Atlanna Abiyaksa
4 | Beach

A quiet afternoon breeze blew Atlanna's haircut beautifully. The girl lowered her head, staring at the group of questions her dreadlocks teacher had given her a while ago.

There was a small hiss coming from Atlanna's lips. Mathematics, because of the maple he had to feel the violence of his Papa.

"Lo's hands are beautiful, why are you sick?"

Damnit. Atlanna hit her head slowly as Raskal's heavy voice again buzzed inside her brain. "Whatever bad life you live, you have to survive. Do this if you see blood can make you calm."

Atlanna's right hand moved in search of the little red marker that was in her jacket pocket, the girl opened her cover quickly then scribbled the origin of the white paper on her notebook as Raskal taught her.

Atlanna's breath was irregular, her lentic fingers seemed to tremble after making many long vertical lines.

Comfortable.

Atlanna breathed a sigh of relief after feeling calm, both her eyes stared at the marker given by Raskal with guts. The man... how do you know that he often makes barcodes?

"Here's her name Atlanna?" the girl with the hair in the ponytail looked around, her gaze stopping at the only girl who was the center of attention of the bimbel participant. "Lo Atlanna?"

Silence, no one spoke up to make Cia sigh in annoyance. "Make her name Atlanna was waiting for an invitation, gazebo North," her break up upset, then the girl left.

A pickup? Atlanna immediately tidied her stationery into the bag, the question sheet she just worked on half was also folded in the middle of the notebook.

"Tomorrow we correct, don't miss it again, Atlanna."

Atlanna simply nodded, the girl lowered her torso slowly before running small towards the North gazebo being talked about.

Her steps slowed, her two sharp eyes tightly shut seeing the figure she had avoided standing near the gazebo with a pink cat-eared helmet.

"Hi!" Raskal chuckled at Atlanna's sour-looking expression, the man sprinted a little then stopped right in front of Atlanna. "Capek, huh?"

"What's going on here?" atlanna asked lowly, she was fed up, really fed up.

"Fetch the angel, why?"

Atlanna's hands were clenched. "Gue told you, don't interfere with my life!"

"Wear it!" Atlanna's eyebrows swooped sharply as Raskal ignored her.

"Lo's deaf?"

"Would you try wearing the marker I love?" atlanna's hands clenched tightly, without speaking the girl grabbed the pink helmet in Raskal's hand and then walked ahead of the man in annoyance.

Raskal quietly laughed, his right hand moved to nourish his long hair with a slow motion.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Go home" answered Atlanna in short.

"I don't think I'm going to go home." Raskal turns on his motorbike without caring about the look on Atlanna's face, which now looks at him unfriendly. The latest big motorbike began to divide the streets at medium speed to surround the city.

"The moon is beautiful, it looks like you." Raskal glanced towards the rearview mirror, looking at Atlanna who was silent with a blank look.

"Lo's not alone, you can tell me."

"Gue hates strangers." Raskal smiled faintly from behind his full face helmet. Atlanna was right, she was a stranger in the girl's life. But for some reason, it feels like Raskal wants to get closer and go deeper into the girl's life.

"Gue doesn't care."

Silence back, the atmosphere of the streets that feel lonely makes Atlanna's mind calm. The girl flinched as Raskal pulled over his large motorbike near a seemingly deserted beach.

"What's the fuck you want?" Atlanna glared as Raskal's finger pushed her forehead slowly.

"Let's not always negative with me" he said calmly. "Down, I'm satisfied lo this malem."

Raskal chuckled back to make Atlanna frown in confusion. Nothing funny, the guy always laughs with little things that are not at all funny.

The sound of waves crashing into the rock sounded comfortable. Atlanna's body was sculpted, she lowered her head and found Raskal who had been crouched gently taking off her shoes, moments later she stood up and extended her right hand.

"Trust me the same." These words are like hypnosis. Atlanna began to step on her feet following Raskal until her toes touched the cold beach water, a strange sensation when stepping on the brownish white sand that made Atlanna smile amusedly.

"Cold," murmured Atlanna.

"Lo likes?" Raskal pulled the corner of his lips looking at Atlanna who nodded innocently like a child, honestly he wanted to laugh because the girl had not been aware with her tiny hands that were in his grasp but Raskal chose silence, he doesn't want to mess up Atlanna's precious time.

Both of Atlanna's eyes were firmly closed feeling the cold sea breeze that began to feel piercing into her bones. The girl gave a small smile before her body stiffened feeling a large leather jacket coiled on both of her shoulders.

"If you permitin, I will replace Navaro's position in your life. Can you?"

••••

Ever since setting foot into the house, Raskal had unceasingly spread a sweet smile. Starting from washing hands to taking over his sister, the smile on the handsome face of the man was never extinguished making Sheila as Mama Raskal began to suspect.

"Where have you kicked the incense?"

The smile on Raskal's lips finally faded, the man's cheerful face was replaced with the look of a sewot face. "Later if diem in the case of a dry canoebo, the turn of a smile he said run out of incense. What do you want, Mother, anyway?"

"Yes, not that." Sheila scratched at her non-itchy nape, the woman with a beautiful stature that was not gracefully present took her place next to Raskal. "Just yeah, it's weird to see you're possessed by a demon."

Raskal clucked, he handed back the cute boy who looked at his innocence to his Mother. Slowly the man lowered his head before laying his face on the table.

"According to Mommy, it's natural that you have a strange theme?"

Sheila cringes. "Any?"

Raskal nodded repeatedly. "There are people who want to invite him to acquaintance even the mosquito is not clear. Do you think it's weird or not?"

Sheila chuckled small. "You ask Mother? papa you're not one species with someone you're talking about?"

Raskal is right, Sheila said. Judo, his Papa belongs to a strange species. Irit spoke, mouthed and wall-faced, if likened to it was almost similar to Atlanna even though the girl looked more arrogant and rude.

"Like." Raskal approved of her Mother's opinion. "Atlanna looks like Papa. Irit talk, arrogant, have a wall face, keep nyebelin–ekhem!"

Sheila and Raskal's compact body froze, the two of them stared at each other long before Sheila first chuckled at the rancid while terrorizing Raskal's head.

"Aduohh, sa ae lo upil the elephant. Hardly his father's mother made a name instead you call Ropeah, ah indeed a son of a bitch!" Raskal grimaced, the man glared in disbelief.

"Mother anything, anyway?" he said without a sound. Sheila blinked a few times while glaring but Raskal just stared at her clueless plate.

Furious, Sheila kicked her son's shin making the 18-year-old complain of pain.

"So crazy!" maki Sheila after seeing Judo back into the room without a word. "In the code instead nyaud even plonga-plongo not clear, beach singles!"

"There is nothing to do with singles" Raskal denied.

Sheila smiled mockingly. "Oh, huh? there's never been a girl you've brought here."

Raskal muttered indistinctly. "Process," he said flatly.

"Just like a wall chick?" Sheila laughed crazily, the woman stroked her son's hair affectionately before dipping his cheeks softly. The woman's face turned serious with a faint smile on her lips.

"The arrogant and rude girl usually has problems with her family, keeps a lot of secrets and is easily traumatized." Sheila looked down, she smiled wryly. "If you're just messing around or wondering about him, don't mending,"

"Mother will be furious if it happens, okay?"