The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 70'S

That day the exam practice went well. If the activity is usually*** until 14:00, this time it is enough until noon. Like this will last for the next four days.

"We'll treat it in the UKS first, okay?" miana said and got the trousers from Arga.

"Where are you going after this?" ask Arga back. Don't want to discuss the bruises. Even though it feels so painful. He does not want to lure Bian back with his presence in the UKS with Miana.

Miana thought for a moment. "Maybe I want to continue working, let's go home later in the afternoon. And the night can learn," Miana explained and made Arga stop. So is Miana.

"Gue, again, right. We, right, agreed to call me you."

Agra's words sounded like a sulking middle man. Make the corner of Miana's lips interested. "Yyaa, it's still unusual."

"In biasain, right, can. Sad, i. It makes no difference to other friends."

Miana's hand rose touching Arga's forehead. "No, hot. Look, healthy....!" Arga was surprised, brushed off Miana's hand. "But, like everyone else," Miana continued pretending to shudder.

Arga rolled his eyeballs. And ruffled his waist while fusing his teeth. It made Miana laugh. "This is the other side, you are actually." Miana took a few wide running steps, deliberately avoiding Arga who was preparing to protest.

Miana looked back at Arga who had followed her slowly by holding back her smile.

Arga pinched one of Miana's cheeks, making the owner of the cheek complain slowly while throbbing. "You said you wanted to work. Seriously?" asked Arga after equalizing the steps.

"He'em," replied Miana. Holding his cheek. Slightly felt another as Arga's hand pinched slowly earlier.

"Sorry, yeah." Arga said again while stroking Miana's cheek. Arga's back touch made her face blush.

"In sorry."

"But I'll repeat it again."

"Ih. Gabby!"

"Why?"

"In temurin papa, later."

"Is your dad here?" Arga was looking for someone. Like real. Only students will be heading to the parking lot.

"I'm the one who reports, it's."

"Try, report!"

"Nantangin, huh?" Miana glanced at the cynic.

"Nonsense. Afraid of my proposal being rejected, later." Arga again teases Miana and makes Miana take her eyes off. Embarrassed.

"You want to get to work!" Arga's voice again made the two stop again. "Come, Miana. We want a test. You should take a leave of absence. The search for money is endless. Try to be more concerned with the preparation of this exam," suggested Arga.

In her mind, Miana tried to weigh everything. He nodded after he decided on his next move. "Yes, I'll discuss it with the cafe team."

"You're pretty close to Good?" search Arga. Recalling a few times he saw how Bagus and Miana interacted.

"Yes, he's like a good big brother. Always give advice. Especially when the cafe friends are obviously so envious of my work hours that impressed in particular."

Arga nodded. Then take Miana forward with her steps. "Is there a minute to eat together?"

"Where to eat? I really, really want to. Free ones don't miss." Miana smiled broadly.

"There is no jaim." Arga is certainly happy because of Miana's honesty.

"Why should jaim? Everyone should take advantage of the opportunities. Not necessarily the opportunity will come twice. That's right, irit spending."

"Honestly, anyway." Arga glanced at the face of the lover who did not stop publishing a smile.

"Arga, you know, I'm papa's firstborn. I have to help Papa a lot. I'm not going to let papa work hard on her own" Miana told as she continued to swing her steps parallel to Arga. He must give a strong reason so that Arga does not discuss about his work.

"Don't be because you feel healthier than your sodara, you have more responsibility, yes. It is the duty of parents to ensure the worthiness of their children."

"No way too, papa ngandelin Sisil, Ga. Moreover, papa knows, Sil that, tired little, relapsing asthma."

Arga begins to understand how Miana is in her family.

"This time is up to you. Go first, I follow you where."

"OK," said Miana excitedly.

The two left school in their own vehicles. According to the agreement, it is even the one who chooses where to eat. The shop was his choice.

There was no protest from Arga. They entered the store, with their hands linked.

When choosing an order, Arga looks according to. Without debate as usual. Made Miana guess something.

"You want to tell me something? guess Miana. Several times he found Arga silent as if thinking about many things.

"We eat first, yes. I don't want the mood of eating to be ruined, Arga suggested and made Miana nod.

Not long for the order to come. Seblak ceker became Miana's choice. Usually if in the cafeteria, Miana ordered lemon tea ice. This time he ordered lemon ice.

They both ate, without saying much. Only occasionally Miana offers a companion menu on Arga. Like crackers for example.

"Do you feel like you're not at work, like you're watching someone?" ask Arga. Once the seblak has run out and leaves a third glass of lemon ice.

Miana nodded confidently, slightly smiling considering that Seli and Oca had always been the subscriptions of special critics to her. "There, Seli is the cousin of Mbak Dini. So, he's certainly a special supervisor."

Arga shakes. "That's not what I mean."

"Want to?"

Arga was silent for a moment. "Forget over. Keep working as usual, yeah! And stay careful. I can't take care of you twenty-four hours."

"Eh.. Why?" Miana is still trying to figure out what Arga means.

"Udah, don't think about it. Just think about studying, exams, and practice questions. The rest can think of me."

Miana rolled her eyes puffed. "Must, yeah, think of you?" miana Goda. "

"Nggaaa. Let me think of you." Arga dared to grab Miana's hand. "Remember yes, even though thinking about Arga is not a priority. But one day I'll make sure myself, that every day Miana, can't be missed by that one name."

Miana patted Arga's hand. "I want it, yeah."

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Arga stops at the security guard post after driving Miana home. He did not want Miana to break the promise not to work today.

"Sorry, Sir. Do you know who is watching Miana. House number 14," asked Arga on the security guard who always stayed in front of the complex.

Seen, the security guard thought and shook slowly. Guests in the complex are quite numerous. It is not that detailed to observe the condition of the houses of the people.

Forced, Arga must stop his curiosity. He went home soon after not getting an answer.

While in a different place, Bian was twirling the pull of the gas handlebar. The noise of the exhaust of the two-wheeled vehicle was so noisy that it pierced the hearing. He again vent irritated through the circuit. There is Bayu and Roy who became his opponent.

Seeing Miana's relationship with Arga several times made Bian unable to hide his anger. And only by fighting on the circuit is this the place of his impingement.

All three motors are now entering the field. All of them maintain a speed of balance and accuracy.

On the other hand, there are Arkan and Riska who sit monitoring the cctv in front of the screen. Neither Riska or Arkan occasionally commented if the vehicles of their three friends were so close. Or vice-versa. Riska reflexes squealed as one of the three almost fell on the streets.

"Crazy. Bian's hobby hasn't changed. Vaporize anger like this." Riska pushes Arkan's shoulders. "And you're the target of people. Without anyone daring to refuse. You survived this time, because you were sick. Well, my guy, who's a target every day." Annoyed Riska said that to Arkan. Unfortunately, the person you are talking to is focusing on the cctv screen.

"Arkan. Lo nyebelin, yes! Comments, cake! It's just in diemin," Riska's grunt patted Arkan's arm roughly.

"Ssh, urgent ... Akh!"

"Why!" Riska followed Arkan's wide-eyed. "Oh, my God ..."

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