[TLS#1] Senior
SENIOR 27

The wall clock in Meira's bluebaby room only shows at 05:30 but Meira is busy with all her needs.

"Mtk's book. It's English. Chemicals already. Huh! The jam!" He breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl then walked towards the dresser. His gray-white uniform was already attached in his tiny body.

Meira then put baby powder on her face and then added with a thin pink liptint polish so as not to look pale.

He then smiled broadly at the mirror. "Yes my. Wh why? Wh why? Why?" Meira stared at the mirror. "Why am I so beautiful, anyway?!" pekiknya.

After twirling his body in front of the mirror. She then reached into the dresser drawer looking for something called a bando.

The first drawer does not exist as well as the second drawer and so on.

"Kok, my bando doesn't exist, huh? The feeling I put here, deh, if it's used up." His forehead is a sign of thinking. "Is it possible that there's a tuyul bando now, huh?"

"Yes, anyway?"

While still busy looking for his band here and there. Suddenly the door of her room opened until it appeared that Hanin who shook his eyes was staring at her daughter's room.

"May, before the bath, the bed was in bed first, baby. Girl's childhood room gini, anyway." Hanin went into the room and sat down on the edge of Meira's bed. Looking at his busy son to and fro looking for something.

"May, you're horrifying Mama, no, no?"

"Okay, Ma.., this May again nyari bando mickey mouse I'm the red color item. Don't talk just yet." Meira remains busy with her search. Searching his closet until scattered.

"Can't you use the others? Why use all the bando, anyway?"

"Ih, Mama, mah, don't understand. Meira's beauty is increased 99.9 percent if you use a bando."

Hanin snorted at the words of his son. He then patted the eel as he remembered something.

"Oh yes, Mama forgot to tell you that Alka is under your waiting," he said. Staring at Meira's busy back flipping through the sofa cushions.

"Hm." Meira cleared her throat. A few seconds later, the activity stopped. He turned to look at his mother with slightly rounded eyes.

"What did mama say?" tanyakanya.

Hanin's eyebrows are wrinkled. "Alka wait for you downstairs. It's six o'clock past ten minutes."

"WHAT?!" Meira stared at the pinkbaby wall clock. His eyes are spreading.

"Ih, Mama, really, didn't say anything from earlier, anyway." the girl hastily reached into her makeup drawer again. Take one pin of blue hair and then pin it to his hair.

"Why are you, what, in such a hurry?" ask Hanin. Standing face to face staring at Meira who was sagging.

"If the sluggish Mei there Mei is left with Kak Alka." He's headed for the shoe. Take two pairs of Converse and Pentofel shoes. He showed the shoes to Hanin.

"Which "Meira is good? This or this?" Meira lifts Converse and Pentofel's shoes alternately on her right and left hands.

"It--"

"Okay, May's got Converse."

"Oh.., Mah. Mama didn't see Mei's white socks?"

"Try looking in the kitchen pot."

Meira. "Ih, Mama. Seriously know!"

Hanin chuckled and picked up something under the pile of Meira's clothes that had fallen while looking for a bando.

"This what?" ask Hanin. Lifting the folded socks in front of Meira.

Meira then cengenesan. "Thank you, Mama." He kissed Hanin's cheek.

"Smatch, gih. Alka kasian waitinya."

"Yes, yes." Meira started wearing her socks and continued with her shoes.

"Yuk, Mom. May is ready."

Hanin clucked softly and tidied Meira's hair. "So that girl doesn't have to be too crumpled" Hanin sneered. He left the room first.

Meira breathed a nervous sigh. Somehow it felt different to know that Alka had come to pick him up. But he already knew this would happen. Remembering the chat Alka sent last night.

"OK, Meira. Don'tbe nervous! Take a deep breath, but don't fart." He then took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through his mouth.

***

And back again, Garuda High School was again shocked when they saw the most wanted them to come with a girl this morning.

Who else if not Meira and Alka. Two human beings who suddenly horrendous school at a very early hour.

As she got off the Alka motorbike, Meira began to hear the throws that were starting to air talking about her.

"That's not Meira, huh?"

"Yes. How, could it be Alka, yeah?"

"Tau, tuh. Maybe they took it? Kan, Meira deket same son of The Lion."

"Ish, what the fuck, anyway! It's impossible, Alka's the same kid as him. It's like that kind of kid!"

"It's kasi tau Naila, nih. It will be good!"

Meira tries to heed her ears from honest throws a little to make Meira hurt.

The girl breathed slowly. He looked up when Alka was already beside him.

"Lo can go to class by himself, right?" ask Alka. His gaze flat unsheathed the cheap gossipers of Garuda High School.

"Aren't you going to anterin me to class?" pelas Meira's. He stared pleading with Alka.

Alka glanced for a moment at Meira then gave a slow snort. "Gua has business" he replied.

"But I'm scared, brother. Later if in the corridor met with Kak Naila how? What if I get bullied again?"

Alka silent. Breath sounds from the guy. "Jude." He walked first leaving Meira frowning.

"Judah what, dad?" mummified Meira. Baffled. But he still followed Alka who turned out to be walking towards his class.

Meira silently held back a smile. Staring at the back of Alka who was walking with firm steps. Really, Meira really admired the creature of God that one.

Meira equalized her steps as Alka started climbing the stairs towards the second floor of the eleventh grade.

"Aren't you going to class today?" ask Meira. Holding both straps of her bag tightly.

"Sir" replied Alka. His gaze straightened unwillingly looked at Meira.

"Why?" Meira looked at it for a moment. Just to see Alka's face.

"Udah until. Sana's in." the guy points into Meira's class with his chin.

Meira pinched her lips. He has not yet received an answer to his question.

"Jawab first question, May. Brother why don't you ma---"

"Ih, the fridge is running! Fortunately it was handsome. Can't say much. Gemes me, tuh!"

***

When the break arrived, Garuda High School was again shocked by the return of one of the Lion members who had moved from school.

The guy—Dimas—walking in the corridor with his cool-ass whistles. Both of his hands were drowned in his pants pocket. His eyes were busy gnashing at every beautiful girl he saw.

"Eh, that's not Dimas, huh? Which time it had moved on for a month in tenth grade?"

"Yes. Who moved to Bandung, right?"

"Isn't he a Bandung guy, huh?"

"Yes, anyway. But, really, he can go back, Dad? isn't it if you can't move back here?"

"Please, who can't while having money."

"Oh, that... Play through money, yeah."

The black-and-white Nike shoe-footed leg stopped stepping as its ears caught a less-than-pleasant sneer.

He turned his head with one eyebrow raised on two guys who were standing next to each other on the corridor wall.

Dimas then stepped closer to the two guys. Inadvertently his eyes caught the emblem of class on the sleeves of both of them.

"Class 11. Huh." He was squealing in his mind.

"Punten, yeah, Kang. Last time, tea, what did Akang say, yak?" He's acting kind of familiar.

"Kang, Akang, you think I'm a meatball!" one of the guys jerked nonchalantly at Dimas.

Dimas raised both his hands. "Woho... Santuy, orang, Kang. I am, it is good, I am even loud. Excess gasoline, yeah, kang?" Dimas showed a mocking smile at her.

Both men were caught. "Eh, you're still a middle-class sister, yeah. Gentleman, same Senior!" peekik one of them again. Some people started to crowd around watching the three of them.

Dimas was still relaxed even though the jerking man's hand was pointing at his face.

"I'm tea, less polite what else, euy. Call me akang, it's angry. Then I want to call you, Naon? The senior? Or Brother?"

"Lo really, really, yeah! You're a member of The Lion, don't have to be a song!"

"Well, this is why, take The Lion with you. That angry lion wants to be at the crest?" Dimas chuckled at the end of his sentence. The oddity that sounded mocking and of course provoked the emotions of the two men.

When one of the men raised his hand about to bogey Dimas, suddenly his hand was on the handle with a burly hand.

All who are spectators round their eyes. Some people bite their fingers when they see the owner.

"Bored living?" that voice. A heavy voice that is well memorized who the owner is.

Alka. The guy slowly stood between Dimas and the guy who was about to hit Dimas. His hands still faithfully cupped the man's fists.

The legs of the two men began to tremble. Sipping his saliva with difficulty when he saw the cold look from Alka's face.

"Well, Kan. I did, by the way. Why bring The Lion. Angry, right, the lion." Dimas chuckled again. Blinked one of his eyes at the two men.

"Sorry, Brother Alka. I-we're sorry." the guy grimaced as Alka tightened her arms.

"Sorry the same Dimas."

The guy nodded. Grimacing loudly as Alka stomped roughly at his hand. The two men then approached Dimas. He lowered his head many times with a mutter of apologies and then ran away from the corridor.

"When we play again, yeah, Kang!" yelled Dimas at the two running guys.

He then laughed then embraced Alka tightly. "Abang Alka... Tea dimas, kangen pisan with brother...."

Alka pulled out Dimas' head and clucked. "Don't have much style." He went to the back-school cafeteria followed by Dimas.

***

"Lo, anyway. Just entered directly because of!" Good to menoyor head Dimas who now wears a black hat belonging to Malik with the reverse position.

Dimas plucked the siren. "First entering tea school, I should do something beautiful in memory, Bang Gus." he replied casually as if this was no problem.

"Based on the drop of hell. Entar lo enter BK directly in DO. Just entered the same problem senior." Devan. That guy helped Dimas finish the chirping.

"The problem, yeah, Bang. The tea, don't like the seniors. Yeah, well, Dimas is handsome and rich. Son of a conglomerate, really. But don't talk about it, either. Kan, Dimas feels like a top celebrity," he said casually but seemed arrogant.

Malik stuck his head. "Still rich Devan, songong lo shucks!" his lips.

Dimas. In the next second, his eyes accidentally caught Arnold staring at his phone.

"Bang Arnold kunaon, okay? Secretly bae," she said.

Arnold looked up and grunted softly.

"Sensitize him lately. Breaking up the love of the country in cheating is just as much a girl," Tian chirped.

"Meira is sensiin" Adnan said.

Dimas laughed and threw my skin at Arnold.

"Damn it," said Arnold when my skin hit his hand.

"Eh, Bang. Don't worry about feeling like that if the girl doang, mah. Nih, well, Dimas tea, got a lot of stock chicks here." Dimas picked up his phone.

"If Bang Arnold wants a little Dimas deh, but atu aja, well." Dimas cengegesan at the end of his sentence.

"Semerdeka lo aja!" grunts Arnold.

"Eh, why are you here? Not in class?" ask Adnan. Looking at the little grinning Dimas.

"somewhat important. Also, talk about that material again. Aing mah, it's a poultice! Vomiting material aing in Bandung, mah."

"God, songong! New first class aja songong lu, nyet! You don't go up to the truant class mostly new dah, tuh, nangis kejer to his mother!" cibir Tian's.

Dimas. "Bang Tian, mah, don't understand. High school, there's no beauty in it without truancy."

"Yes, yes." said Adnan.

"What color?" Dimas stared at them one by one with a slanted grin.

"BECAUSE NAUGHTY IS A GUY'S!" scream them together. Ria bertos each other and then laugh. It's really simple to be happy.

Alka who had just come from the toilet also let out a small laugh when she heard their screeches.

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