Letter to Atlanta
40. Not seen

After traveling for about fifteen minutes, Elisa and Atlanta arrived at the restaurant where the man worked. With a view that is still amazed by the interior of the restaurant that he thinks is very unique, Elisha was not able to blink an eye of goods one second.

They both walk side by side entering a European-style restaurant that was crowded with visitors. A classic song sounds very beautiful, adding to the luxurious impression of a five-star restaurant.

"How long have you been working here?" tanyanya turned her gaze towards the man beside her.

"About three years."

Elisha nodded his head. At that moment, their steps came to a halt as Atlanta approached the round glass table and pulled up the chair hinting the girl to sit down.

The girl immediately picked up the menu book available on the table. He chose what food he wanted to eat this time, especially Atlanta has promised to make whatever menu is in the restaurant.

"You think it's better steak or goose heart. I've never tried a goose's heart. But it's expensive too, huh?" he said he was monologuing but made like asking Atlanta without turning his head, he re-rolled the paper repeatedly.

"Hmm .. What if the fried rice is special, or grilled octopus?! Uh, hingga deh .. but I want sushi, but the ribs are grilled well." His index finger never stopped pointing one by one restaurant menu that looks tempting. I don't know how many times Atlanta also breathed slowly, the girl was very plan.

While waiting for Elisha to choose the food menu, Atlanta spread his gaze throughout the restaurant that never seemed to be quiet. He should have been in the kitchen to do his job as a dishwasher, he believes there are many piles of dirty dishes that are ready to be cleaned.

"I'm dizzy about which one to choose."

The man turned his head, and found Elisha pursing his lips.

"But you have to choose."

"But everything's good, Atlanta."

Seconds, the two are just looking at each other. Atlanta was confused to face the girl in front of him who at that time held the title of consumer at the restaurant where he worked.

"Atlanta. I thought you weren't at work. You are here." They both turned their heads, the figure of a formal-tuned man walking closer to the table that Elisha was at.

Atlanta lowered her head, her body suddenly a little stiff when she found a man who owned the status of restaurant owner had caught her.

"Sorry, Sir. Don't be mad at Atlanta." Elisha spoke up. Fearful the man wanted to rebuke Atlanta which was not wrong.

He frowned when a girl chimed in on his words.

"You're Elisa Horatama?"

The girl nodded slowly, then said, "Yes, sir. You know me?"

"You're Yunaka Tama's sister, right? Meet me, I'm Kuntara." He reached out his hand, intending to invite Elisha to meet, the girl politely shook the hand of the man who looked the same age as her Papa.

"It just so happened that my son was a close friend of Yunaka's on campus, so I knew. Mr. Pratama, Papa kau, he was my working partner also during the project in Kuala Lumpur," he said with a friendly smile.

Elisha simply returned a friendly smile from the man. Every now and then he glanced at Atlanta who was just paying attention.

"I'm so happy, Elisa boy would like to stop by my restaurant. Please, what message would you like?"

"But I can ask you something, sir?" he said while laughing.

The man nodded, confirming Elisha's words.

"May ... may, what is it?"

Elisa did not immediately answer, she gave a lip, does it not matter if she asked Atlanta who cooked for her? It is clearly not the job and responsibility of the man.

"I want Atlanta to cook my order, that's also if you don't mind .. hehe."

"Oh, sure, it's perfectly fine. I heard Atlanta is also very good at cooking." Unexpectedly, the man agreed with his request. He patted Atlanta's shoulders proudly.

"Seriously, Sir?!" elisha was happy.

Once again he nodded, indicating that the girl had not misheard his consent.

"Atlanta! I want to pesen whatever you're cooking, okay?!" said the girl enthusiastically, practically making Atlanta nod in agreement, before finally the tall body turned to leave Elisa, and finally lost swallowed by the door that was directly related to the kitchen area.

After seeing Atlanta coming into his work area, and the owner of the restaurant-Kuntara-pamit resigned to continue his solid work at that time, Elisha faded a long-lost smile on his lips. I don't know what's on his mind. His slender fingers soon reached for a plastic clip containing two capsule drugs in the bag, he immediately swallowed the drug with water that he carried in the tupperware.

For almost 20 minutes the girl faithfully waited for the food Atlanta made, she blew her breath, turned her gaze to the big glass, revealing a speck of rain that began to pour that afternoon. Elisha rubbed his palms together, feeling the chill coming from the outside wind.

Not long after, Elisha immediately straightened his back when the iris of his eyes caught the figure of the middle man carrying two glass trays in both hands, he smiled widely, finally after a long wait, he was waiting for the, instantly his stomach thrashed when he smelled a very tempting smell.

Atlanta serves two special menus in front of Elisa. A dessert, Sachertorte—chocolate cake with a layer of chocolate and apricot jam filling, and the main menu is Biff la lindstrom, a classic dish from Sweden, a classic dish, not forgetting he brought a glass of orange juice.

"It's not good, just say it. I'll make a new one."

Elisa flicked her hand once, denying Atlanta's remark as if her cooking would make the girl disappointed. How could it be, from the smell alone had made him want to immediately devour it to not want to leave a trace of the goods one drop of seasoning.

"It must be good, Atlanta." He took a fork and a knife to cut the meat that had been teasing him. "I ate it?"

"Great boy!" saith. Elisha went back to devouring the pieces of meat voraciously, practically making Atlanta feel relieved, he slightly chuckled at seeing Elisha like a baby who had just been fed.

Even the girl did not give a pause on the closing menu after finishing the main menu.

"I live gapapa, right? I have to work."

The girl nodded, still with her mouth that did not stop chewing.

"Yes, what a gapapa." He paused his speech, reaching for a tall glass of orange-colored water, gulping it down until half was left. "Later to go home picked up by Bang Joni if the rain has subsided."

Atlanta smiled, turning her body around to immediately resume her work.

"Atlanta!"

The man turned back.

"Where's the toilet? I want to pee."

Atlanta pointed to the direction of the consumer toilet in the corner of the restaurant. Elisha replied with a nod. The girl got up, a little run towards the spot Atlanta showed.

Inside the toilet, Elisha hastily opened one by one the toilet cubicles, making sure that no one was inside. He entered one of the rooms, locked it tightly, his legs were squeezed for a while, he squatted in front of the closet.

Hoek!

Elisha spewed out all the food that had just entered his stomach, giving a little taste of pleasure even if only for a moment. Sweat dripped on his forehead, he was increasingly squeezing the lower abdomen which was very painful.

Hoek!

All he had in mind was Atlanta, he felt so guilty about the man. He believes Atlanta was so hard-earned to make the food for him just to get an apology from him, even Atlanta was willing to give his time just for the girl.

The water in the corner of her eye was trying to force her out of the cracker, and Elisha wiped her with toilet paper, then washed her mouth. Cold sweat began to spread, he was getting more sedentary, regulating irregular breathing.

I'm sorry, Atlanta.

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The sky that was once gray, now turned pitch-black, indicating that the day had gone into the night. The wind increasingly pierced the surface of Elisha's skin that was not wrapped in cloth. He increasingly close his sweater which is clearly unable to dispel the cold that hit.

He walked through the streets of the compound which was only illuminated by yellowish lights, repeatedly kicking innocent pebbles that blocked him. The girl was sure, her mother must have been very worried at home. Unfortunately, his cell phone runs out of battery, he can't contact Joni, nor Yunaka, worse, the streets of an elite complex that he believes there can be no public transportation through it.

He breathed rough until a puff of smoke rose up in the air. He re-spawned the rope of the backpack that hung freely on the side.

Tid! Tid!

Elisa stopped her steps, seeing a sport bike blocking the road ahead. He clucked, who was that guy anyway?

A man opened his full face helmet in red, revealing the firm face of the owner of the motorcycle.

"Lo said the streets here, alone again," he said instantly.

"This is a narrow world, or is it everywhere? Bossen I met you mulu, dakjal's son." Elisha turned to look at the dislike of a man he knew named Theo Wijaya.

"But, don't be fierce napa. I'm not good at trying to be the same."

"Lo's the dakjal boy, where's your kindness, huh?"

The man was grieving, to be honest he was very unhappy with Elisha who always mentioned him as a double child, he left the bike, approached Elisha who had folded his hands.

"Come on, I'm anter lo go home."

Elisha pulled next to the eyebrow. "I also went back with you."

"God! It's malem, bego. You want to be kidnapped?"

Theo drew Elisha's still-locked hands folded, he himself was surprised after feeling how cold the girl's palm was, could he blame the increasingly cold air? Elisha threw down Theo's large hand grip that was about to drag him.

"Gue doesn't want to go home with you! Mending me the road ahead." Elisha pulled his chin towards the street which he himself did not know when the arch of the complex would be seen.

Theo rotated his eyeballs, it turned out that the girl was very stubborn. Without saying a single letter item came out of his mouth, the man opened his thick leather jacket, leaving only the black shirt still attached. He put his jacket on Elisha's body which turned out to look great.

"Pake my jacket. The wind will catch."