The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 79'S

One large suitcase and one backpack are ready on the terrace of the house. When it was felt that his belongings were not fit to be carried on a motorcycle, Miana finally decided to contact Riska to help her.

Riska across there is certainly very happy because Miana is looking for her when she needs it. Just as he was about to leave, Bayu and Bian came messing things up. Instead of taking her on vacation, Bayu makes an impromptu event with Riska. As a result, Riska relented and gave her car to Bian to deliver Miana.

"Kok you?" miana asked in surprise when Bian came. With Riska's car.

"Yes, they have an impromptu show. So, I'm gonna anterin Lo."

Miana narrowed her eyes. "Bian, did you do anything else?"

Miana had guessed, Riska's impromptu show was a scenario created by Bian. No way, his best friend will break his promise. If there was a previous promise to Bayu, then Riska would not be able to promise to deliver him.

"Ck. Nething keeps the same me. Come on, I'm the anterine! Rarely, there is a cute guy like this nawarin help. Just-just, again." Without the ba-bi-bu, Bian grabs the suitcase and puts it in the trunk. Miana felt bad and still refused. However, Bian still forced her.

"Morning, Om," said Bian to Surya who was standing in the doorway with Miranti.

"Loh, he said, Riska wants antherin. How come there's Bian, here." Surya answered while receiving Bian's hand.

"Riska there's an impromptu show, Om. So Bian's with Miana."

'Ck, so familiar, anyway,' decak Miana in heart.

The presence of Sisil in the doorway made Miana relieved. If he would normally be worried about this situation. But not for now.

"Sil, be anther brother, right?"

A silly idea flashed by, hoping that Sisil could understand the veiled invitation from her.

Sisil grazed a few times, looking at the older brother then at Bian and also papa. Finally, a nod became Sisil's answer which made Miana relieved, but not for Bian. Seemed annoyed yet he held behind the smile that so clearly he forced.

Sisil's appearance was neat, did not make it too long to prepare. Just take the bag of hoes to the room for a bit and then come back quickly.

"Come, Brother."

Sisil cheerfully picked up the backpack near Miana's feet and carried her into the car. "Gue in front, yeah, Bi. You see, my sister likes to be molested in a car. So it's not cool later, if Lo lives in molor ma him."

Sisil did not intentionally wait for Bian's answer. As if no matter the ketus reaction that Bian had prepared.

After she received a thank you from Miana through a short chat earlier, Sisil understood how to behave between them.

Miana gave a small smile seeing Bian move lazily towards behind the wheel. Miana then said goodbye to papa and mama who was still standing let go.

Travel is filled with light discussion about the university with all its faculties. Bian who was initially in the dera was disappointed because the event delivered Miana in disarray by the presence of Sisil, so slightly decomposed.

"Gue choose business because we live not far from the science of business economics taught, Bi. No way, we live working for others. There are times when we are tired. Unlike if we have our own business, when we are tired of wanting a break, the business we build already works for us. We benefit others through the jobs we open up for others."

Seeing how Miana answered her reasons for choosing the Business Economics faculty, Bian made a smile with all the plans in mind.

"Lo himself, how's Sil?" bian asked while glancing at Sisil who was having a selfie. Sisil is no longer awkward to interact with Bian. His once-crazy love is now extinct. Only the debris remains. He was tired of hoping for Bian. As far as he tried if Bian's heart still wished on Miana, wouldn't it just be a waste?

"Gue, want to study in informatics. I want to be the most updated and not out of date."

"Lo himself?" fierce Sisil stared intently at Bian.

"Gue ...? Don't know. Unthought. I could go to college in the same field, rich brother Lo. But honestly, I'm missing complicated things, anyway."

Miana and Sisil compactly widened his eyes. How can people grow, but lazy to think. Just-there's.

The conversation continues on light things. With Sisil being more domineering. While Bian himself interrupts the opinion of Sisil more precisely. Miana only chimed properly if she felt there was something she had to answer and she had to straighten out.

At a time like this, Miana again misses Arga who has always been the most annoying debate partner as good as the hardest to conquer. He opened his phone and continued to look at some photos and videos that he put in a special folder called my rival.

'I have to ask who if I want to know about you, Ga? You shut down any access until I'm a restless friend at all times. What do you consider our relationship, Ga? So, how was our agreement to continue together? Then, how can you do the same thing as your mama, Ga. While you know for yourself it feels left.'

Bian was seen repeatedly stealing glances at Miana through the rear version mirror on it. Seeing Miana who was silent and occasionally staring at the streets made Bian in a bitter taste. 'There's me here. But the thought, Lo somewhere, Miana.'

Travelling for three hours and fifteen minutes. They arrived at the dormitory that Miana was going to live in. A three-story building with many bedroom doors. In front of it is a parking lot with a small garden plot containing plants and several iron chairs lined up. There is a separate building and in the know is the residence of the head of the Dormitory. There was a not-so-wide hall with many tables on it mats, elongated without chairs.

"Ck. You should get VIP facilities, with your own room. Lo value is perfect if only to support the scholarship Lo received." Bian's voice seemed to doubt the entire building before him.

"It's a tuh, it's a luxury, Bi. The important thing is that the place is comfortable and clean. If I have a friend in my room, it doesn't matter to me."

Bian, Sisil and Miana began to enter the area with one suitcase in Miana's hand that Bian had taken over. Miana herself carried a large backpack on her back. Then Sisil was still busily with a portable fan in front of his chin. Not feeling comfortable because the heat starts to sting.

After reporting to the board and got the key. Miana immediately searched for the number listed on the keychain. 21 A on the second floor became the third destination for teenagers who were still scanning around the dormitory. There is a one-meter-high concrete fence along the terrace of the room. Not many people pass there. It is likely that the occupants are choosing the most comfortable place, in the room.

Bian's mouth does not stop mumbling to comment on what he likes at once that he feels inappropriate or in accordance with his taste.

"Ck. Achievements, anyway. Put the shoes on." Bian kicked away the shoes that were lying originally in front of the door. Making Miana, pat the man on the shoulder and then take the innocent shoes that became the victim of Bian's nosy feet.

If only this dormitory under the auspices of the foundation managed by his father, Bian will add more adequate facilities. For example, a wider room terrace. If Bian estimates, when it rains, the water that falls will definitely wet the floor of the terrace room.

One more son's dormitory, right in front of this building. Just a highway that's not so big. Access to the faculty of economics is enough on foot as far as two hundred meters. Passing the minimarket and typing house also photo copy.

Miana opened the room door. One thirty centi thick mattress with a width of one hundred and eighty centi became the first sight of the three teenagers who grew up. There is one plastic cabinet, one table and two plastic chairs are also the occupants of the three-times-sized room.

"Lumayan. Unfortunately, there is no AC, anyway. The bathroom is also outside. Ck, not dear, how is the queue in the morning." Bian had already moved here and there checking the details of the room. "It faded like this."

"In free love, this, Bi. If you want a bathroom in a facility okay, yes, own boarding."

"Reran, huh. Since when did Lo become a fussy cake, sister Mia, anyway," timpal Sisil also worried. He sat down to check the comfort of the mattress and his face looked up at the ceiling of the room. There's one outboard fan in there. Pretty, he thought.

"Excuse me,"

The voice at the door shifted Bian's attention, Sisil and Miana. A young man of their age stood tall. Shiny pantofel shoes, black material pants and grey-colored kemaja bandaged his high body. The neatly cut hair and the smile on the lips are not too thick perfecting his appearance.

Bian narrowed his eyes, as did Miana who had just put down her backpack. Unlike Sisil who actually looked at him in admiration. Smile on the lips also welcomed the figure of a man with brown skin on the lip of the door.

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