Letter to Atlanta
3. A fact

Class ends at 10:00, which means the break has arrived. All students clean the books that have been used in bags, or under the table. When the bell rang, the sound of the students barely filling the entire room.

"Don't forget, the task is gathered next week, good afternoon," said the history teacher.

Atlanta was still silent on her bench, all she did was play her fingers in turn. His eyes did not stop trying to look at Elisha, although his heart did not want to steal a look at the girl who was writing something in the diary.

A few seconds after Atlanta had turned her gaze, Elisa turned her head quickly to reply, making Atlanta look in the other direction just like that. Elisa chuckled with Atlanta's cute demeanor, not to mention that the man's face looked pale as he looked up to her.

"You why? How nervous?" said Elisa. The girl clasped her chin with one hand, looking at Atlanta, watching the look on the restless face of the man beside her. It made Atlanta flutter, her heart racing so fast, that she could hear her own heart.

Elisha was still smiling broadly showing off his milk-white teeth. It was unsatisfied to look at the man's cute face, before a heavy voice finally averted Elisha's gaze.

"Hi, Elisha" said Lucas, sitting on Elisha's table. Making the girl have to raise her head to look at the perpetrator who was arbitrarily sitting before her in a disrespectful manner.

However, Elisha had to maintain a good image. Although his heart was very sorry for the tall man, a sweet smile remained on his thin lips.

"Eh, hi," he replied kindly.

"I know, I'm Lucas. Cowo's been hooked up at Hope High School." Lucas held out a hand. Elisha raised one eyebrow before replying to Lucas' hand, and moved it up and down.

Cowo freak. His inner.

"Don't believe. He's a crazy Rada. Recognize, I'm Mark." said Mark, he took over the hand of Elisha who was still faithfully stuck in the palm of Lucas' big hand.

Elisha just nodded slowly, noticing the strange demeanor of the two men in front of him.

"Damn. You think I'm crazy," Lucas said, not accept being called crazy by Mark.

"Yes, right." Mark stuck out his tongue, and folded both hands. It makes Lucas squeak, then shakes Mark's head.

"Dare you be with me, huh!"

The two returned with the struggle is not useful as usual, chasing each other around the class, and cursed. Elisha shook his head in disbelief, there could be humans like Lucas and Mark.

Elisa changed her sitting position, facing right towards Atlanta with a smile. However, the man at lightning speed picked up the lunch box he was carrying. Atlanta moved, and left the class, making Elisa was confused, and inevitably followed Atlanta, following the man.

"Hey! Waitaminute! Where you going? We have not had time to acquaintance" said Elisha who was not heard by Atlanta at all.

The tall man kept his legs wide, reluctant to turn to the girl who was now having trouble adjusting the wide and fast steps he made.

"Why do you keep getting? Wait a minute." Elisa continues to talk without brakes, intending to stop the movement of Atlanta which then takes her to the school park without her noticing.

She did not care about the gazes of other disciples who might consider Elisa like a stalker as it continued to follow Atlanta.

"Atlanta!" saith.

The legs froze, stopping suddenly, like something was holding back his steps again. Elisha smiled widely, and approached Atlanta with a still severed breath. The girl stood in front of Atlanta, she looked up because the height of Atlanta was quite too high for her. Elisha stared at Atlanta's soft black bead, unmindfully making the opponent look at Elisha as well, he blinked a few times. There was a strange feeling that suddenly tickled the heart of Atlanta when it met the owner of those beautiful eyes.

"Why did you go? Not polite. We haven't gotten to know you yet." Elisha was stupefied, yet looked adorable in that pretend mode.

Atlanta was still silent, not unwilling to answer, but a limitation that made the man freeze. Not knowing what to do, Atlanta walked back to a wooden chair shaded by a large flamboyant tree in the park. The girl never tired of following where Atlanta went, even when the man was sitting on the chair, he sat down too without permission, and without being ordered.

"Why not go to the cafeteria?" elisha asked, starting a conversation.

Elisa was still staring at Atlanta who was looking at her lunch of interest, two complete sandwich pieces that were still intact filled the lunch box room. Atlanta turned her head, smiling faintly at Elisa for the first time. The girl widened her eyes enthusiastically, would Atlanta answer all her questions?

A second later, the hand was outstretched giving a piece of sandwich bread. Elisha knitted his eyebrows, what did he mean? But Atlanta held out the bread again, intending to give half her lunch to Elisha.

"Make, me?" elisha pointed to himself.

Atlanta nodded, smilingly displaying her rabbit teeth. Despite not understanding why Atlanta suddenly gave him a piece of the sandwich, Elisa still accepted it, eating a bribe.

"Well! It's so delicious! You made it?" elisha said that he ate the sandwich until half was left. It felt so good, never had she eaten such a delicious sandwich, such a perfect blend, or perhaps because Elisha was hungry?

Atlanta heaved a sigh of relief, the corner of her lips growing more interested in making the sweet wide smile she had. Atlanta shook her head in response.

"Didn't you? Ah, must be your mother?"

Mammy?

The smile slowly faded, but not completely. Atlanta nodded lightly, confirming Elisa's question, even though the answer Atlanta gave was actually a lie. Maybe his mother made provisions for Atlanta.

"You must be happy to have a mother who is always there for you. Make breakfast early in the morning, make provisions to school. Aye, right?"

It was like thousands of arrows pierced his heart. Perfectly stuck, and produce pain as well as tightness that radiates in the chest area. Atlanta did not heed Elisha's words, she went to eat her lunch with a raging mind.

"WOI! MUTE!"

Atlanta, as did Elisha, turned to the source of the voice. The tall man who made it into the list of 'strange men' by Elisha. Lucas and Mark approached both of them.

Elisha knitted his brows, who did Lucas mean just now? Who is mute?

"Gue search turns out you're here. Nicerepotin the mute! Noh, look for Bu Rina TU," said Lucas pushed his pointy chin to the side.

The girl immediately turned to Atlanta who looked panicked herself. Atlanta rushes off, leaving Elisa with Lucas and Mark. Elisha stood up from his seat, intending to catch up with Atlanta who was leaving without saying goodbye, before a large hand pulled Elisha's wrist.

"Don't be chased, he doesn't pantes deket-deket lo," said Mark.

Elisha looked at the two in turn, and gave a confused expression. Wh why? What problem? Atlanta's a nice guy, he's also very sweet. Why Lucas and Mark hate Atlanta.

"But why?"

"Because, he's that, mute." Mark explained with great emphasis in each of his words.

Elisha choked, his gaze changing. So, that man, can't talk. What is the reason for closing his mouth, reluctant to speak. Fuck Atlanta who can't talk, then why? It was Atlanta's destiny, and not the man's. Why doesn't everyone even want to be friends with Atlanta, is it because of its flaws? After all, the people who had looked down on the man were simply outrageous.

"T—so why would he be mute?" elisa said, braving herself.

Lucas and Mark looked at each other, then laughed crisply. I don't know what the two are laughing at, it's the true definition of a strange human being.

"Elisa, Elisha, you realize that you're a famous model, a distinguished person. You want to talk to that mute guy. Mute, poor too. What do people say later," Lucas said casually.

At the corner of Elisha's lips lifted up, as if to belittle the words of the man in front of him. It could be that the tall man like an electric pole spoke without being filtered first. His heart was furious with Lucas' words, the girl clenched her hands, not accepting the person who humbled Atlanta at will.

"Yes, you really. Maybe I would be embarrassed if the same Atlanta, but, I would be even more embarrassed to have rich friends! Basic, mouth lacking immunization, flaccid," Elisha recalled, he broke through Lucas' rough arm, leaving the place with a worried feeling of Atlanta.