Letter to Atlanta
27. Who's?

On Sundays, early in the morning Atlanta was busy with many ingredients in the kitchen. Help Bi Mirna cook for the family outing.

"Where are you going today?" said Bi Mirna in the middle of the woman chopping vegetables at the table.

The man who was washing the fish turned around and moved his hand.

"It's about to go to the halfway house, Bi. Last week I promised to visit there."

Bi Mirna nodded, she walked over to Atlanta, about to wash the cut vegetables.

"Oh, yes, yesterday Auntie met Adin again selling chips when Auntie to the market."

Atlanta smiled in response, she switched on the electric stove, putting the yellow seasoning into the frying pan she had pureed first.

"It has changed, Ta. He was more excited about selling. Bibi still remember the time Adin often ngamen first, his life was hanging down no purpose, even Aunt once saw him being stalked by street thugs ...." Bi Mirna paused for a moment.

"That's all thanks to you, Ata. They have dreams and small businesses, at least now they do not have to worry about rain, let alone sleep in the role" he added.

The woman smiled, occasionally turning to the man who was entering the water, stirring it with the seasoning until the color of the water turned yellowish.

"Not Ata, Bi. But indeed they themselves have the spirit to try to have a good life. Ata just teaches, the rest of them are trying."

After that, he put the fish that had been cut in two parts into the pan. Bi Mirna momentarily stopped her activities, choosing to look at the fish splashed into the yellow seasoning water.

"Aunt you guessed, you must make yellow seasoning fish again ...." Bi Mirna took a breath, flinging it softly.

"You love Daddy so much? Even though I never cared about you?"

Atlanta smiled sweetly, still looking focused on the cuisine she made before finally allowing the view after closing the pan aimed at making the seasoning seep into the meat of the fish.

"Never hate me, Bi. After all, Dad is Ata's father. Ata has no reason to hate Dad, if not for Dad, Ata can't be in this world. Mother must also be angry if Ata hates Dad."

The woman again breathed.

"You should be proud of your father. She's got a filial, diligent, smart, caring child."

The two return with their respective activities, and with their respective thoughts.

Atlanta remembers Bi Mirna's words. There may be times when the man feels never appreciated by his family, but never the slightest bit he complains, he always believes, gradually everything will change.

Yes, it was only that hope that he always remembered.

Once everything was done, Atlanta and Bi Mirna put some of those menus into the stacking lunch box separately.

"Well, very fragrant, Bi. Yellow fish seasoning huh?" Jay just came into the kitchen. He approached Bi Mirna, sniffing her father's favorite menu.

"Auntie is great about cooking." Jay gave the woman two thumbs, with a big smile of hers.

"But, that doesn't make Bi—"

"Jay! Ambilin's got Dad's car keys in the room!" Rudi's heavy voice was heard from the direction of the gerasi.

"Yes, Dad!"

The man immediately ran small towards his parents' room. Circulating the view to every corner of the room, looking for the whereabouts of his father's car keys.

His eyes widened, he set his feet toward a nightstand near the bed. Taking the black thing he knew was the key he was looking for.

"You can forget to bring the key" says Jay. He smiled faintly and took his breath for a moment.

Not yet had he turned around, his attention suddenly fixed on the drawer that opened a little. His intention of closing the drawer was uncoated when he saw a paper upside down that was known to be a photograph in there.

Jay really took it. I looked at the photo paper with curiosity. He flipped the paper, a frown on his forehead. A photo of a woman, in a 90s-era suit. Beautiful woman with black dress floral motifs, long straight hair without make up.

Even more surprising was that the woman was not his mother, but someone else he had known for twelve years.

"Elisa?"

His mind was increasingly guessing who the woman in the photo was. She was very sure she was Elisha, her face was very similar. However, the girl was certainly not born in the year 90. Elisha was born in the same year as her. Even if the woman was Elisha, the girl could not look like the people she used to be. A slightly discolored photo indicates that the object has been stored for a very long time. Then who is that woman?

Jay decided to take the picture, out of his father's room. He did not want to die curious. He ran over to Rudi who was still standing beside the car waiting for him.

"Dad."

Rudi turned his head for a moment, Jay gave a key after.

"Thank you, son." The man opened the steering door, started the car engine.

"Dad, I still want Elisha, right?"

Rudi nodded slightly. "Hm ... Elisa Temen you when you were a child? Pratama's son who is now a model?"

"Yes. Now Elisa's at school with Jay."

"Well, nice dong. You can play rich again first," he said with a small oddity.

Jay smiled only thinly. Still holding the photo behind his body.

"Jay can't, Dad?"

Rudi turned her back, looking at Jay with the best smile.

"What's the?"

Next to the hand was then stretched out, giving a photo to Rudi. Of course the man accepted it. But the next second, the look on Rudi's face suddenly changed, like surprise.

"Who is that, Dad? How do you look like Elisha?" Ask Jay carefully.

"Where did you get this photo?" rudi said in a cold tone.

Honestly, Jay was a little quivering due to the change in his father's current attitude. I don't know, he thinks his dad's gonna be pissed in a few seconds.

"From the drawer."

"Jay. Dad warned you. Never touch anything in Dad's drawer again. Understand you."

Jay nodded briefly. Along with Rudi who went waltzing into the house with wide steps. Feeling no clear answer, Jay went after Rudi.

"Well, but I can't tell you who that girl is. Who is she, why does she look like Elisha." Jay continues to chase Rudi who walks down the hallway that connects with the kitchen.

"You don't need to know."

"But I deserve to know."

Rudi stopped his steps and turned around, practically making Jay come to a stop. The man looked at the father with a questionable look.

"He's not Elisa. And you don't need to know who he is."

Jay is silent on the spot, the man again leaves Jay still wondering about the woman in the photo.

Wasn't he? Keep who?