Letter to Atlanta
23. Baikans

That afternoon, under a slowly blackening orange sky, Atlanta had just entered her yard, about to put a bicycle into the gerasi that was wide open at the time, showing a tall man in a relaxed suit while wiping his favorite motorcycle.

The man turned to Atlanta, who was guiding his bicycle. He stood up, throwing a rag into a bucket filled with water. Atlanta halted the move, as Jay walked over to her.

"In addition to mute, it turns out that you are deaf too, yes," said Jay suddenly, he smirked at the man who was linking the two eyebrows, confused.

"Don't pretend to be. I know you understand what I mean." Jay folded his hands, with his chin slightly raised.

"Keepin Elisa, she's got me. Know lo!"

Atlanta shook her head slowly, she refused Jay's request this time. Stay away from Elisha? Just be right.

Seeing the response from Atlanta, then made the man squeak, rotating the eyeballs.

Bugh!

Jay slapped a punch on Atlanta's left cheek, causing the man to stumble along with the bicycle he was holding. Atlanta held the corner of her lips that felt fishy.

Jay crouched down in front of Atlanta, with his lips still raised. Pay attention to the results of his work that looks bluish and slightly bleed created in the corner of the lips of Atlanta. He stared back at Jay with a face that held back pain.

"Will again? Want to get your lips ripped too?" he said accompanied by a grin.

"This is a warning to you. If you are still insistent with Elisha, I will finish you more than this." Jay shakes Atlanta's head, then gets up and kicks Atlanta's bike.

The man immediately got on his bike, gasped and left Atlanta there. While the man tried to get up, occasionally grimacing due to the small movements on his lips that held the pain. He turned his back and there was no one there, maybe Jay had really gone out of nowhere.

Sorry, Jay. I can't.

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Since the incident last afternoon, the atmosphere of the dining room had suddenly changed. The family that looks perfect in the eyes of people, it turns out very much different from the reality. Their dinner time enjoyed the silence, only the sound of the clinking of a fork or spoon being accidentally smashed into the plate.

Usually, once or twice there is always a babble from the mouth of Elisha and Yunaka, Upin Ipin in the family. Undeniably, the five people there chose silence, living the mouthfuls of the menu that went into the mouth. Not because of the ace of Elisha that has been revealed by his brothers, but the presence of Pratama is the main reason they choose to silence.

Elisha grabbed a tall glass filled with white water, gulping it down until half was left.

He's up. "Elisa to the room first."

The girl stepped foot, turned around.

"Tomorrow you have a shooting schedule. Go home to school so Papa picks you up," Pratama said, practically making Elisha stop his legs.

The girl clucked softly, her hands clenched back.

"Aren't you, Papa, what's the talk?" he said it again after not getting an answer from Elisha.

"Yes" he answered briefly.

He again swung his legs with a deliberately made pounding sound.

Brak!

Elisha slammed the door of the room, and locked it. He walked towards his safe, pressed the password of the safe. The next moment the girl rounded her eyes, she did not see any of her medicines. The safe was empty, he was sure that his brothers deliberately disposed of all the medicine.

He clucked, closed the safe again. "Damn," he said.

Elisa took the smartphone, and put on a furry jacket that hung behind the door. He came out of his room, down the stairs, the girl accidentally crossed paths with Yunaka who had just climbed the stairs to his room.

"Where are you going?" ask the man. He stopped his steps when he saw Elisha walking down.

"Find the wind" he answered flatly, with no intention of turning or stopping for a moment.

The plan is to get into the room, extinct. He chose to follow Elisha up to the porch.

"Where are you going anyway?" yunaka again. He blocked Elisha's arm when the girl finished wearing slippers.

Elisha turned his back. "What the hell, Bang? I want to go ahead of the clash doang,"

"Why what?"

"Buy snacks. My snacks in abis' room."

"Well, if you buy more medicine" he warned.

Elisha threw out Yunaka's handrails until they came off.

He increasingly close his jacket, tracing the streets of the residential complex that began to be quiet at night. Only yellow street lights are the only lighting. Elisha breathed out softly, until a puff of warm smoke came out of his mouth.

The foot of the ladder took the girl to the minimarket which was not far from the complex gate. He entered the minimarket, choosing some snacks and fizzy drinks.

"All the pulses, brother?" said cashier minimarket when making transactions. The girl shook her head in response.

"thank you. Welcome back."

Elisha pushed the door with an idle hand. Still with a gaze fixed on the purchase receipt, he walked while reading one by one his shopping list.

Dukes

"God." Elisha held his eel which had just hit the chest of the field of someone who was standing in front of him.

He raised his head while grimacing small. Her eyes were fixed directly on the man in front, the man smiled gently at her. But Elisha chose to turn his face away, rushing to leave the man.

"Elisa, wait a minute." The man managed to block Elisha's hand until the girl turned around.

"You want what the hell? I'm in a hurry, again" he said ketus.

"I want to talk to you. Pli." Pinta the man.

Elisha looked at his face, saw the seriousness there, then sighed, throwing it rough.

"Sit there, yu." He pointed to the long chair beside the minimarket.

Inevitably, Elisha followed the man who had already stepped there without his consent.

"Attent." The man again breezed into the minimarket, running small.

Drrttt

Elisha reached into the smartphone in his jacket pocket, opening the notification. In the next instant he snorted small, his brothers were indeed brought up, he was lazy to reply one by one message from Joni and Yunaka, and chose to re-enter the flat object.

"It." He looked up at the same time as someone was thrusting a cup of brown water that was still emitting hot steam.

Elisha accepts. "Thank you."

"I don't know, we can meet this rich again."

Elisha was still silent, not responding, he chose to blow the cup in his grasp.

The man smiled slightly, before sipping his moccacino coffee. "You want no, you used to tell me to climb mango trees have neighbors? We run because of the howl of mangoes," he said accompanied by a small oddity when his mind was nostalgic, still paying attention to the highway that was crowded smoothly by vehicles.

"You know, when I was a kid, I wanted to go back there." He glanced at Elisha who was just looking straight ahead.

"Honestly, I was surprised when I saw you on TV. You are far from the Elisha I used to know. Elisha who used to have short hair, tomboyish, fierce. Now you're prettier, El."

Elisha turned his eyeballs, looking sideways at the man sitting next to him.

"Jay, you know I don't like pleasantries." He turned his eyes towards Elisha. "Snap, what are you talking about."

He stared at the bead lamat of Elisha's eyes for a moment.

"Sorry."

It practically made the girl link both eyebrows.

"Sorry, it makes you angry. You want to apologize to me?"

"Why should I apologize?"

"Because I know, I was wrong. I promise I won't forbid you from signing anyone, including your friends."

The girl seemed to think, still looking at the man's sincere face, then cleared her throat.

"Lo—, you promise?"

Jay nodded steadily. "Yes, I promise."

"Yes, I'm sorry. I don't want to mock Atlanta anymore." The final.

Jay raised his little finger, plus a smile that managed to show off the dimple on both cheeks. The girl then linked her pinky to Jay, smiling faintly.

If you don't want to get away from Elisha. I will make Elisha himself who is far away.