Letter to Atlanta
18. Don't be afraid. I'm here

Elisha looked at Papa, a voice****** a small* came out of his mouth. Not knowing what the girl felt, she felt that the Primary greeting was very painful for her. Is he the son that his father didn't want?

"Mas!" Vina—Mama Elisha said, her heart was torn by her own husband's words. "The child is a gift to our family."

The man got up from sitting, put his hands into the pocket of black material pants worn. He looked one by one at his children, the last at his wife, Vina. No one dared to look at Pratama, Joni or Yunaka chose to silently bow their heads in.

"They should know what the task of a child if not the same parents," he said while confirming the layout of the glasses.

"But you oversaturate them, Mas. They are already big, Elisha is not a child anymore you have to set the course of his life."

"It's also your fault you're spoiling them too much! Now that it was happening, Elisha had dared to troublemaker!" His impact is almost loud. The thrilling atmosphere increasingly adorns the atmosphere of the room.

"It is precisely because you are always the nekan of Elisha, Mas. You know Elisha was never interested in the world of photography, but you forced Elisha. You—"

"Same child Mother is the same! You see Mas colleagues, their children all successful people, some went to Harvard, some became professors, big businessmen. My kids should be like them too."

"But all kids are different, Mom. You can't force your desire to align the same position as their child and your own child."

Joni took a deep breath, she ventured to look at the Papa, even though she knew Pratama would remain stubborn with her wishes.

"Bah, Mama has a point. Papa could not force the will, however Elisha also had his own ideals and desires. Oh, that's it, Pah. Let Elisha be himself, Papa don't know what it's like to live hanging from a mask."

This time Pratama stared intently at Joni. The man swallowed a spit that felt very hard like swallowing a stone round and round.

"Joni! You are the same. You should have taught your brothers."

Elisha covered his ears using his palms, along with his increasingly heated eyeballs and roaring chests. He did not understand where his mistake had been all along. Elisha just wants to live according to what he wants, not live the path that has been set by Pratama.

The girl moved away, leaving the living room that she felt was getting claustrophobic, holding back her tears that might fall as she bit her lower lip until it left a trace of redness there. His intuition moved quickly, Pratama turned his head as the girl slightly ran up the stairs.

"ELISA! WHERE YOU GOING! PAPA'S NOT DONE TALKING!"

Elisha did not listen to the cry of his Father who kept calling his name.

"Look at your son's behavior! No manners with parents!" His impact on Vina. The woman snorted, why was she to blame?

Elisa slammed hard on her bedroom door, locking it inside, her body slumped instantly along with the clear feathers that fell out of the crackers very profusely. The crying girl hugged her knees, hiding her sobs there.

Yunaka who heard the door slam from the top floor immediately left her parents and Joni who was still arguing. The man already knew who the culprit was, he caught up with Elisha in a hurry.

Geck! Geck!

"Elisha! Open door!" the man said while banging on the door and trying to open the door knob that turned out to be locked.

"Els! Don't be rich gini dong."

Geck! Geck!

"Make what, Bang?! Papa won't hear what I want! In Papa's eyes I'm just a toy doll he can set at will. I'm cape, Bang! I'm cape!" Shouted the girl from inside, it became clearer with the sound of sobs there.

Yunaka reopened the door knobs, although the results remained the same. "Yes I know. Now you open the door. Same story I, don't be sad alone, I'm brother lo Elisha,"

Elisha did not listen to the umpteenth voice of Yunaka. He brushed his tears with the back of his hand, then moved. The girl's gaze was fixed on the array of photos and trophies on a long table located near the bedroom window. His hands clenched tightly, his jaw clenched perfectly. He set his feet wide towards her.

In the next second Elisha's hand swung aside all the photographs, glass cups, and other displays that were targeted until they fell down without rest.

Prangs!

Prangs!

The sounds of commotion and broken glass were clearly heard in Yunaka's eardrum. The man rounded his eyeballs, his chest was beating very fast, he was banging on the door very hard.

"ELISA! DON'T CRAZY! OPEN THE DOOR NOW! ELISHA!"

The atmosphere of Elisha's room was very chaotic, broken glass scattered everywhere. The girl crouched down, weeping bitterly, grabbed her coarse hair until some of her black hair was forcefully plucked out.

"ELISA! IF YOU DON'T OPEN THE DOOR, I'LL DO IT NOW!" The sound of the door being pushed by Yunaka from the outside, it seems that the man will not playfully break down the door of Elisha's room.

The hand that had been grabbing hair suddenly shook violently, along with the line body that was instantly shivering and the heart that was racing very fast. Elisha immediately ran up to the nightstand beside the bed, taking a pet bottle filled with capsule medicine in the drawer. The trembling hand poured down a lot of medicine, Elisha immediately devoured the medicine, not caring about the excessive dose that would probably render the girl unconscious. He took a glass of water over the nightstand, gulping it down along with a lot of medicine running through his throat that felt full.

"ELISA! CEPET OPEN!"

Elisha leaned his back on the edge of the bed, feeling the melt of the tears coming back. He clutched the glass he was still holding, adjusting his heartbeat to beat normally again.

For a moment, he noticed the reflection of the sunlight that managed to create a sparkle in his clear glass. I don't know what was on the girl's mind, her reflexes slammed the glass.

Prangs!

"ELISA! I'M DOBRAK NOW!"

He picked up the piece of glass, grasping it firmly until a thick red liquid seeped out from the crack of his hand.

BRACKET!

Sure enough, Yunaka broke down the door of Elisha's room. The man was astonished by the state of his sister's room which was barely shaped anymore. He immediately ran to Elisha who was sitting on the floor.

"ELISA! LO WHAT THE FUCK, HUH?!" yunaka cried out crouching down and grabbed a hand of Elisha who continued to bleed a lot.

"Lo's crazy! Why are you doing this, Elisha!"

The girl turned her gaze to look at Yunaka who was looking at her worriedly.

"Gue, cape, Bang. I cape" said Elisha weakly.

Yunaka could not stare at the chaotic look of her sister any longer, she chose to hug Elisha, slap the girl's head on her chest, letting Elisha cry there.

"Lo is not alone, Elisha. There's still me. I will continue to support you, whatever your decision." Yunaka stroked Elisha's black mane quietly, clutching his little sister's body tightly.

The girl was still crying as she pleased in Yunaka's embrace. Although the two are famous for often quarreling, but believe me, Yunaka is the figure of the most caring sister. For a while he just let Elisha cry, until the sound of the sobbing slowly dissipated.

Yunaka patted Elisha's cheek gently. "El?"

All she saw was the sleeping girl, Yunaka immediately moved Elisha onto the bed. Deftly, he painstakingly cleaned the wound on Elisha's left hand, giving the medicine available in the P3K box there.

"Why do you do this anyway, El," he said muttering, re-cleaning some of the drugs that have been used, storing them in the nightstand drawer.

Highlight Yunaka's eyes were fixed on a small pet bottle lying on the floor, and several capsules came out of her container. He picked up the pet bottle.

"Benzodiazepines." Yunaka frowned after reading the writing on the outskirts of the bottle. The man immediately put it in his pants pocket.