Letter to Atlanta
25. Mama i'm sorry

Slowly those rosy round eyes opened, the first thing he saw was that the study lamp that was in front of him lit up, practically making his eyes blink a few times. Elisa straightened her back, rubbed her eyes then took out a smartphone, looked at the clock on the lockscreen.

He yawns, stretching his stiff muscles. Her attire was fixed on the pile of package books in front, Elisha sighed, to be honest she was very tired that day, but the school tasks were gathered together tomorrow morning.

Elisha went from sitting, intending to make warm milk to accompany his long night.

However, the footsteps stopped slowly when his eardrum overheard a debate in his parents' room.

He's widening his hearing.

"So I don't take care of kids! What do you usually do, huh!"

"What do you mean, Mom?! I should be the same as you! You are always busy with your business! Never once did you think of children! Now you're guilty I'm not good at taking care of the kids?! Where is your mind!"

"I work for our family too, Vina! Where do you think you can still shop from?!"

"But you never pay attention to children."

"Omong empty! Now you see Elisha. The photographer criticized her a lot about her weight. What have you been feeding her all this time? You can't give him healthy food, vegetables, salads, or any cake, give him vitamins so his body stays good."

"Mas! Elisa only good weight 1kg only you until the wrath of rich gini. I don't think the same about you. He's human too, Elisha can't be constantly demanded to be perfect, Mas!"

"But now she's a model, Vin! You should be aware, you should not neglect to monitor Elisha's diet. If the brands refuse to cooperate, our family reputation can fall apart."

Behind the door, Elisha had long clenched both his hands. The water of his face suddenly turned hot, even his heart felt torn apart instantly.

"Huh! You just think about the existence of the family, you never think about their feelings. For a long time I thought, actually you are a human being what is not, you do not have a heart, Mas!"

Plaques

"DARE TO BE BRASH WITH YOUR HUSBAND?!"

Elisha rounded his eyes perfectly, he was astonished. "M—mama! Make Elisha milk dong!"

He had to scream for his mother. He did not want Pratama to hurt the woman any further.

There was a sound in there.

"Yes. Wait, s—while!"

Quickly Elisha ran small towards the living room, pretending to curl up on the sofa. The girl felt she was the cause of the quarrel between her parents. He was upset, annoyed with himself, annoyed with the circumstances that always demanded perfection.

The sound of rubber slippers was getting closer to her, making Elisha immediately wipe away the drops of tears that almost came out.

Vina cleared her throat, neutralizing her voice. "I thought you were sleeping, El."

Still with her back, Elisha got closer to the head of the sofa.

At the same time, Vina chose to go to the kitchen, making warm milk for Elisha. In her silence, Elisha increasingly thought, is the quarrel between her parents caused by her? This was not the first time he had heard the debate of Papa and Mama, who again had a little issue about him.

Either, whether he should be grateful or vice versa, because Vina always defended him, even though it ended with physical violence that her Papa did.

"Don't be forced." Vina sat on the sofa, keeping a tall glass filled with milk on a glass table.

Elisha sighed, sat down, picked up the glass, then crossed over on the sofa. He was still holding a glass, blowing brown water that spread warm in the palm area.

"Kalo El did not get a job, later El was punished dong, Mah," he said with a small oddity, and began to drink the milk. Vina just nodded while smiling widely.

Elisa ventured to look at the mother, looking at every inch of the woman's facial line beside her. The woman still, trying to look tough as if nothing happened a few minutes ago. The smile, still adorned the beautiful face of a woman who was almost half a century old, although Elisa knew, there was a wound behind the smile of the Mama.

Can Elisha argue, that his mother is really not good at acting. No matter how hard her mother tried, but in the girl's eyes, Vina looked very fragile. The bond between the two cannot lie to Elisha's instincts as a child. Obviously the girl was very sensitive to something related to her mother.

"Why is my mama's cheek red?"

Vina rounded her eyes, jerking. He held the cheek that Elisha meant, the woman was fluttering. "A—ah, this. Gapapa, Mama gapapa."

Indeed, Elisha really did not need any answer from Vina. She understood and knew, Vina would never tell Elisha the truth. From the discoloration on Vina's facial skin, the girl grimaced even more, as hard as Pratama slapped his own wife, how the big palm rubbed rough with the smooth cheek of the Mama.

"Well, Mama once said, right, if the problem is not good to be kept alone. While there are still people beside us, there are still people who want to listen to our stories, we cannot be selfish as we feel. If it hurts, say it hurts. If cape, say cape."

Vina was just looking at her daughter at the time. Listen to the true words of Elisha. A tip that he always said to his children, but he always denied himself. It turns out true, talking is easy, which is difficult it runs it.

Elisha smiled gently at his mother. Swiping the back of Vina's hand full of feeling.

"Elisa to the room first huh, Mah." He moved, turning around after Vina nodded her head.

With a heavy heart Elisha climbed the stairs, without any intention of turning to Vina one last time. It felt like he could not, again the woman who always sacrificed for him.

Elisha kept the glass that was carried on the nightstand. Then his legs went to the bathroom. The girl noticed the reflection of her face on the glass. Pondering, aware of the changes in the structure of his slightly inflated face.

The tiny hand gripped the rim of the sink very tightly, along with a rumble in his chest that suddenly stifled.

His iris was fixed on a toothbrush neatly stored inside a light blue plastic glass with toothpaste. Elisha picked it up, watching his own toothbrush with a distorted mind.

Maybe this is a crazy thing he thought. But the girl had no other choice. Ever since his medicines were disposed of, and he stopped consuming them again, he had actually gotten even crazier eating.

Mah, sorry Elisa.

He lit the sink water. Then crouch under the closet. He opened his mouth, slowly the handle of the toothbrush went into the little mouth of the girl. Elisha forced a long, hard object to enter his esophagus, scraping his oral cavity.

"Hoek .. hoek." He spewed out all the food he could eat.

Even though her eyes were already watering, Elisha kept doing it over and over again. He took out everything that went into his stomach, until he felt it was empty there. With hope, tomorrow morning his weight will not increase again.