The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 8'S

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After delivering Angel, Arga continued to deliver Rio and Miana at the minimarket. Twenty minutes later he arrived at Sari's residence, Oma Arga. He went straight to his room to clean up. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, he found Oma already sitting on the edge of his king-size mattress.

"Oma," call Arga while rubbing her hair with a small towel on her left hand and then putting the origin on the sofa.

Arga approached the woman in her seventies who was smiling in the shade without turning away from her place. Arga hugged the woman at a glance and got a pinch on the tip of her nose.

"Oma's granddaughter, she's big, she's nice just like papa." Oma glanced at Arga's body hidden behind the bathrobe.

"But with me, right," said Arga smiling jumawa.

"Yes, certainly. Because you're Sarah's son." Oma's face changed instantly when she remembered the woman named Sarah.

"Oma, don't remember him anymore!" Arga took a step back from Oma, even subconsciously raising his voice. When she realized that the old woman in front of her was just silent and began to cultivate clear liquid in her eyes, Arga immediately returned to grab the wrinkled hand on her hand.

"Sorry, Oma. Arga just doesn't want Oma to be sad if she remembers the woman. Arga loves Oma more than anything. So, don't remember anything that makes us sick."

Oma smiled, stroking Arga's head. "Arga, however. She is your mother, the one who gave birth to you. Don't hate him, don't you dirty your heart with this kind of hatred Arga."

Arga could only snort, restraining his sense of regret. "Oma, have you eaten?" tanya Arga switched the discussion.

"Yet. Wait for Oma's only granddaughter, this." Oma again pinched the tip of Arga's nose with a slight smile.

Arga became full. The figure of Oma is the only woman who a few years ago became a longing remedy stored in the bottom of her heart in the figure of a mother. Thirteen years ago, my mother left my father and her when she was five years old. Arga became a very difficult person to approach. Only Oma and Opa became his parents and closest people. Before he was brought to Indonesia, at such a very small age he often heard the commotion of papa and mama. Especially when the departure of mama that afternoon after mama was angry and gave a large envelope to papa, mama went with a man and until now he did not see any more traces. More precisely Arga did not want to know the woman again. That's what makes Arga always cold to every woman except for Oma.

"You, cry!" Oma's voice restored Arga's memory. Arga smiled and shook his head faintly, looking up at his face and several times braking so that the clear liquid that had been in the corner of his eyes did not decay. "No, Oma. Arga is just very grateful to Oma, who has always been the one who understands Arga the most."

"Come, we'll eat." Arga continued not until the heart ignores the invitation of the woman who is always tough. Even though he had eaten with his friends, he still had to eat with Oma so as not to disappoint him.

"Surely, you want to eat in such clothes!" Oma Sari pointed at the bathrobe that Arga was wearing and made Arga chuckle at her appearance.

"OKAY. Oma wait downstairs, yeah." Oma quickly passed from Arga's room, with Arga looking for a change of clothes.

At the same time, a girl had parked her motorbike next to two cars that she was very familiar with. He quickly went into the house because he could not wait to meet papa. Not to forget he grabbed a late martabak order of the mother on his motorcycle.

As soon as he crossed the living room, he immediately scattered on the middle-aged man who was already standing spread out his two hands. "Papa. When is papa arriving?" miana asked after taking off the hug on papa.

"An hour ago." Surya was still staring at the shade of his first daughter. Every time she met or on the phone, Miana always asked her news first showing her concern.

"Surely, yes. But you're healthy, aren't you?" miana asked looking at papa from head to toe.

"Yes, I'm tired."

"Papa must take care of health even though papa is busy, yes."

"Where did you come home at this hour?" tanya papa researched Miana's appearance. Lucky Miana wore jeans with sleeveless blouse that is still wrapped in a black sweater. If only papa had seen Miana wearing a skirt on her knees. There will be many more long-term celebrations.

"Yes, the behavior of your favorite child. Every day I come home late, keep going!" Mama's voice cut off papa's question and made the cheerful look turn sour.

Miana then gave the order to mama. "Here, Ma Mama's lucky, five minutes Mia's late, the tavern's gonna be closed."

The annoyance that had been on Miranti's face vanished once she found her favorite martabak. Without the ba-bi-bu he opened and plucked one piece into his mouth.

"Miana. Papa asked, where are you from?" repeat Papa.

"But he didn't come home last night" Papa insisted.

"It's because Miana ate earlier, Pa."

"Yes, you clean up first, there," said papa.

"If so, Miana went straight to my room, Pa, Ma."

Papa nodded then sat down on the sofa beside Miranti after Miana passed from the living room. Now lives that couple. Talking about papa's work.

"Ma, papa please from now on mama save money with mom's expenses. The company is in trouble, Ma. And papa took care of the situation. Papa has to help save our shares to stay safe. So please, Ma. Help papa, yes," Papa explained.

Miranti glanced cynically at Surya, "Papa this how, anyway. All this time have you ever wasted money? This mom even helped Papa, you know. Mama Arisan is here and there, too, for investment. Mama buy jewelry, buy diamonds too for investment! Papa thought this mama shopping was no good side! Papa too, right, who can compliment if you look fashionable with the jewelry you wear. Papa still has a plus and is not ashamed if you later join dinner with a business partner, Papa! Wonderful, this is how it is discussed, anyway!' Mama folded her hands, upset.

"Ma, but it doesn't have to be every week, right, shopping for branded goods. What's it for, Ma? Mama's only piles of stuff."

Miranti patted papa's arm roughly. "Pa, why, anyway, now papa start counting! Make what? We are like this too, aren't we getting richer!"

"Partially, mama does not want, yes, if mama to lose competitiveness with jeng Mira. Can go down, donk pamor mama. And papa is also the one who is affected. Would you?" threaten your mother by mentioning her social friend's name.

"Ma, try to be grateful-,"

"Here you go, Pa. Company is papa's business. Mama and mama's needs don't get hooked, donk!" Mom left papa alone.

Without them knowing. Miana who will bring papa's favorite ginger wedang, listening to all the talk of her parents. Miana hid a little as mama passed by her side.

Slowly Miana closed in on the papa who was still sitting on her temples. Miana felt pity to see papa's tired face with the affairs of her office. Once home, papa back in welcome mama's nag. "In drink first the jah, Pa. Mumpung is still hot," said Miana as soon as she put a transparent cup on the table.

For a moment papa was surprised, looked around and returned to Miana who was smiling warmly.

"Will she go to the room?" look at papa knowing Miana is still wearing the clothes that were used.

"Yet. Seeing papa tired and lethargic, Miana took the initiative to make ginger wedang first."

"What's the stomach with mama again?" miana.

"No, Mia. Papa's just having a different opinion than my mom" Papa said.

Miana only saw papa with my glare, between pity and pride. Proud because papa always covers the problem and seems to look fine. In contrast to Mama who showed the opposite side, who demanded Miana or Sisil to understand their family problems, especially family finances.

As soon as papa felt a puff of ginger aroma in the cup that was still reflecting the hot steam, papa's hand immediately grabbed the cup. "This is for papa?" ask papa to make sure.

Miana nodded quickly and smiled feeling papa's warm greeting again.

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