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After descending three flights of stairs from the stage, Helena hugged her, "You got this! That's so cool my little sister."

"Aye aye thanks my sister."

"Straight home?"

"Come on, Aunt Lea's cooking will get cold."

Helena chuckled, her arms went up to embrace Melva. Then they laughed together.

In the car, Melva took off her graduation cap, placing it with a bouquet of flowers Helena had given her in the back seat.

Melva replied to her friends' messages inviting them to dinner, apologizing that she couldn't make it because she had other commitments. Putting away her phone, she searched for micellar water and cotton in the blue pouch on her lap.

Helena's hand stopped Melva from removing her makeup.

"Well, we haven't taken a photo together yet. Don't erase it yet."

"Ugh, okay."

Melva sighed, her back resting comfortably. Her costume was quite sultry, after the car left the parking lot, Melva opened the window. The wind immediately came in to refresh her.

Today was her graduation celebration. Like the previous high school graduation celebrations, only Helena was always present. They were friends in arms. No, they were family since they were both in the orphanage.

Helena is two years older than Melva. She was adopted by a couple who drove an Audi to the orphanage. Helena's adoptive parents are a child's dream. They were super kind and caring. They took Melva on several sleepovers and vacations.

Melva herself left the orphanage when she reached the age of eligibility. She rejected Helena's parents to be adopted together. Melva thought they could still be like family.

Receiving a full scholarship for her education up to university was the best thing she received. Even though the person refused to give her name. Melva is very grateful to the donor of the scholarship. Without having to work hard, Melva only has to work part-time to eat everyday.

"I have a new bag and you should see it later!"

Melva looked at Helena, "Where is it from this time?"

"It's a local brand, but it's really nice."

Frowning, Melva asked, "You're not usually interested in local brands. How much is it?"

"I'm not sure about the price. It's a gift," Helena replied softly.

"Hmm? As far as I know, your taste with your Mom is different, you rarely compliment the bags chosen by her. So, who did you give this to?"

Helena grimaced in confirmation, "There's someone I know, a guy I'm getting close to. Just pray for it."

"Yes? Oh you don't think of it like we haven't known for almost ten years. Of course I'll wish you the best. You guys have known each other for so long? How did he know about your hobby as a bag collector?"

"I told him myself, you know when I talk about hobbies, I tell him about my bags."

Melva nodded her head in agreement. Helena really liked collecting various bags. From sling bags, shoulder bags, to mini backpacks and canvas bags. Helena has a special glass cabinet for her bags. Sometimes she makes bag giveaways on social media if her closet can't hold them anymore.

"I know you prefer foreign products but he bought you a local brand? Cheapskate huh?" Melva jokingly asked.

Helena laughed, "No, he said I should love local products more."

"I see, and you immediately obeyed. All this time I've been saying the same thing and all you've done is look away while still shopping for bags of foreign products."

"Of course I have to obey my future boyfriend's words."

"You've even taken it that far."

"I have to. Don't linger. And when did you get a boyfriend?"

"Easy, I can point to anyone."

"Oh go ahead and point at anyone. Just as long as if it's the wrong person, don't whine and cry pitifully to me!"

The car entered the housing estate. Melva closed the window. The digital clock on the dashboard displayed 6.14.

The orange sky began to darken. The car turned into a house with a brown russet fence. Helena pressed the horn twice, and a security guard opened the gate for her.

The house Helena's family lived in was art deco in style. It had sharp geometric lines and symmetry, decorative details such as bas-reliefs or metal ornaments. The interior would have sparkled with metallic colors, and bold decorative accents like fancy chandeliers.

Helena led Melva straight to the dining room. As if offering something, her hand was extended at Melva's side.