The Destiny of Miana's Love

TCM 99'S

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Sunday morning Arga picked up Miana for a shirt fitting at the boutique. The shiny black SUV had been running for thirty minutes and had just arrived at the boutique courtyard.

By holding Miana's hand, Arga did not release any items. As if I don't want to lose. Even when boutique employees greet and deliver to the boutique owner, Arga does not want to take it off.

Arriving inside, the two were warmly welcomed, even the boutique owner had thrown a joke. "Duh, bride-to-be. She wanted to stick, continue," joked the boutique owner and made Miana blush while Arga smiled meaningfully.

"Go ahead, Ga!" Miana pinched Arga's shoulder with her other hand out of embarrassment. The owner of the boutique handed over a white kebaya with a length dangling up to the ankle according to Miana's order a few days ago.

"Call me baby, and I'm off" whispered Arga and made Miana's face warm. Arga always makes her blush.

"Try it first, Miana! If there is something we need to fix, we are ready to fix it. There's still plenty of time, right?"

At such a time Arga just released Miana's hand. Slightly unwilling to see Miana have to obey the boutique owner to the fitting room.

The other worker gives a tuxedo of color matching Miana's, to Arga. Until inevitably Arga went and tried in the fitting room, the room opposite Miana.

Arga came out first. Tuxedo with accents of several pleats on some sides it was so fitting on his body.

Before long, Miana came out and made Arga lift her face from her focus on the phone in her grasp.

Miana looks sweet with brocade kebaya combined with premium white cigars bone with long dangling until the eyes are in the same color. Miana's hair in the original high roll made her tie neck exposed so.

Ah, why should it be rolled up like that, anyway.

"Where, Ga," asked Miana nervously because Arga did not even blink to see her.

Oh my God, why two weeks feel so sick.

"Arga! How's it? Is there anything less than appropriate?" ask the boutique owner who means something else because Arga did not comment.

"Beautiful,"

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It's been two days since the fitting of the shirt. Arga just met Miana again this afternoon.

Miana's arrival among the Bians made Arga a little grim. Another case with Miana who was talking casually with Dharma on the sofa of the family room. Arga only occasionally glanced at Dharma and Miana who were telling stories in her youth.

"Arga, you got a problem?" ask Dharma who is sitting next to Miana. Arga chose to sit separately. He feels the child is saving problems because it only says if asked.

"Nothing. Arga takes a bath upstairs, yeah, Pa." Without waiting for the Dharma's answer, Arga soon passed.

Feeling that there is something awkward Dhama asked Miana. "You got a problem?"

Miana frowned then shook her head slowly. "En. No, Om."

To be honest Miana also felt that Arga was jealous. After he thought he had come with Bian. It's nothing, Miana just wants to appreciate Bian. He knew Bian's struggle to come to terms with his feelings. He deliberately kept a good relationship by receiving Bian's treatment like a regular friend.

"So, you're still wondering why papa knows Sekar?" Dharma returns to the story that has been told since.

"Ah, yes, Om. Miana was curious," she said.

Now Dharma smiled bitterly as he fixed his seat. "Sekar–yumu," shirih Dharma. He always rippled when talking about the figure of his first love. After all, first love will still be beautifully embedded in the corner of the heart. Although the body is no longer reachable.

"Miana, papa. apologize in advance."

Dharma wants Miana to consider him a papa, not someone else. And so very much, he wanted Miana to call him papa. Especially knowing Miana is now living alone. Making Dharma was very supportive of the son to bring Miana into his family members. Son of his first love.

"Please promise, after this don't blame anyone in your story."

Miana nodded enthusiastically as her answer.

Hopefully, Miana is not disappointed with my story this time.

Dharma sighed and began to glare. "Past, papa, Surya and Sekar were best friends. "

"Papa," touched his chest, "and your mama used to be a couple." Dharma briefly saw Miana and then returned to laughing. "Without your father knowing, your father loved your mother too. Papa takes care of him more than himself. His attitude, his carefree, is like yours until papa loves him more and more. Until one day, something happened and made papa give up your Sekar–mu for Surya–papamu. Your father was a little sorry, for having made our friendship finally broken. Until you have to marry Sarah, in order to make them give her new life." Dharma again stroked his chest that began to clench. "That ... "Dharma told him everything without anything he covered.

"Until the death of your father, papa was present at the funeral with Arga."

As if knowing Miana's shocked face, Dharma resumed her story. "Arga stopped papa from seeing you. In fact, papa himself is eager to give a hug to strengthen you. Arga said, it's for the good of everyone. I don't know, I'm following. It was only after you came home with your friends that papa approached your papa navel and apologized to her like the last time I met your father in his office."

Dharma, forgive me. I have destroyed your feelings as well as your feelings. I thought that by having her and making her choose me, her heart would also be entirely mine. No, I am the only one happy in my marriage. As for Sekar. He just does his duty as a good wife. The absence of open eyes made me act foolish. Being angry at myself, I grieved it. And the culmination of my punishment was his death. For years I lived with great guilt. I am sick as you are. Therefore, I apologize, Dharma.

The Dharma that remembered Surya's confession three years ago became teary.

Somehow, seeing the Dharma began to glaze over, he also seemed to be able to feel it. Without them realizing that Arga who had finished cleaning himself was about to approach the two must be restrained on the last rung of the ladder. Stand there.

"Papa feeling guilty about, Om Dharma?" miana asked and got a nod from Dharma.

"Yes," Your father felt guilty for separating your mother and I and ended up marrying your stepmom. The long expression is actually only stuck in the mind of Dharma. It's not her place to tell stories. Let it. Miana forever did not know the cause of Sekar's death because it was too sick to face the husband who duaed her.

It's nothing like that, Miana. Argapun also feels pain hearing new facts that have not been told Dharma.

"Ah, come on Miana. It's just the past." Dhama again restyled his seat and only realized Arga was standing behind him. Dharma. "Here, Ga!"

Arga approached and sat down beside Miana. Be Miana sitting between father and son. He wiped the rest of his tears and looked at Arga.

"Sorry, yes, if my closeness with Bian makes you jealous." From the Dharma story, Miana began to learn to take her lesson.

Arga smiled and nodded. She was happy, at least Miana should start to keep her feelings from now on. "Yes. You work enough in his company. Don't you forge more closeness that will hurt me."

Miana flinching for a moment. "Do I have to leave Mr. Pram's company?"

Arga glanced at the faintly shaking Dharma. He agreed, it is impossible to ask Miana to leave the Pram company, people who have given a place to go home and families who love her. When my family threw it away. Arga won't be so selfish that it gives Miana a hard choice. "All I give back to you. I'm sure you can put yourself in, honey."

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The thing that Arga feared happened. While she was having dinner together with Miana, after taking care of the invitation for another week, Sarah came to her desk.

"Tante," said Miana while standing but ignored by Sarah.

Sarah raised her chin, as if to show who she was. The star whose career has always been stable even though his colleagues have declined a lot of fame. "Arga! Come with mama!" Sarah spoke without seeing Arga or Miana.

Seeing the haughty face of the mother made Arga growl restrained. Arga put down the spoon and stood up from his seat. "Ma, try Mama sitting here. We can talk here. There's Miana too, Ma. He's not someone else. In two weeks he'll be a member of our family." Arga still spoke softly, hoping that the mother could soften her heart.

"What, you said! Family!"

Deg.

Miana feels bad, why does Sarah seem to dislike her? The last time they met, the two were fine.

"Arga! Until anytime, mama won't approve of your relationship." Sarah pointed to Miana, who was now standing in shock. "He! The son of the troublemaker doesn't deserve to be among our families."

"Women don't know who made Mama so bad because you left her! Which makes you far away from your mother. She was the daughter of that woman" Sarah had already shed tears with trembling hands pointing at Miana's confused face.

"Ma!" Unknowingly Arga slightly snapped at Sarah.

Sarah was stunned by Arga's voice.

"Look, you!" Sarah pointed at Miana then at Arga with sharp eyes on Miana. "You're having a bad influence on my son!"

"Enough, Ma." Arga gritted his teeth to hold back his anger.

"No, Auntie," said Miana as she shook her head and tried to reach Sarah's hand but was always on the rough edge until Miana so staggered that the seat behind her shifted.

That made Arga even more vulnerable. "Mama better get out of here! We'll talk later." Arga closed his eyes trying to control himself.

Sarah who was disappointed because Arga still defended Miana quickly passed leaving the two with tears.

While Miana herself still digested the words Sarah so pierced her heart.

Arga approached and grabbed Miana's shoulder which shook with excitement. He brought his forehead closer to Miana's forehead. "Please, don't think about anything. I'm sure we can miss this together."

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Good night, happy resting 🙏