Letter to Atlanta
14. One mouthfuls

In front of the classroom door, Elisha was still standing there. The girl unboredly paid attention to the activities of the man inside, the sweet man who was busy working on some textbooks, and Elisha was sure the books lined up on the Atlanta table didn't belong to the man. It can already be explained how there are two other men who casually sit on the table or chair of his without permission, who else if not Lucas and Mark.

Apparently the brats never listened to her words the other day. They still prank Atlanta, although the girl several times threatened to give a bogeman to the two if they still treat Atlanta as they please.

"Pipetan dong ngerjainnya, bertar again bell," said Lucas. His mouth never stopped chewing on the cake, and threw the origin of his shell on the floor. Likewise with Mark, the man who was cross-legged on the table casually threw my shell on the book that was being done Atlanta, Atlanta, making the man repeatedly get rid of the splinters and shells deliberately discarded by Mark.

"Long time very much fussed that way too. When to go forward if slow," said Mark accompanied by a small oddity.

Elisha smiled, both hands clenched, for some reason his fist suddenly felt itchy and wanted to punch the mouth of the bastard Lucas and Mark. The girl stepped foot wide into the classroom which was already full of students. Still with her sharp gaze, Elisha did not hesitate to break down the table beside his stool that did not belong to anyone.

Brak!

Lucas and Mark were immediately aghast, the package of the quaci that had been grasped by Lucas just threw it away, splattered on the floor with very sad conditions.

"Ngapain's sitting on my bench, huh?! You two on no bench?!" sahut the girl was almost out loud, making all the attention of the other students was on her.

Both are still stroking the chest, adjusting the fast beating heart rate. Atlanta was no exception, he turned his head after being surprised by the girl's breakthrough before resuming his duties, more precisely those of Lucas and Mark.

"Selo, erah. It's so bad to be a girl. Noh, I'm the only one because of lo, I'm expensive anyway, my father's souvenirs from Hong Kong." Tapping Lucas, still with a surprised expression on his face.

Elisha rotated his eyeballs, ruffled his waist, staring one by one at both men crossbred in front of him, leaving Lucas and Mark terrified. Elisha's attention turned towards the dirty floor due to the stupid activities of the two, many shells scattered, especially in the area of Elisa's bench.

"What do you mean? You two fuck my bench, huh?! As good as you! Beresin!" lucas and Mark blinked their eyes.

"T—but we're not pickets today, why do we have to clean up," said Mark lightly, making the girl grunt, singing one lip that can make the fur of both sitting up standing.

"Gue doesn't care when you picket. Anyway now you guys settle your old snack shells!" Elisha's index finger pointed at the direction of the kuaci shell he stepped on.

Seeing the reaction of the two men who were just silently staring without moving from his stool, Elisha again clucked, rolled up his uniform arms and ruffled his waist again.

"You two budeg?!" Elisha's two hands stretched out, dragging Lucas and Mark's earlobes with all his might until they turned red, making them both move from the bench and complain of pain. "PRICKET! DON'T BE LEMOT, WHEN TO GO FORWARD!"

"I—iya lastin first dong. If my ears are taken off how!" sahut Lucas was trying to release Elisa's jewels.

"Denger no! Cepet!" yell again. Elisha managed to vent the upset feelings that had since reached the top of the crown.

"The horror! Lepasin, sh, sick gosh!"

Elisha took off the jewel while pushing it, causing Lucas and Mark to fall on the floor. Both are still holding next to the ear that feels hot and buzzing.

Unsatisfied, Elisha stomped his feet. "PRICKET! Want me another jewer, huh?!" Quickly they immediately got up in a hurry to run to the back of the class to bring a broom, forgetting the pain in the area of the knee that was stumbled with the floor quite hard.

Elisha sighed as he watched the movements of the two men, then freely sat in his chair, storing the bag on the table. Elisha's gaze turned toward Atlanta who was still struggling with the tasks owned by Lucas and Mark that should not be done by the man.

"You why the hell, just want to be told to be with them. It's not your job" said Elisha. Atlanta immediately turned her head, and only smiled in response to Elisha's words.

Once again, the girl took a heavy breath, and snatched away all the books on the Atlanta table, floating them in the air as the man was about to retrieve Lucas and Mark's books.

"I don't want to see you doing their job anymore. Understand!" Strictly gave a warning to Atlanta, a man who always resigned to the situation, a man who always gave up his pride was stepped on by others.

Sometimes, the girl always thinks, what an Atlanta heart is made of, she always relents to people who never even appreciate it at all.

"God!" Elisha threw his second book on the floor, along with the garbage they were about to sweep. "Have your own job, don't have to ramble Atlanta to do your job. Your hands are still complete, right? The brain can think too, right? Look out for tomorrow-tomorrow you're both still in Atlanta babu."

Lucas looked at his book lying there, then pulled one lip. Only this time he was treated casually by someone, especially women.

"It's not because you girls, I've sparring in the field," he murmured after picking up the book.

"NAME AGAIN!" elisa said loudly, Lucas blinked his eyes twice, raising his finger to form the letter V, not forgetting the grin on his lips.

Instantly the girl glared, turning her face to Atlanta who was still silent. The girl gave a lip, hesitating to start a conversation with the man. Atlanta again pocketed the pen she had been wearing, and Elisha took something out of the bag, picked up Jay's lunch box, put it on the table.

Elisha turned back, he took a breath. The girl impatiently wanted to boast about the results of learning her sign language yesterday.

"Atlanta." The man looked.

Elisha raised his hand and moved it slowly.

"Would you eat with me?"

Both of Atlanta's eyeballs were perfectly rounded after reading Elisa's hand movements. He smiled widely, and moved his hand.

Wrinkles on Elisa's forehead. "Eat what?" tanyanya. The man in front nodded enthusiastically, practically making the corner of Elisha's lips lift up again.

For a moment Elisha seemed to think before moving his hand back stiffly.

"Eating salad. You want to not?"

The girl picked up the salad, unscrewed the lunch box in front of Atlanta. The man in front only noticed Elisha's activities when the girl scooped a bribe for him, Atlanta immediately shook her head.

"Why? You don't like it?"

"You eat it."

Elisha squinted his eyes. "Are you eating?" Atlanta nodded again.

"You know, if I don't like being rejected. If you don't want to, yes I don't want to be— either" Atlanta immediately took over the plastic spoon held by Elisa, ate a mouthful of salad with greed, too, it was as if the man was what Elisha would say next. Elisha giggled with amusement, so afraid was the man with his threat?

Atlanta moved her hand.

"Nob."

"Nake?" He's nodding.

Elisha ate a bribe, then said, "This is my childhood tea salad. You knew? He also attended school here. I just met him yesterday. We haven't seen each other in a long time, almost eleven years. I used to be a neighbor to him, before I moved abroad because Dad had business in Paris." Atlanta is still listening to the girl's story, about her childhood friend.

"You want me to know that me? He is good, I think we will be perfect friends. Every day we will eat in the cafeteria together, taking on the task together. Wow, that must be exciting!" the spirit, with the wishful thinking still reflected in his mind.

"You're not?" Atlanta nodded, smiling widely, agreeing to Elisa's invitation at that moment.