Letter to Atlanta
38. Machine

In front of Jay's slightly open door, Atlanta was still standing pecking since ten minutes ago. He is still weighing whether he should see Jay that night, or if he should buy time again to give Jay's uniform that was loaned to him last afternoon.

The sound of breath could be heard from his mouth, still with white clothes in his grasp, Atlanta was determined to meet Jay right then and there. His hand was up, knocking on the door.

Htc .. tok

"Just in!" People inside. Apparently Jay hasn't slept, inwardly.

Slowly, Atlanta held the door knob, opened the width of the teak-based object until it showed the room nuanced white ash plastered clearly. Atlanta walked up to Jay who was still struggling with a lot of piles of books on the study table.

Ah, he forgot, the handsome man must take part in the Math Olympiad next week. No wonder his sister worked so hard to get the best results.

Jay looked at it. "Why go to my room?" said flat. He continued his activities again.

Atlanta reached into the phone in her training pants pocket, typing something in there. Jay took a rough breath, again allowing his gaze to see what Atlanta wanted to say.

"Thank you for lending me this uniform. I washed it."

Afterward Atlanta thrust the uniform, but what he saw was a lip from Jay, then the man clucked.

"Don't you think I love that uniform, which means I care about you. Huh, not at all. Even I'm minjemin my clothes are the same lo." Jay turned to change the direction of sitting, leaning his back towards Atlanta who was standing in front of him.

"Gue didn't want to see Elisha crying rich earlier, so don't ever think that I really-genuinely help you. It's all for Elisha." He paused his speech, his gaze could not be separated from his uniform that was still in the hands of Atlanta. "Ah, and about that shirt, you don't have to go back to me. I don't want to wear your old clothes."

Maybe Jay's words can sound very painful and mean rough, but this time Atlanta does not feel his heart hurt with all Jay's words as if he does not want to be sincere to help him. Atlanta smiled faintly, sure, deep down in Jay's heart, the man still had a sense of caring even if it was just a grain of sand on him. It's okay, he understands enough with his sister.

"Ngapain is still here? There go." His word was like expelling Atlanta to immediately disappear from his sight.

Atlanta re-typed something again on her phone.

"Do you want me to make you some warm milk?"

Jay was a little stunned by what he read. For a moment, he thought if Atlanta really wanted to make warm milk for him? Or did Atlanta want to poison him for not taking it with her words?

Wait, regardless of his wild thoughts, he was sure Atlanta was not such a person.

"Yes there. Make me milk chocolate angel, do not forget to use honey a spoon," he said before turning back to finish the task immediately.

Atlanta immediately went to the kitchen, made some warm milk for Jay. At least to slightly provide some spirit for his sister. Not long after, he re-entered Jay's room. However, this time all he saw was, a man who had fallen asleep with both arms as a cushion.

He kept a clear glass of warm milk on the nightstand, took a neatly folded blanket over the bed, Atlanta wrapped it around the blanket to cover Jay's body. And what he did next, was to clean up all the books, the stationery that was splattered on the study table.

The smiling man watched Jay's calm face in his sleep. His outstretched hand rubbed Jay's black mane, stroking it several times.

Good luck, my sister.

.......

.......

.......

"Russia ... Elise."

Htc .. tok

"El?"

The girl growled in her sleep when she heard the knocking of the door, and she pulled over the pink-furred blanket to cover her entire face.

Htc .. tok

"Elisa?"

This time Elisha opened his eyes, opened the rough blanket wrapped around his body, then straightened up. The sleepy eyes turned towards the alarm clock on the nightstand. It's five in the morning, my God.

Htc .. tok

"What the hell. It's still dawn." He got out of bed to open the door to his locked room.

Cclek

Pratama was standing at the door of his room. Elisha took a slow breath when he found out who dared to disturb his deep sleep, even he was a little unwilling when his beautiful dream suddenly collapsed along with his soul returning to the body. If only Yunaka had woken her up, Elisha might have cursed at it.

"Why, Pah?" he said while rubbing both eyeballs that still feel sticky.

"Daughters can't get up in the afternoon." Practically made Elisha snort, again the words of the pearl were gliding from the mouth of his Papa.

"But Elisha cape really, Pah," he said weakly.

"Not many reasons." The man paused his words, and turned to reach into something in his pants pocket. "It."

Elisha frowned when he received a pet bottle that his Papa had just thrust.

"What medicine is this?"

"That's a vitamin. You drink half an hour before you eat."

Elisha looked at the medicine for a few seconds, then said again, "But I've taken a lot of vitamins, Pah. Why add more? Not to mention the other drugs."

Pratama touched the top of Elisha's head, he smiled faintly, watching his son's pillow open with a slightly printed eye bag under Elisha's eyes.

"Let's not be easy to cape," he said. Elisha shuddered a little when he saw a Primary smile that he thought was scary. The girl gulped, I don't know what she meant, her dad suddenly gave her a medicine that he said was the vitamin.

He was only able to nod, Pratama turned his body leaving Elisha who was still thinking about his intentions which he was completely unable to guess.

Elisha set foot on the ground, to be honest he was very lazy to immediately wrestle with the water. And when the bed tried to get the girl back into the warmth of the blanket, but in fact the temptation was too weak against the fear of Pratama wrath.

With a body that was still very lethargic, Elisha obeyed everything that Pratama said half an hour ago. He walked into the kitchen, joined by Mama and Bi Asih—assisten their family household— prepared breakfast menu.

"Well, Elisha was still sleepy" he said limp as he leaned his head against the refrigerator door.

The woman in the pajama suit looked over. "Why did you wake up?"

"Elisa told Papa to help her."

Vina chuckled, she poured the chicken opor into a large clear bowl, then the woman said, "Taste it so, baby. Mostly make provisions for your brother."

"Bikin what?" Elisha stepped closer to Vina near the stove.

"Bikin an omelet, same fried sausage."

"Yes, right here, same as Elisha."

The mother took two eggs and some sausages in the refrigerator, storing them in front of Elisha.

"What can you do?"

Elisha nodded, shaking his head. "Relgan."

"You're this. Fried eggs with sausages can't."

"It can't, Mah. Elisha was afraid of oil. How about nyiprat?"

Vina sighed, taking the cutting board to cut the sausage. Without taking his eyes off the two ingredients in front of him, he said, "Yes, help Bi Asih bring breakfast at the dinner table."

"Ready First Lady!" enthusiastic follow.

He immediately took some dishes that were already available, helped Bi Asih arrange everything on the dining table until it looked neat. One by one the family came to start the day which was arguably still too early.

"There is a reason why we have breakfast so early, there are things that Papa wants to say," said Pratama, the head of the family.

Everyone there looked at the man carefully, ready to listen to something that would probably answer many questions as well as the reason Pratama woke up his children early in the morning, including Elisha who is still not willing to do his actions.

"This morning, Papa is leaving for Kalimantan. Papa has to take care of our business there the next few weeks." He looked at his wife and children in turn.

"As long as Papa is there, I hope you stick to the family rules. Papa doesn't want Papa's kids to do anything at will. Especially you, Elisha." The girl nodded slowly when her name was called the Papa.

"Joni, Papa tipped Elisa with you. If something happens to your sister, Papa will immediately rebuke you. All Elisha's activities, at school, including the shooting schedule, Papa leave it to you. You gotit?"

The eldest son nodded in understanding, while Elisha snorted softly, is he a prisoner who goes everywhere, or does something have to remain under surveillance? Moreover, Pratama entrusted Joni to keep an eye on him, his brother who was famous for being very firm. If only Yunaka, maybe he would give a little slippery money to be more free.

"Yes, we're eating now."

Vina immediately stirred up the chicken opor in front of her, the distinctive smell of the menu instantly popped out, stroking the nasal cavity of the people around her. But Elisha immediately closed his nose, not allowing the smell of opor to go deeper. His legs suddenly moved away from the dining table, he ran into the bathroom.

"Geek!"

The woman went after Elisha when she heard her son spew something in there, she panicked.

"Don't you?" Yunaka nudged onto Joni's arm sitting beside her. "Lo's got the same thoughts as me?" he said without taking his eyes off the bathroom door where Elisha and Mama were inside.

"What do you think?" replied Joni perfunctory, he again took the side dish into his plate that was still clean untarnished.

"Don't, Elisa .. pregnant."

Nah!

Joni clings to Yunaka's head as nonsensical words come out of his mouth until the man recovers in pain.

"Ngaaco. Don't you just talk."

"But lo lo see, Bang. He puked early."

The man looked back at Yunaka's face, not forgetting the sharp eyes he offered to his sister who always managed to make her shake her head.

"You really are Elisa pregnant, you are responsible, Ka."

"My shell? I'm fine with my own brother, Bang!" the law does not accept.

The drug works.

Elisha wiped his mouth, it felt like his stomach was suddenly sick and nauseous. The liquid that came out through his throat made him even more agonized.

"Why are you, El? It hurt?"

Elisha shook his head, straightened his body again. "Engga, Mah. I just suddenly feel sick."

"What did you eat?"

Once again Elisha shook his head, before his words came to pass.

"That's a vitamin. You drink half an hour before you eat."

"But Papa told me to take some vitamins."