[TLS#1] Senior
SENIOR 31

"Bima Brother?!" pekik.

The guy in the same uniform as him who was sitting on the sofa was commenting on a friendly smile then waving. "Hi" said.

Meira blinked twice and walked over. Sitting on the sofa in front of Bima with a backpack on his lap.

"Why aren't you here? Ah, I mean, Brother Bima why bis--"

"He's the private teacher you mean, Mei. From now on Bima will teach you." as she returned her son's gaze, Arya walked and sat beside Meira who looked at her confused.

"What the hell do you mean, brother?" Meira looked at Bima who was chuckling in front of her.

"So gini, last time I visited my Papa company. There's Om Arya there, I'm afraid he wants to find a private tutor for his son whose name is Meira. I don't think it's lo, but it turns out it's really lo. So I nawarin myself," said Bima at length.

Meira looked at the guy. "So if for example it's not Meira, Bima will not want to?" I don't know why that question came out of Meira's mouth. He himself cursed his mouth.

Bima was silent for a few seconds before answering. "Maybe, yes. I also want to because I think we're a skolah. So it's no problem, is it?"

Meira nodded with her lips slightly tilted. He then stood up. "Sister Bima don't go home yet, Dad. Dinner here anyway, let's be late in malem we learn together." I don't know what Meira thinks until he says it.

Bima was flinched and then nodded. Can't be lied to there's a part of him that cheers happily.

"But learn it in a cafe, yeah, sister. Mei was at home." the girl then looked at Arya who was just listening. "Can you, Pa?" tanyakanya.

Arya nodded. "Can, Kok."

Meira smiled and headed to her room to clean up.

***

The man in black jeans and sleeveless t-shirt sat with smoke billowing in the balcony air of his apartment room. On the index finger and middle finger of his right hand was tucked into a lighted cylindrical object.

Alka stared blankly ahead with thousands of questions in her head. About his mother, the double person he suffered, Gilang, Meira, and Bianca.

The thick plumes of smoke returned from his mouth and nostrils. He took another sip of it and stepped on it until it went out.

Alka took a breath and turned her head to the star-spreading sky. He misses his mother, misses Soraya's arms. Missing the soft voice of Soraya who could always soften her ferocious side.

"How are you, Ma?" wept muttering. His knees were bent with both arms as support. He then smiled thinly. A week after Soraya's departure, Alka was completely lonely. He only has The Lion. A group of figures who are always there for Alka.

Fun with his mind, suddenly the phone that was nearby rang. Showing a name that Alka hates.

Samuel.

Alka chose the chili, until the ringing of the three calls made her cluck then with a heavy heart shifted the green icon and attached the object to the right ear.

"To the point" said Alka. Flat.

Alka could hear the rarity from across. "Gue wants to see you" replied Samuel.

Alka frowned and then returned to voice. "Gue sib- -"

"Now."

Tut!

Alka breathed a lazy breath and went into her room. I don't know what the problem is now, he thought.

***

"What message do you want?"

Meira turned the menu book over before she looked at Bima. "Strawberry milkshakes, my brother. I'm still full of food."

Bima nodded. "Strawberry milkshake one, Cappucino one," he exclaimed at the waitress beside him.

"The order will be in a few minutes."

Bima nodded in understanding before the waitress left. Five minutes ago, they arrived at a fairly crowded cafe. The cafe is located not far from a famous nightclub.

"What do we want to learn this time?" bima asked, breaking the silence.

Meira, who had been busy with her book, shifted the book in front of Bima. "This, Mei doesn't understand the way it's calculated." Meira points to a Geometric Transformation formula.

Bima chuckles.

***

"Ten minutes. I'm busy."

Samuel just stared flatly at Alka who was sitting casually before him. The two men of that age sat in a warkop that was often in the tongkrongi of the youth.

Alka briefly flinched before a small grin. "Gue has more important business than just family gatherings." Alka chuckles. "Ah, family. It felt a bit strange I called that word." Alka's face came back cold.

Samuel smiled in anguish. "Why? Never had a family, Dad?"

Alka without burden nodded. "Lo knows the reason" he said, lightly.

Samuel mangosteen. He then looked at Alka who was also staring at him flatly.

"You want an illegitimate child or a collect child though, you must still come. Consider it, this is a request from your brother." Samuel gave a small grin after emphasizing the word 'Brother'.

"What am I going to do there?" Alka raised one eyebrow. "A humiliation? Any more?" Alka squealed then chuckled.

Samuel shrugged his shoulders. "Gue doesn't know you're gonna get any insults or anything. Clearly, you'll realize where the real bastard is." Samuel drew out Alka's sharp eyes with an equally sharp gaze and stood up.

"Gue unplug. I don't want people to think we're best friends talking over coffee."

Samuel then left after keeping the red money on the table. Leaving Alka with clenched hands on the table.

***

"Please well, brother. I did not expect it could be that easy to understand the same explanation Kak Bima. Though if the explanation of the teacher must turn the brain first around the world."

Bima who was driving turned to Meira for a moment and then chuckled. "That's a lazy one, Mei," he chuckled.

Meira's lips pursed a few centi. "How not to be lazy, brother. The explanation is complicated, convoluted. Not like Kak Bima directly core."

Bima's left hand raised rattled Meira's hair and then chuckled before focusing her gaze back on the dark road.

"Please!" peekik Meira suddenly.

TCIITT!!

Bima's left arm reflexively held Meira's head when their car stopped suddenly. Bima turned to Meira who was wide ahead. He then followed the direction of the girl's gaze.

Up ahead, Five big-bodied men are working on a guy that Bima believes is his age. He closed his eyes and then opened his eyes.

"Alka," he muttered to invite Meira's gaze.

"Alka?" meira Beo. He looked back at the guy in the crook. He was about to get out of the car but Bima first blocked his arm.

"Lo here, aja. Danger. Let me get down."

Meira wanted to protest but Bima interrupted first. "Trust me the same."

Meira finally just resigned. He looked at Bima who was descending helping Alka. Meira bites her nails, she's afraid to see Alka in the kroyok. Moreover, Meira could see if Alka was drunk this time.

Long enough until finally the five men left after losing to Bima, Meira came down in haste then squatted on the asphalt, right beside Alka.

"K-sister, what's the big brother?" Meira could not hide her voice shakes. The battered face of Alka felt slashing the recesses of her heart.

Alka stared long enough at Meira before finally pulling the girl in for a hug. Alka needs a backrest, she's tired of all this.

Bima who stood near them no longer cared.

Meira flinched for a few seconds before she heard Alka's shriek that made her want to shed tears. Sounds like a frustrated person.

"To-please...."

The swirl pierced Meira's heart. Slowly he returned Alka's embrace.

"May here, brother... Azka's."

Well, Meira knew this was Azka and not Alka. Meira had seen Azka's scorpion tattoo before the sturdy arm embraced her.

Azka tightened her embrace and buried her face in Meira's hair. Cherry Blossom's. And Azka likes that scent.

"Gu-gue is tired." Meira simply stroked the burly back before finally her shoulders felt heavy. He turned to the side and found Azka already asleep on his shoulder. Even the stench of alcohol from the guy did not make Meira to stay away. In his heart he wanted to ask, what is it with Alka to such a mess?

Meira looked up at Bima who had been silent since. "Sister Bima can help me bring Kak Alka to his apartment? Mei will know the address."

Without hesitation Bima nodded then helped Meira to drive Alka to the car.

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