Letter to Atlanta
41. Puzzles

"Pake my jacket. The wind will catch."

Elisha geming. The girl just silently looked at Theo who painstakingly put on her jacket which was clearly oversized, the tiny body of Elisha drowned in a jacket which miraculously carried a warmth.

One thing he clearly just got from the annoying figure of a Theo Wijaya, a man with a firm jaw that he knows is a pretentious student in power and relying more on the position of his father, his father, it still has a soft heart.

Ah, exactly which is the real Theo? Was he possessed by a good genie?

"Gue knows I'm handsome. Don't look like it's rich. You'll have a crush on me."

Elisha flinched, he blinked his eyes repeatedly when he heard the annoying sentence from the man in front.

"Who has seen you too. Pede is very much a person," he said ketus.

Theo only chuckled, he pulled the corner of his lips, watching as Elisha seemed to be starting to pick himself up. He was increasingly unsure that the man who was with him was Theo, the man who managed to enter the black list of Elisha. Especially with the first meeting between the two being so unpleasant, he still remembered that.

"Udah, come on."

"Where?"

"Yes home."

For a second, what Elisha did was just lip smacking. Before long his pointy chin moved pointing at the man who only wore a rather oversized shirt.

"Gue gapapa's. The important thing is not to get cold" he said with a smile.

Gosh, even that girl doesn't know that Theo has a pretty sweet smile. His notoriously rough figure, instantly shattered that view. Theo immediately rode his sports bike, wearing a helmet. But he immediately looked back when he saw Elisha who was still in place.

"Pocket."

The daydream was destroyed with nothing left, the girl realized. I don't know, he should have been able to refuse Theo's invitation at that time, but suddenly his whole body moved to take him up the iron footing of Theo's motorbike, sitting his butt in the seat of an unemployed passenger.

"Sorry, I don't have a helmet for you" the man said. Glanced at Elisha through the rearview mirror, and found him nodding.

"Father. I won't get a ticket, will I?"

Again, Theo only chuckled at Elisha's words. Either a slender tone, a rant, or whatever it is, Theo really likes it. For a day he did not hear Elisha's babble, for him it felt like numbness.

"Hand hold dong."

"Damn, ogah! New opportunity in kinges—AAAA!" The screech. It practically made the girl hug Theo when the man in front intentionally gas-stamped, and brake him suddenly.

"Udah spelled out the handle," he said with a satisfied laugh.

Elisha immediately let go of his unwanted embrace, hitting Theo's wide shoulder very hard.

"Theo, shit!" He was carrying Theo's helmet-coated head. However, the man tightened his laughter even more, as if he saw something very funny.

"Gue get off!" Threaten the girl who had given a swing to get off Theo's motorbike.

"Yes, yeah, I'm just kidding, that's it."

"Yes, it's a road!"

Like there were no capoksnya man tried to pull Elisha's neck veins, along the way he never stopped making the girl behind him growl because of his annoying act. And I don't know how many times Elisha also menoyor, pinch, even hit Theo's back.

Until they did not feel they had reached the gate of the house of Elisha slightly opened, the man's laughter faded slowly when the girl he was carrying chose to descend quickly.

"I went home with Nyesel lo," he said, Elisha scowled for a moment.

Theo opened the helmet that had covered his face. "But I didn't get you safely, did I?" he said with a joke.

"Yes but if it was on my way why-what how? Do you want responsibility?! After all, bring a really cool motorbike, a lot of style! Kaya Abang I aja lo," he said while recalling when Theo always overtake the car in front, or gas in the corner of the road until the motor owned by the man was tilted 30°. As a result, the girl tried desperately to hold back the fear as well as horror.

"What's your brother why?"

"Ah, I'm going in. Cape says the same. Thank you for bringing me."

"Just a minute." The man moved, approaching Elisha who was several meters ahead of him.

"What else do you want?"

"Gue's coming."

Practically Elisha frowned both eyebrows, staring at the puzzled tall man who had already preceded him entering the courtyard of the house. Well, Theo always manages to make it blood up.

"Ngapain, jesus. Whoa!"

Elisha went after Theo, following the man who walked with wide steps in front of him. Before long, there was a tall figure who had just walked out from behind the door of the house. Theo further accelerated his steps toward the man, not forgetting the best smile he patrican.

"Malem, sir." Sapa Theo shook the hand of the brother of Elisha.

"You're Theo, right? Mr Narto Wijaya's son?" ask Joni to make sure.

"Yes, sir." Theo smiled clumsily.

"Elisa, how can you go home with Theo? Where have you come from. Is the phone not active?" he said he allowed a look at Elisha who had just let out a low breath.

"Elisha goes to school and eats first. Hp El abis batre, keep fit to go home El meet him, yes it's been together." Evidently.

Joni nodded her head in understanding, she was a little relieved that her sister had returned safely.

"Oohh that, our Pak gapapa already better, maybe you used to think of it as the beginning of the introduction. Aye, right?" he said while touching Elisha's arm. The girl rotated her eyeballs, snorting.

"Sir, sir, you think my brother is Father."

"El .. How do you say that anyway?"

"Elisa if in school is more fierce sir."

Joni chuckled to find Elisha who had clenched his hands in the air, but at once the fist was lowered just like that.

"Hm ... Thanks, Theo, Elisa's anther at home. Come on, stop by first." Ajar Joni's.

"Other times, I have to go home now."

The adult man nodded again. "Yes, I've been to Dalem again, there's still a lot of work."

After Joni disappeared behind the door, only silence enveloped the two people standing in the neon lights of the two-story house's courtyard.

"Where to go home, I want to rest," said Elisha as if to eliminate the figure of Theo in front of him as soon as possible.

"Don't you, ngusir?"

"Yes, ngusir! There, there." Elisa slightly pushed Theo's back.

"Be a while, Elisha."

He gave up, stomped his feet and turned around, leaving Theo. But the man pulled the strap of his backpack, automatically Elisha almost toppled to the back.

"Otherwise?!"

"My jacket."

His intuition moved quickly, he regained consciousness, rounding the eyeballs. Maybe he did not realize that Theo's jacket was still firmly attached to his body.

"Kalo would like you to use also gapapa. So I can shield you from the cold."

Once again Elisha clucked, for a long time he could have vomited with all the sweet words of Theo. The girl immediately opened the jacket belonging to the person in front of her, threw it right on the chest of Theo field, fortunately the man was quick to clutch his jacket.

"Well, isn't there any more?"

Theo nodded slowly, looking straight at the girl. After receiving a nod from Theo, Elisha turned back, leaving from the spot where he was standing. The man watched Elisha's back until it disappeared from his sight.

"Pretty." Theo tilted his lips, before he finally chose to leave the grounds of Elisha's house.

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The handsome man like a prince in the fairytale country was still struggling with many heaps of thick books in front of him, even though time almost showed midnight, he remains excited about doing Math problems that are able to make the contents of the head hurt just by looking at it.

Before he finished the notes of formulas and problems, the pen he used stopped removing ink.

"Well, where I don't have anything else." He ransacked all the small drawers on his desk. The result is nil, he does not have a stock pen anymore.

Jay got up from sitting, stretched his stiff muscles. His legs moved, he walked outside the room, his legs went into the room right next to his own room.

He believes Atlanta has not yet returned from his place of work.

For a moment, he only looked at every corner of the room belonging to Atlanta. Very, very different from his room. A striking difference between the two is becoming more apparent. He only saw the wardrobe, study table, and bed that were all made of wood, not to mention plain white wall paint increasingly revealed a very simple room.

However, try to see the male room owner of dimples, almost all objects displayed in his room have a very good quality standard, of course, with an elegant modern design reflects that the man has a high taste.

But Jay was very unconcerned, his goal to the Atlanta room was not to give mercy to Atlanta, but just to borrow the man's pen.

He walked towards the study table, looking for the thing in his car.

"Ata, I pinjem pen lo ya?"

"Yes, take it." Jay giggled as he answered his own question.

After getting what he was looking for inside the Atlanta pen, suddenly the iris of the man's eye was fixed to the frame of the photo that was deliberately wrapped. Although he did not want to care more about the object that tried to attract his attention, but in fact Jay lost, more curiosity mastered it.

He opened the frame, saw a picture of who was there.

"Elisa?" He frowned. "However, how rich I've seen this photo."

Jay tries to recall a female figure who is very similar to Elisha. It didn't take much time for the man to dig back into his mind's memory.

"This is the picture I saw in Dad's drawer."

Believing in disbelief, Jay is struck by what has just become a riddle to her. A woman in her '90s style looks a lot like Elisha. There's not even a difference between the two.

He narrowed his eyes, saw a small inscription in the corner of the photo.

"Hani 04 May 1976 - 01 January 1996"

The frown on Jay's forehead is getting more pronounced. "Hani who?"