Letter to Atlanta
10. Wound healers

Brak!

Elisha pushed the door of the UKS very hard, until it made a collision on the wall. People who were sitting on folding chairs were immediately aghast, getting an incredible shock that was able to spur their hearts to beat out of bounds. The girl entered the lemon-scented room thrusting through her nostrils with wide strides, not forgetting she was carrying a man behind her.

"Your officers today, right?" elisha asked two women who were busy stroking his chest because of the girl's actions.

They both nodded. "Lo! ma—you mean Elisa, that famous model, right?" said one of the short-haired students, after a while looking at Elisha.

The girl clucked. "What is the answer to. Now take my medicine, here." Elisa pushed Atlanta a little, intending to hand the man over for immediate treatment by UKS officers.

The two female disciples exchanged glances, nudging each other's arms several times. Whatdoes thatmean? Are they reluctant to treat Atlanta's bruises? Elisha rotated his eyes, folding his hands in front.

"Why is it still on? You didn't see him battered, huh?" elisha pointed to the corner of Atlanta's bruised lips.

The shoulder-haired, thin-boned female student reached out toward the ward, intending to allow Atlanta to sit there. The man leaned in, sitting himself on the ward that issued a general squealing sound.

While Elisa, the girl sat on a folding chair that was occupied by UKS officers earlier. He crossed his legs very gracefully, while resting his chin, waiting for the two officers to return to take some needed medicine.

In her silence, Elisa noticed every inch of Atlanta's facial structure that was busy looking at every corner of the UKS room, starting from the roof, the lined wards, some photos of PMR activities, and so on, and other objects that attract Atlanta's black eye beads. The man covered his lips, slightly wiggling his dangling legs over the ward with both hands clasping his edges. Elisha smiled faintly, how the man looked so attractive to him.

Before long, he moved from sitting down, approaching Atlanta who was still not satisfied to spoil his gaze with objects that might look different. Elisha's stained fingers stall, touching the Atlanta uniform that looks still wet. The man gasped, when he felt something groping his shoulders up to his chest. Atlanta immediately covered the part with crossed hands.

Elisha frowned after seeing the male expression in front of him, then took a breath, and ruffled his waist.

"Open his shirt, Atlanta. It's still wet, you wanna catch a cold?" elisa said, feeling anxious with the look of Atlanta's face that looks panicked, trying to protect something valuable.

Next Atlanta shook her head, still with both hands folded on her chest, even the man clenched his body tighter.

Elisha snorted, there was a feeling of anxiety and annoyance united. "God! I won't be anything either. Do you want to wear wet clothes in class? Cepet, mumpung is still hot, later the uniform in the sun," he said like persuading a small child who is difficult to take a bath.

After a moment of silence, Atlanta let go of the crib, took off the ash tie, and opened one by one the buttons of her white uniform, which she owned, until leaving a matching colored t-shirt that looks very fitting on the body of the man.

"Yeah! What are you guys doing?!" A woman's screeching voice forced the sight of Elisha and Atlanta to immediately turn their heads.

"Mau salto" said Elisa frontal, trying to seem calm even though her heart was racing fast. "So he was raining abis, his clothes were wet, so undressed" he added, flicking his chin towards the uniform lying next to Atlanta.

They simply confirmed Elisha's words, without looking over the truth of the girl's words. The short-haired schoolgirl carried a small basin filled with ice water, not forgetting to bring ointment and a white handkerchief, keeping it on the nightstand. Elisha took over the handkerchief that was about to be dipped in water.

"Let me," he said. The short-haired woman nodded, handing over the handkerchief. The two returned to their original places, approaching the medicine storage cabinet, arranging and cleaning the equipment there.

Elisa squeezed the handkerchief painstakingly, and began executing Atlanta's wounds. The man was straightening up, preparing to feel something that might make him grimace.

Elisha had not had time to put a handkerchief on the corner of the lips of Atlanta, the girl clucked, then turned the eyeballs.

"Growing a little cake, you don't see I have to tiptoes rich gini?" elisa said, glancing at her slightly tiptoed legs, Atlanta looked down. With his innocent face, the man slightly leaned face towards the girl in front of him.

Elisha widened his eyes in surprise, their distance was very close, no more than one inch. A few seconds, the two beads looked at each other, channeling something that might not be able to be said with words.

Jeez, how g-degan anyway, his mind.

Elisa cleared her throat, changed her gaze towards the corner of Atlanta's lips, and began her intention to treat Atlanta. Although many times the eyeball was very naughty, looking back at Atlanta's clear obsidian stuff one second, like there was a magnetic pull that forced him to keep staring at the male priesthood in front.

Atlanta grimaced when Elisa accidentally pressed against the bluish surface there, due to her slightly shaking hand, she could not predict that it would hurt Atlanta. The man held Elisha's wrist slowly, holding the girl to be more careful with her injuries.

"Don't cry. He said it was just a small wound" said Elisha. Whether it's a quip or something, Atlanta lets go of her hand, and tries not to grimace despite the pain.

The man just stared at the look on Elisha's face which was very serious in treating the bruise on the corner of his lips. Paying attention to every inch of Elisha's beautiful face that looks perfect without gaps.

"Mother, Elisha is indeed very similar to Mother. Is this God's answer in granting the Do'a Ata all this time? I don't want to lose Elisha."