The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 75'S

Not felt, two weeks of exam practice breaks. This time, the last day's exam took place half an hour ago. All students of SMA 89 orderly take the exam without constraints. All exams are computer based. Only these last two days have used paper because it requires an essay answer.

During that time, the intensity of Miana and Arga met only in the school. The rest, they only communicate through chat and vidio call.

"Arga, yesterday Bian nyamperin you to the rooftop. Talkin' what, anyway?"

"I told you, don't say anything." Arga commented a smile on Miana.

"You, start secrets," Miana and Arga certainly laughed at him. "Why laugh, anyway!" Miana patted Arga's arm and pinched him annoyed.

"Geez, long time no see. Once I met it was so brutal like this." Instead of calming, Arga actually ignited Miana's irritation back.

"Arga, I'm serious," whined Miana. This time he had a hard face.

Miana told Angel yesterday. If Bian looks to follow Arga. And according to Angel, Miana can already guess if Arga's goal is a school rooftop. True, when Miana hastily followed Arga to the rooftop, she already found Bian was facing Arga. Too bad he was late. When Arga and Bian realized Miana's presence, they seemed to have finished talking.

"Bian, what are you doing here?" miana asked as Bian was about to pass from the rooftop.

Bian stopped, his face looked shady and looked at Miana while clucking. "Gue just found out there is a place as comfortable as this. Ck, unfortunately we have started to graduate. You know, when we were dating first .. we could both be in this place. So, you don't have to be afraid of your sister."

Miana shook her head faintly, staring in disbelief at Bian. "Dear, tell me honestly! Are you talking to Arga?"

Bian chuckled, glancing at Arga who was still fluttering on the rooftop fence then returned to Miana. "Urusan boy." Bian scrambled the top of Miana's head and smiled as he left the place.

Miana quickly approached Arga and looked at him from the end of the shoe to the beautiful face before her.

"I'm fine, honey. Don't worry about it on his face." Arga pinched briefly Miana's chin to untangle Miana's panicked face.

"Why does Bian know this place?" accuse Miana.

"It's a public place, honey. Anyone is free to come here" replied Arga.

"Argaza, Bian got here that must have been a reason. And I want to know what's going on?" miana's boyfriend won't give up.

Arga sighed for a moment. "He was just jealous, he didn't have much time with you." Arga was now holding onto the long-spirited woman's shoulder and incessantly reviewing the reassuring smile. He was even more amazed when some of the straight children were in the wind that blew lightly.

Arga waved in front of Miana's face so that she returned from her daydream over yesterday's incident. He grabbed the girl by the hand and took her up the length of the corridor without much more questions.

This time Miana was silent in her own mind. Forced too Arga will not want to confess. Maybe it's just his worry. Never mind, the important thing is there is no physical fight between Arga and Bian, he thought.

While Arga himself only stole a glance to see a cute face beside him. The more days he knew Miana, the more he was amazed at the kindness of his heart. I remember a while ago when he drove her home. Miana almost cried when she found the martabak shop was closed. He begged Arga to go home first, just because he would only come home if he brought Miranti–mama Miana's order martabak.

"Ga." Miana slightly tightened her hand on Arga because in the face as close as it made Miana pounding.

"Hmm," answered Arga further widening his smile.

"Why smile?" tuding Miana's.

Arga laughing. "Just like. Usually you'll protest if I hold your hand like this." Arga slightly raised his hand link. So Miana saw it anyway. Surprisingly, Miana who usually protested a lot, this time not a little he showed his fret. "Don't you think about the feelings of him, him and him, again?" insinuations.

Miana circulated her gaze then lowered her head and smiled shyly. He turned to focus on the end of his shoes that were still climbing the corridor. 'Peace turns out to be the road near you, Ga. Only my heart is not good, it seems. From earlier deg-degan, go on,'

Arriving at the parking lot, the two headed on their respective motorcycles and left the school. This week, Miana got permission not to work. During that time, Arga did not pick up Miana like before. They went straight to their homes as agreed.

During the day Miana busily tidied up the room. It was actually very neat, but this time Miana began packing some books that she would store on cardboard. Just leave a few important nails on his bookshelf. After the graduation announcement of another week, his bookshelf and study desk would definitely change with a new one. He always hopes to get a superior scholarship so that he can be accepted to study at the state campus as he wishes. Given how papa's efforts to send two children at once. So, only with him to pursue the scholarship to ease the burden of the papa.

By evening, Miana was back struggling with her busyness in the kitchen. Preparing the burn snapper, the papa riques through WhatsApp earlier.

Sure enough, Surya soon returned home. My mother welcomed him. Not forgetting the whimper Sisil sounded in Miana's ears and made her shake her head. "Papa just arrived, Sil. I was at the todong various complains of you," muttered Miana.

Surya took a peek in the kitchen, because the smell of Miana's cooking teased his sense of smell. "Riques papa got ACC, huh?" guess Surya.

"For as long as you ask, Miana will do it, Pa." Miana pointed her thumb at Surya.

With the spirit of Surya immediately cleansed himself. Once finished, the family gathered at the dinner table. Seeing his two children get along well and his wife who did not protest much to make Surya peaceful. Eating is also delicious.

After eating, Miana cleaned the dirty dishes in aid of Miranti who leaked at length about the campus. Not that it helps, but its existence there actually pressured Miana to finance her own college.

"Colour continues, when will it enter?" ask Miranti.

"Tomorrow, Miana has entered again, Ma."

"Oohh. Gini, you are, pinter. Proud to keep the same papa. Yes don't let dong, ask for tuition fees equally papa. Same with Sisil. He is not usually difficult. It must be good, dong. What do you have to be a good brother."

"Yes, Ma. Miana tried, though. Hopefully the value of Miana according to the criteria. Tomorrow, Miana. I also started working again."

"Nahh, that, you know. So let's not long trouble papa. Horror, this is the story of mama! From your little ones you are the most troublesome papa. You keep fussing. He wants to ask for a lot of food. Huhh, mama so want how riwehnya take care of two babies." Miranti placed the clean dishes on the shelf and glanced back at Miana who was still struggling with the sponge and other dirty containers. "So, you know, dong. As a smart kid, papa's pride. What do you do," continued Miranti while wiping her hands on a checkered napkin on the side of the shelf. "Oh, your finger cracked right, because help you. Yes, mama to papa first."

"Yes, that's why Miana, Ma."

"Yes, dong. You have to, who else but you in this house is suitable for doing homework." The pain in the corner of Miana's heart was felt again. But Miana, the smart one in the class is also smart to hide her sad look behind her sweet smile. Although it came back and came back again a subtle but piercing innuendo it penetrated Miana's inner. If so, he would have pondered the words of his mother in his room. How troublesome is he? Until my mom reminded me of that.

Papa came to Miana's room. As Miana was silent on the edge of the window. The rain tonight adds to the night's cold air, piercing the partially exposed skin of his arm. The short-sleeved pajamas with long, maroon-colored subordinates wrapped the body as high as 160 centimeters so fitting with a color that is so contrasting.

"Think, what?" ask papa while stroking Miana's long mane that was allowed to unravel freely. "Hp you flickered continuously from earlier, loh." Surya pointed at Miana's phone lying in the middle of the bed.

Miana shook her head faintly. "Notif, that's it, Pa" Miana grabbed papa's hand and then took a slow massage. "Papa's still taking his medicine, right?"

"Yes. Mama takes good care of papa." Surya smiled making Miana smile wryly and nodded slowly.

"You, too. You always love papa healthy food, which definitely makes papa's heart healthier."

This time Miana smiled broadly. Relieved, when papa is still so a warm figure for him.

"Where do you want to go to university?" ask Surya.

"Not fixed, Pa. Still thinking, "

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