[TLS#1] Senior
SENIOR 67

For Meira, knowing a Mahardika Alkavero was a gift that she was very grateful for. Handsome guy, smart but cold. The guy who managed to attract the attention of Meira since the first meeting. Meira is friendly to everyone including the opposite sex only, the taste she feels is different in Alka and in others.

Knowing Alka's friends with various personalities is also something that Meira is very grateful for. From them, Meira knew how much togetherness and solidarity were intertwined. They are willing to do anything to help each other. They will not stay silent if one of them is okay.

Humble Devan, emotional Good, spicy-mouthed Arnold, Tian, Malik and ignorant Adnan, funny Dimas and slow-mouthed Ezra. A perfect match for a friendship.

In addition to them, Meira is also grateful to know Bella and Dita. Two people who wanted to be friends with Meira on the first day he moved to Jakarta. Bella is chatty and feminine, and Dita is tomboyish. Meira likes them both.

Today, exactly five months Alka's departure to America to pick up her ideals. Of those five months, only six times did Alka tell Meira and the others. Meira doesn't blame Alka, because she understands. The guy must be busy with his college assignments, especially considering the time difference is quite far between Indonesia and America.

Although sometimes negative thoughts often come, Meira was never pessimistic. He only determined that, no matter how far Alka went, if God wanted them to be together, Alka would not be able to go anywhere, still Meira was the place to go home.

“Happy birthday, Dek.”

Meira hugged Gilang who had just given her a greeting. Well, it's right today that Meira is celebrating her seventeen-year birthday party. Halamana in front of his house has been decorated in such a beautiful way this afternoon by his two friends, his mother, and Gilang who are willing to go home from Jogja.

“Still, Brother Gilang.” Girls with soft pink dress knee-length combined with white bandana that shed tears. It was a pity that the person he loved was not present on his special day. Never mind being present, calling or just chatting Alka does not do that. Maybe he was really busy there. Meira just wishes her man was always okay.

Decomposing his embrace, Gilang then wiped away his sister's sassy tears flowing. “This is your happy day, do not cry dong,” he said.

Nodding, Meira then smiled. “Mei crying because happy, really. Not sad.”

“Happy or miss the same doi, hm?” chuckling, Meira slapped the arm of this white-shirted guy in front of her.

“Two,” reply Meira was greeted with laughter by Gilang.

“Do not cry. Alka definitely again trying to quickly go home so busy.” Gilang stroked his sister's unraveling hair. Trying to give understanding to the heart of Meira who may have often been bad to think.

“But at least nelfon cake, what cake!”

Gilang just laughed then grabbed Meira's shoulder towards the crowd. There, there are Hanin and Arya, Dita and Bella as well as Dimas and some of The Lion's children from Dimas. They welcome the arrival of Meira excited with a variety of words and prayers.

Oh yeah, listen to the core of The Lion who just graduated five months ago. This time they got their way.

Devan, who studied business under his family, Bagus who continued his medical studies to South Korea, Arnold who entered flight school in Australia, Tian who tried to become a musician, Adnan who entered the military academy, and also went to the military academy, Ezra who majored in architecture at UI, and Malik who opened a distro with famous brands.

Gilang himself returned to Jogja to continue his study at Gajah Mada University. While Dimas, the Bandung-born man has occupied the 11th grade. That means he can monitor Meira while at school.

In the middle of the crowd, Meira's phone suddenly shook. Suddenly, the girl asked for permission for a while and then looked for a fairly quiet place because the surrounding is quite noisy.

When looking at the name listed on the screen of his phone, the girl's eyes are hot. An Alkavero Mahardika is currently contacting him using a Skype video call.

“Happy birthday. I hope all good things come to Elo."

Not romantic at all, but for Meira it was more than enough.

A second after the sentence was uttered from the black-shirted guy on his cell phone screen, the defense of a Meira Annastasia collapsed. She cried. Between haru, sad and missed. Everything mixed together to create tightness in Meira's chest. The desire to hug the guy across there is very strong.

“This is what scares me nelfon lo, May. I don't want to see you cry just because I.”

Meira hurriedly wiped her tears and smiled. But unfortunately, his tears did not want to be invited to compromise until the water flow returned to drip. This time with a sling.

“Kangen ...,” he said on the sidelines of the cries he was trying to endure.

There, Alka smiled faintly. That pitch-black netra shone softly at Meira. He feels the same. He misses his innocent girl. Hugging Meira, inhaling the scent of the girl's hair, seeing her smile, hearing her laughter. Alka also missed all that but, as much as she could bear it.

“Iya tau. I also like it.”

“Why are you telling me again? Where were you yesterday? Busy looking at sexy bule, well?” Meira was no longer crying. Now, the girl's eyes are peeking into the phone screen.

“Iya.”

“Quiet aja. No one can replace you, kok.”

Mengulum smiled, Meira briefly looked away when she felt her face heated up. Alka this, far away can still make Meira misbehave. Especially if it's close?

“Who to make May? Stay Brother doang tau who has not given a gift,” he said to divert the conversation. Alka shows a thoughtful facial expression and then splashes.

“Have to have a gift, well?” tanyanya raised an eyebrow.

Meira nodded steadily. “Complete if birthday continues no gift. Sayings doang, mah, not enough.”

“Marke lo, well.”

“Biarin!” Meira stuck out her tongue on the phone screen and then chuckled.

Alka chuckled. “The scenario is in Gilang. So ask her.”

“Cock on Brother Gilang?”

“Gue send package. Refine to take it he said.”

“What did I send it through? Post office?” meira asked innocently until Alka snorted.

“Papa two days ago came home from America after my visit, baby. I'm titip.”

Meira ber-oh ria's. “What's the package?”

“Liat by itself. Udah, yeah. I have class this afternoon.”

“Eh, tap --well killed.” Meira's shoulders slumped. He sighed. In America it may be noon until Alka has a class today. It's okay, at least he's heard the guy's voice.

Forcing a smile, Meira again approached Gilang who was busy joking with Dimas and the other Lion children. Seeing that, Meira suddenly just missed them.

Devan, Nice, Arnold, Ezra, Tian, Malik, and Adnan. If only they were here, maybe the atmosphere of his birthday would be more festive because of their excitement. Meira, however, remains grateful. At least there is Gilang, his mother and father, his two best friends and Dimas and others. That's all Meira has had enough.

“Cracker Missing!” the so-called kontan looked up with raised eyebrows. “Gift from kak Alka where? Said it was the same Brother,”.

Gilang ber-A ria then quickly reached into his jeans pocket. The next second, Meira's eyes caught an object with a layer of box-shaped velvet cloth that was not too high.

“It. Said to make a pretty girl a birthday.”

Chuckling small, Meira took the box. Open it and instantly be made riveted. A white gold ring with crystal gems.

Meira smothers her mouth that can't hold haru. Her tiny hand then moved to pick up a red sticky note under the necklace.

Happy born day My Pretty Girl's. I love u to the moon and never back.

Your love, Alka & Azka.

Meira smiled after reading the letter. “I love you too, Brother.”

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