia." So remember, it used to be when the proker to Bandung was. The food you choose is champion. I forgot his name,"

"Blak," said Miana quickly.

"Well, there it is. At first I was glad to see it. Crackers on the boil. Well," Rio shuddered then smiled. "But after Dev forced me to eat, I'm in love now."

"Gue doesn't like spikes" said Angel.

"Behh, it's so addictive, yes, right, Mia," Rio said looking for supporters.

"Gue sometimes, make fun at home. As long as there are boiled noodles, there are crackers or macaroni, sausages, meatballs, mustard, eggs and sausages, already. So, in 10 minutes" Miana said excitedly.

"In Australia, no, 'is food so, '" asked Rio to Arga who remained calm watching his chirps and Miana.

Arga just shook his head slowly.

"That's a pity," said Rio.

Quietly, Arga typed the name "splak" on the feature of his phone. He was a little curious because his new friend who was very crowded next to him, explained enthusiastically, Miana.

Reporting from Indonesian Food, seblak is a typical food from Bandung that began to be popular since the 2000s. The word seblak is known to come from Sundanese which means “terhenyak”. Seblak can also be referred to as a dish made from raw crackers, then cooked using certain spices in addition to some spices.

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Duh, so want seblak, nih.🤭🤤🤤🤤🤤