[TLS#1] Senior
SENIOR 5

This morning Meira walked down the school corridor with a smile that never faded from her sweet face. Sometimes the girl greeted the students who saw her.

"I really could finally deket the same cement Kak Alka, surely soon I deket also the same Kak Alka," his mind was happy.

"Eittss stop!" Meira flinched for a while before blabbing her irritated lips.

"Dita, Bella! I guess who knows!" the upset.

"Who do you think?" bella asked with a smile.

Meira seemed to smile shyly and then tucked her hair behind her ears.

"I think Alka's sister, hehe."

Dita and Bella laugh at Meira's behavior.

"May, May, there's-there's lo," kekeh Dita.

"The transmission of the deadly virus Kak Alka nih, child," Bella laughed.

Meira stared confusedly at Bella.

"Don't Alka have a virus, Bell? Which really?!" screeches, panics.

Dita and Bella simultaneously scratched her non-itchy nape.

"It's not that beautiful Meira, but look forward to me...." Dita clenched her lips.

"Well, how do the beautiful dong Dita not how much?"

"Ck. Umpah, deh. Mending us to class, rather than here diiatin many people," Bella invited.

"But Alka doesn't really have a virus, does she, Bella?"

Bella rolled her eyes lazily, then grabbed Meira on the right and Dita on the left.

"My dear May, no, no, no, Kak Alka's virus," replied Bella, starting to get annoyed.

"Alhamdulillah," Meira murmured while stroking the chest.

The three girls walked towards their class, XI IPA 2. The three were joking along the corridor, not infrequently they chased each other or hit each other slowly if they laughed.

Until a commotion made their steps stop.

"That's what, well Bel, Ta? How much of a storm?" ask Meira, confused. Unlike Bella and Dita who are mediocre because he thinks this is commonplace.

"Oh, that's the most son of The Lion who came," replied Bella who is possessed by Dita.

Meira took off their embrace. "The Lion's son?" Meira looked at Bella and Dita alternately and both nodded.

Meira quickly ran to the source of the commotion. He was very curious about the commotion.

"Where is May going?!" shout Dita.

"You are ahead!!"

Dita and Bella also follow Meira, to be honest they do not want to miss the opportunity to see The Lion children who always come together every morning. Even though this is a common thing.

Arriving at the front, Meira was riveted. There all the children of The Lion came along with the motor sport ninja partly and harley partly. The troupe is led by a red sport bike that Meira believes belongs to Alka.

All the students who witnessed the award were hysterical, some even made a snap for her instagram.

Meira is further amazed when Alka opens her full face helmet. The guy is seen ruffling his hair after removing the helmet and getting off the bike followed by Bagus, Devan and some of The Lion core kids.

Alka and The Lion walk towards Meira to make the girl's heart like it wants to fall from its place. Meira gave a big smile seeing Alka and The Lion getting closer to her.

"Dwearing... Brother Alka wants my nyamperin, yak? How'd it go here, anyway?" inner cheering.

"Alka is not doubted anymore if the problem looks," praised Bella, shook her head in disbelief with a straight look towards the handsome guys.

"Not only Alka, but the other Lion children are also handsome," Dita timpal said with an expression of amazement.

Meira's hope that Alka would approach him was lost just like that, when the guy just passed by without a word.

"Lo geer, well, Alka's gonna nyamperin you?" whispered Good beside Meira while chuckling.

Meira snatched an annoyed snatch and turned to look at Alka's back which was getting further away. One thing Meira forgot. That is the stairs to go up to the 3rd floor where class XII is located, it must pass through the corridor to its class first.

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"No plans today, Al?" tanya Bagus is reciprocated with Alka's shoulder force.

The Lion's son is currently in the cafeteria behind the school. The place that Meira used to go. Some of the members seemed to be engrossed in their respective activities. Some play games together, eat together, smoke together, and some are busy watching on their phones, whatever they watch.

"Today I will return home" said Alka with her eyes firmly, her head leaning against the wooden chair.

"Lo seriously want to go back there?" ask Devan and stop playing the game.

"Hm."

"Lo sure the incident doesn't appear again when you come there?" tanya Bagus added.

Alka breathed a heavy sigh. However, there was a dark incident that he had felt in the house that made him a little traumatized.

"Gue can't run away from the problem constantly."

"But if you're all right, Al?" It's good to be so worried about Alka's situation in that damned house.

"Let's be calm, I must be good, really."

Devan and Bagus both sighed and rested their heads on the back of the wooden chair. Like Alka.

There was silence between the three of them, all busy with their own thoughts. Before long Devan opened a voice breaking the silence.

"Where is Aunt Soraya?"

"Nice," answered Alka briefly, but there was sadness in the sentence.

"Can we go?" tanya Good. Slightly glanced at Alka who was cursing.

"Hm."

"Ok, later I'm the same other children look nyokap lo."

Alka nodded at Devan's words and then rose from her seat to make her two friends stand up and look at her.

"Papa's house."

After saying that, Alka took her black leather jacket and left just like that leaving Good and Devan.

"And still learning hours, this," murmured Good that can be heard by Devan. Devan rolled his eyes lazily.

"That's Alka if you forget!"

Good chuckles then joined other friends as well as Devan.

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The long foot wide stride swung swiftly in the desolate corridor of the school. His eyes stared intently forward, his black hair slightly carried away by the small wind.

"Sir Alka?!" someone shouted from a distance.

Alka let out a breath of air. He knew very well who the owner of the voice was. Feeling insignificant, Alka continued to ignore the call.

"Sir Alka?! Where are you going?!" the girl ran after Alka who was already at the end of the corridor.

"Oh, Brother Alka if called it stop dong!!" the girl blocked Alka's arm, until Alka turned to look at her sharply.

Alka threw Meira's hand violently. That girl grimaced sick.

"Ish, Brother Alka is sick of tau!" Alka just silently looked at Meira's pouting face.

"What do you want?" tanya Alka was low, yet sounded sharp.

"Meira wants to turn this around!" Meira thrusts a paperbag at Alka. Not to forget his typical cheerful smile.

"This what?" tanya Alka glanced at the paperbag.

"Jaket Kak Alka the same shirt that Kak Alka pinjemin to Mei."

"Good Cass or Devan!" Alka turned around and continued her steps, her time was wasted just because of Meira.

"But it's Al-Kak's"

"NO DENGER, WHAT DID I SAY?!" Meira flinched, her legs that had been moving after Alka suddenly stopped when she heard Alka's clap. The blushing face of the man looked at Meira full of anger.

"K-kak Al-" Meira's eyes heat up, her heart aches to hear Alka's screams. Meira's whole life has never been yelled at by anyone.

"Go!" Meira shook her head, she still ventured to look Alka in the eyes, even though the gaze was so sharp that it stopped her.

"I cum-"

"GO I SAY!!" snarled Alka once again.

Meira reflexively took a step back when she heard Alka's snapping back. The girl nodded weakly and then turned around and ran to her class, her tears abrasive as the liquid just escaped.

Alka breathed a heavy sigh. Now her feelings are mixed and Meira comes to make her more dizzy until finally out of control.

Alka wears her full face helmet and leaves school riding her red sport bike. Nimbly his motorbike overtakes other vehicles that he considers as roadblocks.

Twenty minutes later Alka arrived in front of a clean white mansion that was none other than her own Papa house.

The motor just entered through the gate when the gate was opened by the guard. Alka took off her full face helmet.

"Three years I haven't stepped in this house. It seems a lot has changed." Alka smiled obliquely and then got off the bike.

His feet swung towards the entrance of the house. Without knocking on the door he immediately entered and his gaze fell on the middle-aged woman who was sitting casually drinking juice on the sofa.

The woman looked up when she realized herself. Then an illegible smile was engraved on those red-colored lips.

"Oh, Alka? How's boy doing?" Alka smiled sinisterly as the middle-aged woman realized her existence.

"How are you after three years of leaving this house?" The woman kept the juice and stood up to Alka.

"Very good," replied Alka, flat.

Drown both hands in his gray pants pocket.

The woman chuckled, yet sounded like ridicule.

"Of course it's good. Isn't this house hell for you?" he grins a little.

Alka's jaw was hardened, yet she should be able to hold back her current emotions. He must not forget his original purpose.

"I have no interest in you Mrs Megan Mahardika." afterwards Alka left without caring about the woman's laughter.

The man walked up the stairs in quiet steps. The goal is the brown door that's on the other end.

Geck! Geck!

"Lake in."

Alka's hand moved open the door knob when she heard the baritone sound from inside the door.

"Alka?" exclaim middle-aged man— Papa Alka— when he saw his son.

Alka looked down respectfully at her Papa. The man got up from his big chair and hugged his 3-year-old son who was estranged from him.

"How are you, son?" the man smiled and patted Alka on the back twice.

Alka smiled faintly.

"Good, Pa. How papa?" the man nodded then took off his embrace.

"Papa is good too. You're taller now, huh? Papa misses Papa's brat!" the man chuckled followed by Alka.

"Still fighting a lot with your sister?"

Suddenly Alka's countenance turned flat. "He's not my brother, Pa!" Hadi stroked Alka's shoulder when she felt she had spoken wrongly.

Alka breathed out slowly and began to look seriously at her Papa.

Papa Alka who felt strange with Alka's gaze immediately asked.

"Why, Son? How come Papa looks like that?"

Alka let out a heavy sigh, it was too painful to say that sentence. However, he had to tell his father.

"Mama has terminal cancer."