[TLS#1] Senior
SENIOR 23

The atmosphere inside the teacher room was a bit stressful for Mr. Handoko and the homeroom teacher. How not, in the room there are three policemen sitting side by side talking to Pak Handoko and the homeroom teacher.

If according to Mr. Handoko and Alka's homeroom teacher this is a stressful situation, it is different from Alka and his friends. The guys are even cool with their own activities.

Alka who leaned her shoulders on the sofa while crossing her arms and closed her eyes. Devan, Adnan and Ezra were busy chatting for some reason. Good who was busy with her long hair, Malik, Tian and Arnold who were busy staring at the one phone that was in Malik's grip.

"I'm sorry, sir. But it looks like we have to arrest Alka first until the person who caused the riot is found" said the middle-aged police officer with the name tag Adrian.

All the members of The Lion who were busy with his activities suddenly stared intently at one object.

Mr. Handoko sighed. "Is there no other way, sir? Alka's still a student, and if she's downstairs to the police station the image of our school will be damaged."

Adrian shook his head slowly. "Sorry, Sir. But that's the only way to give Alka a deterrent effect. So we have to hold him."

Devan stood up from the chair. "Can't!" his jolt. "Mother can't play with people, either. Here Alka and we are also victims, sir. We didn't know there was going to be an attack on the school today!"

Alka's friends nodded. "Really, Sir. Potang-about Father this police do not arbitrarily dong nahan people, aja." chirped Ezra added.

Mr. Handoko scratched his non-itchy eyebrows. "Devan, sit back!" strict orders.

With a lazy sigh Devan again sat cross-legged with his legs crossed.

Mr. Handoko switched to Mr. Adrian. "If that is the only way, then I allow you to hold Alka for a while."

Brak!

All eyes were on Bagus who was crashing the table. "Sir Handoko how, anyway?! Kan, you also know that Alka is not guilty!" todongnya with sharp eyes staring at Mr. Handoko and Mr. Adrian alternately.

"Good, you calm down. Alka won't last for years there. He'll be free if the man who caused this riot is found."

"Keep if the person doesn't see how?" This time it was Tian who spoke.

Mr. Handoko was silent for a moment. He turned to look at Alka who was calm. As if this was no big deal to him.

"I'm sure that person must have met. Because he must be your enemy."

"But, Sir---"

"Lo calm down, aja. I won't rot behind those bars." Alka stood up from the sofa and patted Bagus twice on the shoulder. "Gue believed the same, lo." a burden seemed to be propping up on Good's shoulder after Alka said that sentence.

Good to breathe heavily. "Sir, Al. If you are arrested, we must also be detained. Not only you are involved in this riots, but all of us. The Lions!"

Devan, Tian, Arnold, Ezra, Malik and Adnan stood up. "We are ready to be held together lo, Al," said Ezra who was nodding others.

Alka grimaced then sighed softly. "If you're all arrested, who's gonna find the culprit?" asked Alka who managed to silence her friends.

Alka turned to Adrian who was already standing. He put both his hands on Adrian.

"I am ready to bear the consequences of my actions" Alka said, along with the handcuffs that held her wrists together.

Mr. Handoko stood up, as well as the Alka homeroom teacher who had been staring silently at Alka ever since. He was touched to see Alka. Alka was brandal but the boy had a great sense of responsibility, which is why he never hated Alka like the other teachers.

Woman it—wali class Alka—ia forward stroking shoulder Alka. "I believe in you, Alka." she gave a sincere smile. Alka replied to him with a faint smile, as if thanking him without a sound.

***

Garuda High School Corridor was filled with students standing staring at Alka's departure with two policemen beside her holding the boy's arm. Whispers by whispers had crossed Alka's hearing, but again, she remained calm and unconcerned.

On the second floor, Meira stared at the sturdy back with nanar. There was a flick in his heart when he saw Alka being led away by two men in uniform.

The rubbing on Meira's shoulder made the girl turn her head to the side. There, there was Dita who was smiling at him. "Lo don't want to fuck him? What is it to say?" ask Dita.

Meira shook her head weakly, she looked back at Alka who started getting into the police car. "I don't want to make Kak Alka angry anymore" said Meira, the girl's voice was so slow that it almost resembled a whisper.

Dita pats Meira on the shoulder and then embraces her. "Don't be so sad, ah, May. Doesn't match your cheerful face." Dita turned her body to look at Meira. Both of his hands raised curling the corners of Meira's lips upwards. "Smile, dong. Let it not be beautiful."

I don't want to finally smile. Even if it looks forced, at least he does not want to make his friend know about his sadness. Alka's painful words were still ringing in her ears. But what power, Meira's love is far greater than Alka's spicy sentence.

***

Alka drowned her face between the folds of her hands. His knees were bent so that he could be his hand support. The guy sighed, he was quite stuffy behind those iron bars. A busy policeman passed by no longer cared. The needle on his watch had already shown at 18:45 and until now there had been no news from his friends.

In a split second, the policewoman standing in front of Alka's cell caught her attention.

"You're Alka?" ask the Polwan. Alka nodded her eyes at the policewoman.

"Someone wants to meet you."

Alka quickly stood up and walked over to the police. "Who?"

Instead of answering, the policewoman opened the cell door and let Alka out. "He's waiting for you in the den." The police officer just passed by.

***

A bushel of food was on the table, pushed slowly in front of Alka. The white bushel gave off an odor that managed to make the worms in Alka's stomach rebel.

"Did you come here?" ask Alka. Staring at the girl who had been sitting down before him.

"I-I just want to look at K-kak Alka," replied the girl nervously.

Alka raised one eyebrow. "Certainly? Now you look at me."

The girl let out a heavy sigh and then ventured to look at Alka's black eyes. "May want to apologize to Alka," said the girl again. His eyes are slightly red.

"Make?"

"Make that one at school. Sorry because May was so bad. I'm sorry that Mei made Alka angry. I'm sorry I'm so sorry."

It came out of Meira's tiny lips. He looked down again, hiding his tears from Alka. He didn't want Alka to take him for a crybaby.

No response from Alka. The guy just silently looked at Meira who sobbed in his bow. Long enough he with such a position, until finally he clucked slowly and then patted the top of Meira's head twice.

"Well how many times, I said. Do not cry," said Alka, flat.

Meira then rubbed her wet cheeks and looked back at Alka. "Sister still angry with Mei?" he asked, with a tone that sounded whining.

Alka just shook her head. "Gue's not angry. I just don't like you dangerous yourself."

There was a strange sigh in Meira's heart hearing him. Although it sounds flat, but the sentence managed to warm Meira's heart. He smelled a smile. "I'm sorry again. For the future, May will not harm herself May again. Promise!" Meira raised her hand, highlighting Alka with a sure look. It was as if he wanted to tell Alka that he meant it.

"That's why I brought you some food for Brother." Meira pointed at the bushel with her eyes. "I know, you haven't eaten, have you, since?" Alka just shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

"Yaudah, I'm going home, Dad, sister." Alka nodded and stood up as Meira stood up.

Not yet had Meira left, a policeman came to Alka with a mobile phone. "This is from your friend. He said he wanted to say something important to you" the police said, handing Alka a cell phone.

Alka accepted it and began to attach the flat object to her right ear. "Hello?" sapana.

"Hello, Al. It's me Devan."

"Why, Van?"

"Alka serious, here. Nyokab you drop condition, he knows that you go to jail."

"What?!" Alka rounded her eyes. His jaw suddenly hardened. Meira who saw that knitted her brows.

"Yes, Al. I don't know what to do, nyokab lo fainted since. The doctor said he called your name before he fainted."

"Damn. Who told you about this?"

"Gue doesn't know, either. But if I may, I suspect Aunt Megan. Mr. Handoko nelfon to the home phone, lo. And I'm afraid Aunt Megan's adopted."

Alka growled with her clenched left hand. "Van, please take care of nyokab, I. If he's talking about me, you tell him I'm okay. Okay?"

"okay."

Alka disconnected the phone and handed it to the police. After the departure of the policeman, Alka slumped her body into a chair. Sighing repeatedly to ease his emotions.

"Kak Alka why?" ask Meira, be careful.

Alka looked at Meira who was also looking at her with a puzzled look. "Lo any activity after this?" ask Alka.

Meira's eyebrows are linked. Though puzzled he still answered with a slab. "May have nothing to do anymore" Meira replied.

Alka stood up and walked closer to Meira. He stared into Meira's eyes long enough that the master was a little misbehaved.

"K-kak Alka why do I look like that?" ask Meira, clumsy.

Alka averted her gaze then cleared her head briefly. "Lo can help me, right?"

Meira nodded without hesitation. "May will be ready to help Kak Alka. Whatever it is!" his spirit.

Alka smiled a smile so thin that Meira did not notice it. "Jagain nyokab me, yeah. He's dropping, please calm him down."

Meira smiled sincerely and then ventured to stroke Alka's arm which was still wrapped in Garuda High School uniform. "May promise to take care of Mama Kak Alka." Meira pulled her hand. "If that's Mei saying goodbye, well, sister."

Alka nodded. He looked at Meira who slowly turned around to leave him.

"Meira."

Meira froze at his feet. For the first time Alka spoke her name in a soft voice. No cynical, cold, sharp, or flat tones. Meira turned around stiffly.

"W-why Brother?"

Alka smiled faintly. Both of his hands were drowned in his gray pants pocket. "Thank you" he said later.

***

The sound of laughter inside the luxurious apartment echoed. A few bottles of alcoholic beverages were lined up on the table. Cigarette packs and cigarette butts are no longer inevitable.

The guy with the black jeans torn on his knees sits on the sofa with his right leg raised to the top of his left leg. In between his middle and index fingers was tucked a lit cigarette. Plumes of smoke from his mouth and nose crept into the ceiling of the apartment.

A man in a black jacket walks into the apartment. "Where?" said the guy sitting on the couch.

"Alka went to jail, and her sick mother dropped," reported the man who had just entered.

The man sitting on the couch threw his cigarette butts on the floor and stepped on them with the Nike shoes he was wearing. Laughter of victory came out of the man's mouth without caring for his friend who had fallen asleep from drunkenness, and also his friend who was busy making out with the paid woman.

"Good," he murmured with a slanted smile. "So soon he'll be ruined!" the laughter sounded again.

"Lo can go!" his orders were on the guy who gave him the report. After the man left, he again took a sip of Wine in front of him.

"GET OUT, LO!"

Sayup-sayup that guy—Arkan—heard a screaming voice from behind the door of his apartment.

With gontai Arkan walked open the door of his apartment. He first pressed down on some combination of numbers before opening the door.

Cklek!

Bugh!

Along with the opening of the Arkan apartment door, one kick in the guy's stomach got from a long-haired guy who was none other than Nice.

"Damn it!" Arkan hissed and got up. Serving one bogeman on Nice cheek.

Nice little staggered to the side. He brushed his hair back with his burly hands and then wiped the corner of his bloody lips.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Arkan's cheeks and chest came back under attack from Bagus. Arkan fell down with blood coming out of his mouth. His drunken state became good luck for Good.

Good to take a step forward.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Fists on Arkan's cheeks and chin became the reason the man was unconscious. Nice to smile on his side then tidying up his slightly tangled clothes.

He took the rope out of his jacket pocket and tied Arkan's hands back. Roughly, he dragged Arkan out of the apartment. No matter what Arkan's clothes might get dirty sweeping the floor of the apartment. Good just to avenge him.

Because of Arkan, Alka went to prison.

"Welcome to hell, Arkan." Good grinning cruel.