Letter to Atlanta
24. I have to be perfect

I do not know how many times Elisha glanced at his watch, waiting for Pratama who he said would come to pick up. Still in the parking area, accompanied by Atlanta there. Even the parking lot will soon appear empty without a parked vehicle.

Occasionally he opened a message sent by him to Pratama that had not been read by the man. Elisa sat in the Atlanta bike seat, the man propped up the handlebar with one hand.

Elisha looked. "You know why I'm here? You're gonna have to work."

Atlanta nodded, smiled gently and moved her hands.

"Father, I'll accompany you until Papa comes. Where are you still?"

Elisha shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know."

Feeling that there was no answer from Pratama, Elisa chose to order an online motorcycle taxi to go alone to Joni's office. He was convinced that his father must be there, monitoring the company that had been transferred to his eldest son.

"Wait in front of the gate, yu. I've been pesen ojek." Elisa takes off her Atlanta bike. The man took over the bike, rode it, without being told the girl immediately climbed onto the footing between the tires.

"You don't want to tell me, who hit you?" elisa said as they headed for the school gate which was quite far from the parking lot.

Atlanta shook her head, then the girl gave a small snort.

"Well, if I knew who hit you, I'd abisin him with my own hands" he growled.

Right after, they arrived in front of the school gate. Elisha got off the bike. The green-jacketed biker approached the girl, practically making her turn.

"Sir Elisha?"

He nodded. "Yes, Mum."

Elisha took the helmet that was offered by an adult man in the status of a bulge. After riding the motor beat, the girl waved at Atlanta the farewell sign, not forgetting the most beautiful smile that was imprinted until it formed a crescent moon in Elisha's eyes.

It takes at least 10 minutes to get to her sister's office. Lucky that day the streets are fairly crowded smoothly, he can relax first without being hunted for time.

"Thank you, Mas" he said after returning the helmet, Mas ojol only nodded and smiled politely in response.

Elisa entered the office lobby, replying to the greetings of many employees who greeted her. Almost all the employees recognized the girl. Who does not know the child of the greatest entrepreneur, the sister of the CEO at their place of work, a very friendly and smiling teenager in their eyes.

He entered the elevator, pressing the 6th floor button. Elisha watched his reflection on himself in the elevator glass, then let out a slow breath.

"I'm fat" he said, still peeling his face to the tip of his foot. Holding the cheeks that feel more contained.

Ting

The elevator door opened, he immediately exited, looking for Joni's room. It is not difficult to find his brother's workspace, a room that is quite spacious and large with a signboard that reads CEO ROOM.

Not yet had her hand open the door knob, Elisha's iris narrowed when he accidentally saw there was a woman in there. He continued to pay attention to the woman's activities through the small glass in the middle of the door.

The woman she herself did not know who, standing beside Joni, massaged the man's shoulders while smiling flirtatiously. Suits lacking the materials he wore, a tight red shirt, a span skirt above the knee, curly brownish hair, and 5cm heels were able to make Elisa snort amusedly.

"Gradiance is also me," he said raising one eyebrow.

Elisha grew furious, as the man was silent only when the woman there was spoiled. He focused only on the computer screen, dancing fingers on the keyboard, occasionally writing something on paper.

"BRANCH! ELISHA I'M HERE!" The girl opened the door until she let out a voice that managed to make the woman jump in shock, released her handrails on Joni's shoulder, then stood stiff.

Joni looked slowly and briefly.

"When you come here, El?" said later.

Elisha walked towards the black sofa, feet not knowing he was purposely lifting on the glass table. He picked up a jar filled with snacks, leaning his back on the head of the chair while looking at the woman.

"Abang 'kan tau today El there is a shooting schedule," he said while chewing a snack.

"Papa's here, isn't he?"

Joni nodded. "There was. Longer patrols."

Elisa chuckled for a moment. "Satpol PP."

"Who is he, Bang?"

"Oh, this is your new secretary. Recognize, Rima."

The woman smiled sweetly, while Elisha bent his lips down, nodding his head slowly.

"It's not secretary Brother Mbak Jul, is it?"

Joni sighed softly, her hands reopening one by one the files in front of her.

"Julia resigned a week ago. Next month want to get married," he said without turning his eyes.

"Ciiee .. left out of wedlock." Elisha laughed amusedly, no doubt making Joni turn to look at him sharply.

"Even though Jul is beautiful, Bang. Hijab anyway, not rich aunt flirtatious, wear tight clothes, red lipstick rich abis crooked. Try it Jul Sister-in-law El," said Elisa while slightly glancing at Rima with the tail of her eyes.

The woman there snorted small, rotated her eyeballs and folded her hands. Joni gives the files to Rima, the woman looks down politely before finally turning around to get out of Joni's room.

In the doorway, Rima turned her head, displaying Elisha who was smiling sideways, satisfied that he managed to make himself careless.

Tengil boy.

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A little more polish on her face was finished, Elisha immediately moved from the dressing table, towards the one room that would later become where the girl took pictures.

Shrinking the concept of summer, Elisa looks more fresh, with natural makeup, braids one hair dangling on the side, flowy dress models with floral motifs are very suitable with her.

There, Pratama was still sitting in a plastic chair near the reflector umbrella, talking to a photographer who was fiddling with his camera.

Both of them looked back as Elisha approached. The man of his age with his father smiled in amazement when he saw Elisha.

"Well, this concept seems like a perfect fit for you, yeah. Your son is a champion, Pratama." He gave a thumbs up, Pratama laughed with the photographer. Elisha just bowed shyly, tidying up his hair.

"But a minute." The man squinted his eyes at Elisha's face, rubbing his chin. "You seem more content, El. Because we rarely see each other these weeks. Your cheeks are a little puffy."

Elisha held both of his cheeks, he also felt his cheeks slightly chubby. The girl also realized, lately she was more often snacking since her drugs were discarded.

"Ah, we just start, later we see the results together," said Pratama later.

The photographer agreed. Elisa immediately headed towards the front of the white background. The light from the barndoors made Elisha's skin look brighter, he did the pose instructed by the photographer, several times seen flash coming from the strobe and camera.

"One ... two .. three."

Be thankful that today Elisha can breathe a sigh of relief. Shooting which usually takes hours, now only takes an hour. Perhaps because there is not much clothing that he wears, he does not need to cape-cape changing costumes repeatedly.

The three are now sitting in line in front of a computer screen that displays many photos of Elisa that day. The girl was still drinking a bottle of mineral water while continuing to pay attention to the results of her shots.

"Elisha's wealth is more contained."

The man clicked one by one a photo of Elisha, looking front or side.

"Liat, her cheeks look like chubby right," he said pointing to the girl's side photo.

He sighed, leaning his back on the head of the chair. "To be honest, I don't have a problem with your chubby cheeks, El. I love it because you look so sweet. But on the other hand, it's a photo for an overseas magazine, an overseas brand, they ask you to make it look as perfect as possible."

Elisha listened to the man well. Pratama has taken a step to fold both hands, deheming slowly. He knew what his father had in mind at the time.

"My advice, improve your diet from now on, yes. Two days you still have a job."