Letter to Atlanta
17. I'm not a puppet!

The clock was already showing midnight, Atlanta had just arrived in front of her house. He opened the gerasi door very carefully without causing any noise, leading the bike to go inside.

There, he sees Jay's big motorbike being turned on without anyone around. Immediately, Atlanta walked towards the door that was directly related to the kitchen, down the dark room. His fingers reached for a light switch, intending to provide lighting in the kitchen area.

Clique

The deg!

Whether since when Jay had stood up right after Atlanta turned around, not to mention the all-black suit that Jay wore made Atlanta's mind wander on the figure of robbing. Atlanta held onto her chest that suddenly pounded violently and breathed in as deeply as possible.

"What the hell, you think I'm a demon!" sahut Jay. Step into the high chair of the cafe-style by the marble table, then sit there.

"Where are you from? I just got home at this hour. Weekly nightly?" The man took a small clear glass, poured water from the jar and gulped it down.

Atlanta just kept quiet, watching Jay's activities. The man immediately turned to Atlanta after slightly wetting his throat, looked down at Atlanta from top to bottom, then turned one lip.

"Gue just wanted to say, stay away from Elisha. You don't have to stick with him anymore" said Jay, inviting frowns from Atlanta. The man was still silent on the spot, it seemed that this time he was getting frozen even more.

I can't, I need Elisha. I don't want to stay with Elisha. His inner.

Without needing an answer from Atlanta, Jay got out of his seat, put on his black leather jacket, set foot to leave the man in the kitchen. Atlanta immediately blocks Jay's hand as the man passes by. He moved his hand after Jay turned lazy.

"Where are you going?"

Jay rotates his eyeballs, clucking. "Ck. What the hell! Don't understand me. Where do I go, I want to race, you are satisfied."

Atlanta shook his head quickly, intending to ban Jay from leaving, especially if the man intended to do a race that could endanger him, Atlanta did not want Jay injured.

"It's none of your business. Look out, if you're with me Mom I know I'm racing, abis lo." Jay threw down the rough Atlanta handrails, swinging his legs wide to get the hell out of there. Atlanta looked at Jay's back, which was getting out of sight, and then took a slow breath. He could do nothing, all he could do was pray that his sister would always be fine.

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Crates

Elisha blinked both eyes as he caught the alarm sound of the waker clock, along with the sunlight breaking through the window slit. The girl sat on her bed, rubbing her eyes and spreading her gaze to every corner of the room.

Strange, she felt the house was very quiet. Usually he always heard yunaka's screams and rants that were upset when trying to wake him up, or heard hip hop songs that were deliberately played with loud volume by Yunaka every Sunday.

Elisha got out of bed, came out of the room only to prove his curiosity. The first thing he did was open the door to Joni's room right next to his.

"What's Jon?" He tilted his head. The girl only saw the state of Joni's room that looked neat and fragrant as usual, but did not see the existence of the man there. Elisha closed the door again, maybe Joni was in his study.

Her brother is famous for his workaholism, even on Sundays he will spend time in his room working on a stack of files that Elisha does not know what is in it. Elisha set foot again to Yunaka's room, which was located in front of her room and Joni's room.

Cclek

Again, Elisha found no one there. There was only a robotic skeleton standing towering near Yunaka's study desk, which seemed to be the man's assignment on campus, and a floor-cleaning robot pacing back and forth tracing the marble tiles.

"Where the hell is it? Usually rame," he said monologuing while walking down the stairs.

"Mama! Bang Jon equal Bang Atuy on ke—"

His footsteps and speech came to a halt for a moment, he rounded his eyes. There, in the living room he saw Mama, Joni, Yunaka was gathered sitting on the black sofa together, his father. Elisha was the center of attention at that time, all of them turned to him who was still digesting what he was seeing.

Joni patted the empty room next to her, hinting Elisha to immediately sit there. Slowly but surely, Elisha moved his legs again.

"What time is it? Girls can't get up in the afternoon" said the adult man who wears clear glasses sipping coffee that still emits a little steam.

"P—papa, when to go home?" the girl asked almost quietly, her fingers interlocked, not to mention the tense expression clearly drawn on the face of her pillow.

The man looked at Elisha. "Why? You're surprised Papa came home without any news first? Shouldn't you be grinning, should you?"

"B—not that, Pa. But—"

"Where is your new school?"

Still with his flat gaze, Pratama—Papa Elisa raised a question that was enough to make the girl had no choice but to lower her head.

"Why not answer? Still not clear Papa's question?" smith again. The man straightened his back which had been leaning on the head of the sofa.

"Well, Pah," he answered. Cold sweat seems to be unable to lie to the stiff atmosphere that occurred at that time. Everyone chose to shut up when the head of the family began to speak up.

"Are you sure you're okay at school?"

Elisha raised his head, the next second Pratama put his chin on Joni, miraculously the man understood with his Papa cue. He immediately opened his smartphone, looking for something there.

Joni immediately showed Elisha a video. Despite not understanding, the girl still watched a short video that seemed to be the reason Pratama was being unfriendly.

Suddenly Elisha rounded his eyes, looking at the girl's face could not fool his surprise after watching a video that turned clearly on the screen Joni wide smartphone. Who dares to document the events of the past few days? When the girl gave a little lesson to a school thug, none other than Theo. The girl saw how a video clip showing her was pouring two drinks on Theo.

"Still saying you're okay at school, hm?" say Pratama again.

"Bah, i—it's not like what Papa thinks," said Elisa defended herself.

"Oh, have you dared to lie to Papa? It's obvious you're making trouble at school. Explain, what does the video mean, Elisha?!"

Elisha bit his lower lip, what should the girl say? In the video it is clear he is the one who looks like the antagonist.

"New school a few days already dare to be a hoodlum. Who taught you that rich, Elisha? Papa Nyesel permits you to return to Indonesia if you finally become a bully at school. You see! Your video has been viewed by thousands of people. You don't realize it's gonna be a boomerang for your career as a model, hm?"

"Bah, but Elisha doesn't bully Theo. It is precisely the man who likes to bully temen Elisha. Elisha could not see Elisha being bullied, Pah, so Elisha just wanted to teach the same person. It's just a short video cut, Pah. The incident is not entirely true," said Elisha who never ceases to convince the Papa.

"Whatever the reason, you're wrong, Elisha. You know, you are a model that is on the rise, you want the brands do not believe in your agency anymore?! Take care of your attitude, Elisha. Change your attitude. Follow what Papa's will, understand?!"

"Bah! Stop setting my life! I've told you that I don't want to be a model, why Papa always forces me to follow all Papa's wishes anyway?! Why Papa never understood. Every day I'm pressured to behave inversely the same way as my true nature, Pah. I'm cape. If Papa still manages my life, I'd better be—"

"CLOSE YOUR MOUTH, ELISA!" Pratama pointed at the girl full of emphasis, making the girl flinch. "You finally don't want to obey Papa, why did you have to be born into this world, Elisha!"