[TLS#1] Senior
SENIOR 19

A wide smile unceasingly flashed across Meira's pink lips. The girl with the stray hair and the babyblue dress looked very pretty. Beside him—cowok with white t-shirt and torn black jeans on his knee—walking with right hand sinking in a pants pocket.

Alka, the guy looked at Meira who kept smiling widely after they got to Dufan. He had a chance to think, did Meira's teeth not dry because it continued to smile? Alka shook her head, looking at the strange behavior of the girl.

The girl's eyes look sparkling when she sees some rides that are like shouting to ride. Kora-kora, chirping, lightning, tornadoes, and hysteria look so challenging.

"Sister, we're riding a chirp, yuk!" take Meira to Alka. The spirit sparkle is still imprinted in the round eyes of the girl.

Alka just nodded slowly. Followed all Meira's wishes today. Remember that! Just today. Because tomorrow-tomorrow Alka does not want to deal anymore with teenage girls who transformed into children, like Meira for example.

After paying for tickets. The two immediately boarded one of the chirping baskets. Meira cheered happily as the chirps began to spin.

"That's pretty! It turned out that the view if looked at from above is more beautiful, well," he murmured in admiration. His eyes swept all over the corner of the scene that his eyes could see.

Not much different from Meira. Alka also swept her gaze at the sight she could see from above. Everything seems so small. Although he was amazed, but he was not as good as Meira who now pulled out his phone to capture the moment.

After enjoying the chirping, kora-kora, and lightning, now there is still one vehicle that they have not tried. Hysteria! The name of the vehicle that made Meira instantly pale.

In contrast to Alka, the guy instead smiled obliquely. A dirty idea appeared in his brain.

"Wouldn't try hysteria?" ask Alka to Meira.

The girl ate the confectionery she bought and shook her head to look at Alka.

"Wouldn't. I don't like that ride, serem!"

Alka is getting stronger. He wanted to make Meira regret for having invited him to walk together.

"Follow me." Alka pulled Meira's wrist onto the ride. The grin was imprinted on the boy's ruum lips.

Meira rebelled, trying to get her hands off Alka's big hands. For the first time, Meira dislikes it when Alka holds her hand.

"Sir Alka, I don't want to. Serem tau!" Alka grabbed her ears. The guy switched to taking a ticket and then began to ride the vehicle.

He sat Meira down and put a seat belt on the girl. Not caring about Meira's eyes that have been reddened because they hold back crying.

"Sister.." he said. His eyes looked at Alka who was standing in front of him while putting her seat belt on him.

Alka did not respond. He sat down next to Meira and put on his seat belt for himself. In the count of three, the ride rotates. Along with Meira's thunderous screeches.

"Yyyyyyyy... Mamaaa... Mei takuuutt's...."

The hysteria continues to rotate rapidly. Tipping over Meira's body that was already trembling in fear.

Alka looked to the side. Looking at Meira who was screaming in fear. Alka commented an amused smile looking at the girl's expression.

"Mamaa... Mei doesn't want to die... Mei is not married to Alka.... Mamaaaa please Meira... Huaaaaa.." The girl's scream became more and more so as the speed of the ride.

Unknowingly, Alka chuckled. Hearing the screams of the girl who seemed silly. Even in this tense time, she was still thinking of marrying Alka.

If only the situation hadn't been this scary for Meira. One hundred percent guaranteed, he would squeal with joy when he knew that Alka was laughing. Laughing for the first time. And it was caused by him alone. Unfortunately, the situation did not support Meira.

A few minutes later they came down. Meira's breath was decapitated, his vision still twisted due to the hysteria vehicle earlier.

"Lo, okay?" ask Alka. Since then he noticed the movements of Meira who was like a dizzy person.

Meira shook her head and ran away from Alka.

Hueek!

The girl spewed out her guts near the garbage can. His stomach seemed to be stirred after riding the cursed vehicle.

Hueek!

Next, Meira felt that someone was pinching her nape. He then cleaned his lips with a tissue in his sling bag. His breathing was not yet regular, he straightened up and looked at the person who was kneeling at his neck earlier.

Alka, she stared flatly at Meira. But who would have thought, behind a flat face is implied guilt. Guilt for his ignorance ended up fateful in this girl.

"Sorry, I ga---"

"Udah, Brother Alka is not wrong, really. I'm the only one riding hysteria." Meira gave her best smile to Alka.

Instead of feeling relieved, Alka felt increasingly guilty. Meira was supposed to curse herself and leave and not bother her anymore. But, whether the girl is too good or too in love with Alka, so that she does not scold Alka.

"Lo not angry?" ask Alka. Walk beside Meira towards the parking lot.

Meira glanced at Alka. "Why should I be angry?" tanyanya, back.

"Color just now?"

Meira chuckles and grabs Alka's arm. "I can't be angry with you, brother. Whether I'm stupid or what, I don't care."

Alka did not reply anymore. Meira who hugged his arm was let. Too sorry if you have to add to the torture of the girl by scolding her. Remember that! Alka just pity, not mean anything else.

***

"We're watching it horror, huh, sister?"

After from Dufan. Meira decides to go to the cinema. It's seven o'clock now, but the girl doesn't want to go home yet.

Alka nodded. "Originally you're not in mode" he said.

Meira giggles and orders a ticket and some popcorn and fries and soda. After that he returned to Alka who was busy with her phone.

"Now, Brother hold popcorn as much as drink."

Alka according. Let this girl be satisfied with him now. Tomorrow he won't.

Both entered the cinema. Take a seat in the fifth row from the front. The lights start to turn off, followed by a large screen that lights up.

Just the opening of the horror film, Meira had already inched closer to Alka. Eat the fries slowly, accompanied by eyes that look straight at the big screen.

Alka stared at Meira at a glance, after which she went back to watching occasionally stuffing popcorn into her mouth. The two dissolve in silence in the cinema, occasionally Meira mutters indistinctly and hisses in fear.

Just as a ghostly face full of blood with an unformed face was displayed on the screen, Meira reflexively hugged Alka from the side. Hiding his face in the guy's arm.

Alka rolled her eyes lazily and then took off Meira's embrace.

"Don't be brave, then" said Alka, flat.

Meira's lips pursed, the girl went back to watching the movie solemnly.

***

The red and black sports bike reached the front of Meira's towering house. The girl who sat in the back seat came down and took off Alka's jacket which was coiled around her waist.

Alka nodded at a glance then opened the glass of her helmet without getting off the bike. The man's hand was raised taking Meira's jacket.

"Gue came home," she said with a nod and a big smile by Meira.

Alka was just about to launch her bike. The sound of the door made him go down. The engine was turned off and then removed the helmet that had been perched on his head.

"Son Alka, why don't you come in?" Hanin approached Alka who got off the motor.

The woman's hand was outstretched as Alka was about to crucify her hand.

"You stop by first, yuk. Aunty happened to be cooking dinner," Hanin bargained.

Meira looked at Alka expectantly. While the one in the face just silent as if thinking.

"Sorry, aunt. Tap--"

"Udah come on in. Auntie knows you haven't eaten, right?" cut Hanin.

The woman then pulled Alka's hand into her house. Followed by Meira who giggled herself behind them.

"Father!!" Meira excitedly approached her new Papa down the stairs. Hugged the man tightly.

"Papa tumben quickly home. Must be a real miss, right the same Mei?" cercanya.

Arya—Papa Meira—chuckles then takes off Meira's hug quietly. Her burly hand raised against Meira's hair.

"Yes, here. I miss the same princess Papa."

Meira laughs and hugs her papa arm while walking to the dining table.

Arya's steps came to a halt as her eyes caught a guy sitting at the dinner table. His wife seemed familiar with the man.

"Who is he, Mah?" arya asked opening her voice.

Hanin looked at her husband and smiled. "He's Alka, Pah. Meira's friend."

Arya turned to Meira as if asking the truth or not. Meira nodded and whispered.

"Girlfriend-to-be, too, Pah."

Arya just smiled faintly and sat at the very end of the seat. Meira sat in front of Alka. Arya's eyes kept staring at Alka.

"Why not eat?" tanya Hanin broke Aryan daydreams.

Arya began to eat the food Hanin had prepared. But, his eyes continued to stare at Alka with an indecipherable look.

Feeling stared at, over time Alka was also uncomfortable. Actually he knew that from the first time Papa Meira came, the man just kept looking at him. Alka doesn't know why. He also felt familiar with the face of Papa Meira. But Alka forgot who.

"Your name is Alka?" arya asked, occasionally eating her food.

"Yes, Om." Alka smiled slightly thinly.

Arya nodded at a glance, mixing vegetables into her rice. "Where did I get my son home from this hour?" arya's tone sounded flat. I don't know what that flat tone means.

"Bah," scolded Meira. He felt bad for Alka.

Arya glanced at Meira then refocused on the seemingly ordinary Alka.

"Sorry, Om. But I had the same permission as Aunt Hanin, really." Alka cleans her lips after drinking.

Arya took a sip of water and then cleaned her lips with the tissue available on the dining table.

"Well, it won't be until nine o'clock."

Seeing the hostile condition of her husband, Hanin spoke up. "Well, Papa, what is Alka? He's good, you know. You can take care of Meira too" Hanin exclaimed. Trying to appease her husband who is always overprotective when it comes to Meira.

"Father, don't tell me Alka is evil. Papa just doesn't want, what's going on with Brother Meira is repeated."

Alka quietly knitted her brows. Brother Meira? Meira has a sister?

"Once again sorry, Om. I won't let Meira go again" said Alka.

Meira glares in disbelief. "Kok, Brother Alka said that, anyway? Papa was just worried about Meira so say that," Meira said. His tone was whining.

Arya looked at Meira who had a chest with a pouting face.

"May, you can't just trust people. There are a lot of bad people out there who are looking for you. Moreover, you know yourself, who was your brother first?" Arya tried to remind Meira gently.

Hanin switched to cleaning the dining table. While Alka just silently looked at the father and the child. With a brain busy looking for answers, who's Meira's sister? What happened to your brother?

"But right, Brother Alka is a martial arts master. He can definitely protect Meira, Papa."

Alka stared flatly at Meira. Now he's also downstairs into the drama Father and son.

Arya stood up from her chair. Leaving them without a word.

***

The roar of the motor exhaust and the sound of cheering clashed into one. Sircuit stands were filled by several spectators at 11 pm tonight. On the right stands are Bagus, Devan and other members of The Lion, as well as several other spectators who joined them.

On the left side of the stands, there was Samuel with the other Wolf Gang. There are also several other motorcycle gangs sitting there.

Devan, although with the condition of the arm tempted he still came to encourage Alka. Even his voice is the biggest. Across the street, Samuel is no different than Devan. Her arms were flushed and her face was still filled with medicinal plaster. Devan smiled obliquely looking at Alka's handwork on Samuel's face.

Several branded sports bikes have stood firmly at the start line of the sircuit. Alka's red and black sports bike stands adjacent to Petra's red and black sports bike.

With the typical racer clothes, Alka rode her iron horse. Put on his fullface helmet well then tighten his black hand shirt. Those sharp eyes glanced at Petra who was right beside him.

"Welcome to fight, you need money to be free from the environment of the Wolf Gang." Petra grinned sharply behind her helmet.

Alka just stared flat and looked ahead. A beautiful girl with less material clothes walked up to take a position in the middle of them. Dice-patterned flag with black and white in raised high by the girl.

The first hit, the sound of the exhaust roar grew louder.

The second count, everyone took a position ready to go.

Until the count of three, some motor sport was speeding along the sircuit.

The audience cheers are increasingly deafening when they see the sport motors collide with each other's speed.

Not until a few minutes, a flock of colliding motorcycles began to appear. Led with a red black sport bike who knows who the owner is. In the event, there are four owners of motor sport with similar colors.

The tense cheer on the audience grew increasingly boisterous. Especially when you see two sports bikes in red and black lead. They both seem to be locked in to each other. Until finally one of them reached the finish line first, and the other one fell to the edge of the sircuit.