Letter to Atlanta
32. Im for you

The feeling of anxiety still sided with both of them. Even when the teacher who doubles as their homeroom teacher turns the doorknob of the teacher's room, the feeling of unbecoming. They were still following the woman, to the place where her great table was located, a stopover that she usually used to do all the activities as a teacher.

He reached out after sitting in his soft seat, intending to have Atlanta and Elisha sit on a folding chair bounded by a long brown table.

"Look, the principal set new rules last month. Maybe Elisa doesn't know about this, considering you just started school two weeks ago. But you're Atlanta." He paused his words and chose to look at Atlanta. "I'm sure you understand what I mean, don't you?"

The man understood. While Elisha was staring at Atlanta and the teacher in turn, as if asking him he was in a question mark situation.

"I mean Mom, what is it? What rule? Or maybe we did something wrong until you asked us to come here?" he was accompanied by a worried face.

"No. You didn't do anything wrong." He took a breath, then said again, "The established rule is that all students must participate in extracurriculars, at least one. It's just the two of you who haven't had any activities."

"For you, Atlanta. Maybe I can still understand for new students like Elisha. But you? You have never been into any kind of exculpation. Remember, you are already in 11th grade, although the value of the excrement is not so influential on the value of other lessons on the report card, at least you have a plus point from the excrement you follow."

Atlanta just stared blankly at the teacher, listening intently to every word that came out of the woman's mouth. Elisa was only speechless with her thoughts, had Atlanta never mingled with the other students? Perhaps he understood why the child chose to avoid school activities, regardless of the circumstances, should not the man choose to close himself.

The sound of the voice******* was short of Elisha's mouth, he again turned his gaze toward the teacher there.

"Sorry, Mom. If me and Atlanta are troubling Mom, I understand Mom's position as our homeroom teacher, I just want us to explore our talents more, right? But, there may be another reason why Atlanta does not participate in any of the exculpatory activities."

"I understand, and I understand the situation in Atlanta. I speak like this because I deeply regret Atlanta's pent-up talent that has not been revealed by the public." He took a breath before continuing his words. "I know, you really like music, don't you?" ask him on the man who practically made himself round both eyes.

Unlike the case with Atlanta who was surprised after hearing the speech of her teacher, Elisa automatically knitted both eyebrows until it caused a stroke on her forehead.

"I used to see you play the piano in the music room. You enjoy everything so much. I think you're quite talented, Atlanta. Are you having trouble adapting to other students?"

Atlanta smiled clumsyly, she herself was not a typical child that was difficult to blend in. Even he could have been very familiar with the people he had just known. Either way, he felt very small when he was in the school environment. Too many people look down on his flaws here.

"Hows it? Do you want to get into music?" Ask expectantly. Of course, the woman did not want Atlanta's talent to end up in vain. At the very least, everyone should know, that the child really has an appreciative ability.

"Yes, Ta. You're into music, huh, huh?" elisa said enthusiastically, she shook Atlanta's arm several times. He himself does not know why he was so excited to give a little encouragement—ah, rather force— on Atlanta who still mengumum lips.

"This is your chance, Atlanta. I'm sure you're capable of developing your talent there. If you have any difficulties, let me help you later" the teacher offered. Still with a gaze of hope that his students want to follow what the little heart of the man really wants.

Probably right, he really likes music, really. If people can easily get into what they want, different from Atlanta, the man had to think about other possibilities that would occur if he was desperate to join the people in the exculus that was quite popular at the school.

In his mind, Atlanta was still weighing, whether he should answer yes, or not. Not ceaselessly he also looked at the look of the teacher's hopeful face.

"Come on, you want to get into music? Plis is so, Ta." Elisha again pleaded, with his hands clenched in front of his chest, he gave the man puppy eyes. After all, who will put up with Elisha's advances.

Atlanta chose to draw as much oxygen as possible, neutralizing her breath after seeing Elisha's adorable face. It could be that girl who knows how many times to make her heart race. And I don't know how many times Atlanta also promised do'a so that he did not have a heart attack due to it.

"How's it?" ask the teacher again.

With a confident smile, Atlanta nodded her head. Signaled that he approved his wish, and the teacher's input. I hope it was the best decision. By looking at the happy face of Elisha, managed to convince his heart that everything would be fine, no need to worry, he would try to give his best for the people who at that time supported him.

"Thank God you wanted to, Atlanta." He turned his gaze toward Elisha who seemed very pleased with Atlanta's decision, then said, "You, Elisha? What do you want to get into?"

Elisha cleared his throat, appearing to be thinking.

"You sure?"

Elisa nodded firmly, glancing at Atlanta and the teacher took turns, assuring that she was really with her words.

"Are you serious?"

The girl snorted, rotating her eyeballs while folding her hands.

"You doubt I'd like to join the army, hm?" he looked hard at Atlanta. Automatically make the man swallow his saliva with difficulty.

"No, that's not what I meant."

"What do you mean?"

"Already, Elisha, do not have to be questioned," he said mediate. "Better now you call your respective heads of state,"

The teacher chuckled a little with Elisha, who had his lips cut open, and said, "Elisa, you should talk to Juan, your class leader. He's also the head of this year's martial arts."

Elisha nodded. "Good, Mom."

"And you, Atlanta. I hope you see Theo soon. Because I think he's been busy lately, you know, we're going to have a music festival in a month?" he was accompanied by a nod from Atlanta.

While Elisha, he could not cover up his shock, having heard one name that was very annoying to him.

"M—you mean Mom, Theo Wijaya's a delinquent?" saith.

"Humeless what do you mean?" Speech interjected. "Ah, I understand what you mean. Maybe you think Theo's a bad boy, but honestly he's one of the most influential students in music."

Elisha clucked, feeling unacceptable when the teacher said that Theo was a reliable child.

"Why could he be the chairman anyway, ma'am. People she likes bul—"

Atlanta immediately smothered Elisha's mouth. Even the man did not care about half the face of Elisha covered by his big hand. The girl immediately released the clot that covered her nose up to her mouth.

"ATLANTA! You want to kill me?!" snapped it. The man was just grinning to see Elisha's reddened face.

Although he felt annoyed because Atlanta still did not want to admit the bullying he experienced. He could still think of how to get the man to breathe, the only way was, Elisa had to be on the Atlanta side.

At least, he can dispel the fear that always envelops when the shadow of the people always bothers Atlanta. Moreover, the exkul that Atlanta will follow is led by one of the students who managed to enter the Elisha black list voluntarily.

"So, I want to go to the same music scene in Atlanta,"

The teacher in front knitted his brows. "Why?"

"I want to be next to Atlanta."