The Destiny
Special episode: Miya Story

✍Dear, <TAG1>,

*I'm Miya, I don't know my full name or my full name, like I don't know what my father and mother look like.

All the memories I have are revolving around the orphanage I live in right now.

Wait, that's not what I want to write. This is the first time I've written a diary, so I don't know how to fill each sheet.

Diary, today a man came to visit my orphanage, he came with his mother.

He's so handsome, I fell in love with him at first sight.

Ah the orphanage's mother is calling me, I will write again later. (2008*)

✍Dear, <TAG1>,

*Having been visiting for a year and giving the orphanage sisters clothes and food.

He's very charming. (2009*)

✍Dear, <TAG1>,

*Today I expressed my feelings for Brother Yohan, but, I was rejected.

Brother Yohan said, I was a child, even though I was twenty years old.

Brother Yohan told me to focus on my lecture.

Alright, I will fight hard for my success, then, one day, I will express my feelings back to Brother Yohan. (2010*)

✍Dear, <TAG1>,

*Hi, I haven't written in a long time.

I just want to express my happiness and sadness.

I'm happy because I'm a nurse now! But, I was also sad, because on my first day of work, the patient I met was Anjani's mother, the mother of the man I liked.

It is fitting that a few years ago they did not visit again, apparently because Yohan's mother was sick.

He suffers from dementia, sad to see people who usually smile and tell fairy tales to the orphanage sisters, now only able to stare blankly at the world.

Brother Yohan, I hope you remain patient yes, I will try to help you. (2012*)

✍Dear, <TAG1>,

*I don't know if this diary still exists.

All right, this time I'm going to write something fun and well a little sad too.

Diary, I became a personal nurse for Anjani's mother, which means that every day, I will meet Yohan's sister. Happy heart.

But I have to remain professional as Brother Yohan taught me, here I am a worker who is working to take care of his mother.

Fight Miya! (2015*)

✍Dear, <TAG1>,

*Today, I went to check on Anjani's mother's condition with Yohan's sister at the hospital.

We look like a couple when we walk side by side like this, I'm happy. (2015*)

✍Dear, <TAG1>,

*Sir Yohan, I love you. Will the time I spend waiting for you all this time be in vain? I wish I didn't.

For some reason, seeing you with her and her son, my heart is sad. (2017*)

2019, now.

A tear dripped like a drizzling rain, which soaked the diary sheet of paper.

The woman then stood up, the dark night, and walked out of her rooftop.

Miya approached the trash can made of iron. For a moment he looked at the trash cans and diary books he was holding alternately.

"It's time I really had to end this one-sided love. I can't hope for a married man anymore. What else can you expect from her Miya?!" Shouted the woman, feeling frustrated with all her heartbreak.

The sorrowful greeting without excuse, impolitely entered into his heart. Even if Miya threw him away, the sadness of not wanting to leave before her heart could completely let go of all this.

Miya threw the diary into the trash can, still with a heavy feeling, she stared at the book.

But in an instant, the emotion of heartbreak overpowered him. Miya threw the lit wooden match into the trash.

The flames lit up, devouring slowly the diary books he had stored for dozens of years, just as his feelings had been stored in his heart for dozens of years as well.

"I wish my feelings for her were like books, slowly burned to the ground by fire, then turned to ashes, blown by the wind and then just disappeared." Said Miya with sobs.

"Miya?" Call someone from behind the woman.

Miya turned her head, erasing the trace of her tears as she looked at the figure of the man who was a doctor, he was Miya's co-worker, they knew each other since Miya started working in the hospital, and they knew each other, about two years ago.

"You okay?" Ask the doctor.

"Ah I'm fine Doctor Liam, just now there was ash that was exposed to the wind and then into my eyes." Answer Miya.

Liam smiled warmly, he placed the plastic package he carried on the sitting table there.

The man then walked closer to Miya, he held Miya's head, looking deeply into her eyes.

"It seems like it's gone."

"Huh?"

"There is no ashes in your eyes. Oh yeah, if it's out of work, don't call me a doctor, just call me Liam. I saw your biodata and I think we're the same age. " Said Liam.

"really? But what do you need to do to come here Liam?" Asked Miya with a tone that sounded very stiff.

"Hey, if you call me Liam, then talk informally to me. It would sound so weird if you called me that and talked to me formally." Liam.

Miya smiled stiffly, though,

"so yeah. Alright."

"Oh, I haven't answered your question. I came here because—" Liam hung his words long enough, making Miya look at him in wonder.

"Because what?" Ask Miya.

Liam shrugged his shoulders, then walked up to pick up the plastic bag he had placed on the table. Then take it and go back to Miya's face.

"So, I just want to. I just want to meet you, that's all. Oh this is for you." Liam said, giving a plastic bag containing many snacks in it.

"It—"

"Do you have time to help me spend all this?" Ask Liam.

"Huh?"

"Waaa good then, you have a lot of free time huh, let's spend all this and have a little chat." Said Liam, he said as if Miya had already answered him.

"Eh it—"

"Come on." Liam said as he slowly pulled Miya's hand to sit on the short rectangular table.

Miya resignedly complied with Liam's request, he sat there opposite Liam.

Slowly the two dissolved in their conversation. Miya also began to lose her awkwardness, seen from the way she laughed off.

They both looked close in just a few hours. No, actually they've known each other and are close since two years ago. It's just that, Miya often keeps her distance or may not be too sensitive to someone who is interested in her and wants to approach her.

End.✍