[TLS#1] Senior
SENIOR 13

Garuda High School Square has been filled by several food stands and also clothing and accessories that became the material of The Lion bazaar. Motorcycle gang members who are reluctant throughout the school seem to enjoy their respective roles.

Alka, Devan, and Tian were at the cheap sale of T-shirts. Beside him were Ezra and Bella who served some students who ordered cassava chips. Not far from there there is a younger class of members of The Lion who keep the booth accessories, cimol and cilok.

Across there was Dita and Bagus who looked cool serving some students and burning sausages. A few yards from them were Meira, Arnold and Malik at the cubit cake booth.

Meira was so happy to serve those who stopped at her station as well as Arnold and Malik who became her colleagues. But his excitement was to be dissipated when his eyes accidentally caught a fairly skimpy tight-clothed girl with reddish-brown hair coming to nearby Alka.

The grimace on Meira's forehead was obvious as the girl was twitching on Alka's arm but the guy just kept quiet as if he didn't think the girl existed.

Seeing Meira who was silent than usual, Malik followed the direction of the girl's gaze. Next he smiled and approached Meira.

"Lo jealous?"

"Huh?" Meira reflexively turned her head to the side when she heard Malik's voice. The girl pricked twice and began to busied herself again.

"No. Who said I was jealous?" he was, but Malik could not believe it.

"How can I not believe it?"

"Judah if Malik does not believe," he replied.

Malik chuckles amusedly.

"Lo don't want it to be the same I who are the girls who are near Alka?" Meira shook her head, but looked a little hesitant.

"Jude, I don't mean it either." Malik returned to Arnold with a stifled smile.

"Sir Malik?"

Malik smiled in anguish.

"Because you are!" his inner.

"Why?" Malik turned to look at Meira who looked nervous.

The girl scratched her head that was not itchy.

"In-he who?" meira asked nervously to make Malik laugh.

"He didn't want to know, why now?" Malik looked at Meira with a single raised eyebrow and a stifled smile.

"Gee! Brother Malik I seriously know!" the girl snatched an upset.

Malik laughing.

"His name is Naila Khansa, she's my classmate, Alka too. He has loved Alka since the 10th grade." Malik explained.

Meira nodded slowly and then looked back at them. There the girl named Naila was busy approaching Alka, not infrequently the girl was also seen cleaning Alka's sweat using tissue. But what makes Meira sick is, Alka did not refuse at all. The guy was just silent as if resigned to the situation.

"That means she likes Alka more than me?" Malik nodded.

"Sir Alka likes Naila too?" Malik remained silent for a moment and looked at Alka.

"Gue doesn't know either. The beginning of Naila nearin Alka, Alka was always angry and even snapped Naila. But over time I don't know why Alka just kept quiet when Naila bothered her."

Meira's heart aches more and more to hear it. The girl sighed softly with eyes that never separated from Alka and Naila.

"Kalo Kak Alka also likes Kak Naila how Kak?" Malik looked at Meira in confusion.

"Lo likes Alka, right?" Meira nodded slowly.

"Well, if you like or even love the same Alka strugglein dong. Don't get discouraged just because there's Naila." Meira turned her head to the side looking at Malik, the next the girl smiled.

"Thank you for supporting Mei, Malik."

Malik smiled and nodded.

***

"Van, here's the shirt for 20 more." Devan nodded then took over the cardboard containing their selling shirts.

Devan takes the hanger and puts it on display to be seen by other students. After that Devan again approached Alka who arranged several shirts with Naila who continued to stick to him. Devan sighed, he was sick of seeing the material-depleted girl here.

"God! Come on over, let's go from here! I'm glad I saw your face that a lot of flour that you know?!" jolted Devan with annoyance.

The girl named Naila said she did not like Devan while Alka was silent.

"Why are you renting anyway?! I'm not angry that I'm here!" he replied with a very irritating tone in Devan's ears.

"Al, how the hell are you? What are you worried about at the chili peppers?"

Alka sighed and lowered the hand of Naila who was struggling with her in an unrelenting manner.

"Go!" tell Naila in a flat voice.

But Naila is not the name if it is easily afraid of the tone of the voice of Alka. You could say she was eleven twelve with Meira.

"Ih Alka, are you that? I'm just here to get you." he said with pursed lips.

Seeing that Devan was suddenly nauseous. The man looked to the side with an expression of wanting to vomit.

"Gue said go!" Alka slightly jerked at Naila, but the girl was still clinging to her stance. Even he was back with his head rested on Alka's arm.

"GO DAMN!!" snapped Alka to invite some confused gazes by the other students.

Naila reflexively releases her hand on Alka's arm, the chick slowly retreats from Alka's presence with her sad face. He glanced at Alka and then left from there.

Seeing that Devan smiled obliquely. He was so sick of that girl called Naila. Devan walked closer to Alka and patted her best friend on the shoulder.

"May's driving everywhere, right?"

Alka rolled her eyes puffed.

"Don't make me emotional!" Devan chuckled at the look on Alka's annoyed face. The guy is back at the service of the students who come to his station.

***

"Hey?"

Meira who was busy arranging the cubit cake is now looking up when she hears a typical male voice in front of her. The sweet curvature imprinted on the pink lipped as it looked at who the man was.

"Bima Brother, right?" tanyakanya.

The guy he called Bima couldn't hide his surprise.

"Lo know me?" ask Bima.

Meira chuckles then returns to her activities.

"Who doesn't know Bima? The head of the thin-brained osis Garuda pride right?"

Now Bima is chuckling. The guy scratched his nape a little misbehaved.

"It turns out I'm that famous?" he muttered but Meira could still hear him until she gave a small laugh.

"Where the head of the sausage must be famous Kak in his school."

Bima nodded in confirming.

"Yes, anyway..."

Meira chuckles softly. "Eh btw Brother want to buy a pinch cake?"

Bima glanced at the pinch cake at a glance.

"Can! 20 grand yeah?" Meira excitedly wrapped up Bima's order.

"Sister!"

Bima stared at the white crackle bag with Meira alternating.

"Emmm... Can I just drop it off first? I still want to look at the other booth" he said clumsily.

Meira smiled with understanding. "Have I kept it here first?" Bima nodded.

"May, you're busy?" Meira looked at Bima confusedly.

"Do you know my name?" the question is a little surprised.

Bima nodded. "Yes, you went viral in this school because of your proximity to the Lion gang."

"So how are you busy?" rework Bima.

Meira looked towards Arnold and Malik who looked a little relaxed with his customers.

"So, brother, why?"

Bima put on her clumsy face.

"May I ask you for help making other booths?" ask Bima a little doubt.

Meira's eyebrows frowned slightly. "So Brother asked in Temenin?"

"Emmm... How's ya? The Lion boy doesn't like me. Do you know why?

Meira nodded in understanding then laughed a little.

"Color big brother is the chairman of the isos hold their team of rebels rule the school?" Bima chuckled and then nodded.

"So can?"

Meira nodded.

"Sir Arnold, Brother Malik, I met Kak Bima around first well?" Arnold and Malik approach Meira. The gazes of the two men sharpened towards Bima.

"Why do you have to be friends?" ask Arnold.

"Say you don't like him, so ask me to make a traveling companion to another booth." Answer Meira.

"You can be the same as the others." Malik said.

Meira put on a sweet smile and patted both of the boy's shoulders.

"I'm clearance!"

Arnold and Malik only snorted when Meira first left followed by Bima.

"Gue know it's lo mode!" Bima stopped her steps without turning back when she heard Malik's voice.

***

"Bima brother want to try cimol no? It feels good to know!"

"Oh yeah?" Meira nodded enthusiastically.

"May deh." Meira and Bima went to the cimol booth and bought some there.

"From earlier I noticed that Bima Kak bought a lot of things, did Kak Bima get everything done?" Bima chuckled and ruffled Meira's hair.

"It wasn't all for me. My nyokab has an orphanage, and I intend to give them all this." Meira nodded with a round mouth.

"Bet me to the yuk t-shirt booth? I want to buy them some t-shirts, pretty cheap but the fabric is good." Meira laughed and then pulled Bima's hand to the tee booth, where the defenders were Devan and Alka.

"Hi Brother Devan!" sweep it when it gets there.

"Hi May! Why are you here, you're not busy?" devan asked without looking up at Meira, Devan already knew very well the voice of the girl. Devan was still busy tidying up some clothes with Alka beside him with the same activities.

"There's still Brother Arnold with Brother Malik on guard."

"Why do you keep coming here?"

"I'm friends with Bima's sister around the booth."

Devan and Alka's activities came to a halt when they heard the name. Alka and Devan looked up and found Bima with her flat face beside Meira.

"Why bring him here?" devan asked sounding lazy.

"Kak Devan don't do it dong, this Bima sister wants to buy a lot of T-shirts for children in her Mama orphanage."

Devan just rolled his eyes lazily, while Alka tried not to care.

"Sir Bima please be picky?" Bima nodded then began to choose a shirt that he thought was good.

Meira meanwhile walked closer to Alka. A sweet smile rose in the girl's lips when she saw Alka so seriously.

"Seriously very Bang" he said. Alka glanced at Meira and returned unconcerned.

"Don't you want me to help you wrap the t-shirt?"

"..." - ".Alka just kept quiet and focused on her activities.

Feeling neglected, Meira chose to help Alka without asking much more.

"Lo gapain?" tanya Alka flat.

"Help a girlfriend!" answer Meira girang.

Alka snorted lazily and then again ignored Meira.

"Son Alka's love is the same today?" the hand movements of Alka stopped. The guy sighed then looked flat at Meira.

"Why? Alka hasn't loved yah?" Alka shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

"How do you like it?" Alka shrugged her shoulders again. Not at all concerned with Meira's crazy questions.

Meira pursed her lips. "I think Brother Alka already likes or loves me. Mei had waited until the afternoon at that time Brother, even until the morning again then the night again. But why hasn't Brother loved Mei?" the girl looked at Alka who was silent.

"Meira is less beautiful, sister? Or less cute?" Alka snorted and looked Meira in the eye.

For a long time they looked at each other until Meira first looked away. His face was flushed just because it was stared at by Alka. Especially her heart that was beating out of control.

"Lo's too good for me."

***

A puff of cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol filled the luxurious room in the apartment belonging to a young man sitting on the sofa.

"Gue got Sam's new information,"

Samuel, the dark brown-haired guy turned to Petra who was sitting on the sofa beside him.

"What information?" he asked after spitting cigarette smoke from his mouth.

"A few more days will be race at the Sircuit."

"Continue?"

"Gue saw on the list of participants there's Devan's name there, it means he's in this race."

"In what motive?"

Petra nodded her shoulders not knowing. "Gue is not sure what their motives are for this event. But I'm sure they have a reason."

Samuel nodded in confirming. "Register myself as well."

Petra was a little surprised to hear that.

"What are you doing? It has nothing to do with us."

Samuel glanced at Petra. "Lo didn't think? There is no way The Lion trusts Devan to join this race if open important things. You know for yourself what Devan's skil is in racing?"

Petra nodded. "Yes, too, but what are their plans?"

Samuel stomped his cigarette butts on the floor and rested his head on the back of the sofa.

"There are only two options. The first option they just want to have fun, and the second option... They want to help Adnan."

"Help Adnan?" para Petra was surprised.

"Do they know why Adnan betrayed you?" Samuel shrugged his shoulders.

"Either. But I'm sure, Alka will not stay silent about Adnan's problem. Sooner or later he'll know, don't you know he has a lot of connections?" Petra muttered justifying. He knows very well how many Alka connections are out there.

"So what do we do to fail them?" ask Petra.

Samuel grinned sharply at the ceiling of his apartment.

"Our main target is, Devan!"