Letter to Atlanta
43. Not bitch

As promised, after school both intend to start piano practice in the music room. Because at that time it was not a day for music, Elisa and Atlanta had to be accompanied by Theo as the chairman to be able to start practicing in the room.

"It's only an hour. I still have other work outside" Theo said as he unlocked the door.

"It's so busy being a person." Sindir Elisha lightly. He stepped inside ahead of Theo who had just opened the wide glass door in front.

Theo. "Ck, gini-gini I also have a job. So don't look at people from cover doang."

Elisha just nodded while pursing his lips like forcibly assenting Theo's words.

Atlanta took over the long padded seats that were near the ivory-white piano, trying to press the piano keys several times. The girl, began to walk around every musical instrument lined up, ranging from guitar, piano, drums, flute, play it from origin to produce a variety of sounds and messy.

"It's so bad lo. Kaya just saw," said Theo when he started playing the guitar in the corner of the room without turning his eyes.

Elisa throttled, she walked about to join Atlanta who was already waving and patting the empty space of the chair beside her, hinting for the girl to sit there.

"As far as I am, why be a sewot."

Theo does not respond to Elisa's words anymore, he returns to play his guitar with a feeling, even Elisa who tries to focus on seeing Atlanta who is pressing the white keys and black piano.

"So what do I have to do first?"

"Basic training first."

Atlanta pressed the keys again, until it sounded the tone do-re-mi-fa-so-la-si-do repeatedly.

"Ah, that's what I can do, Atlanta."

"Jude, try it first."

Elisha sighed, his fingers moving over an object that was quite foreign to him. It sounded the same tone as what Atlanta was doing.

"No! I told you I could!" his mouth cheered victory.

Next, the man taught Elisha to recognize keys or piano keyboards. Slowly he also taught Elisha notes arranged alphabetically from A to G. Although repeatedly he had to be extra patient with Elisha who often whined due to confusion with the C note which is officially the beginning of the cycle, each cycle consists of eight tones - C, D, D, E, F, G, A, B and C again.

"Atlanta, I'm cape, my head's dizzy...." The girl complained.

Atlanta chuckled, rubbing Elisha's black mane, slipping a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Woy! Elah, guess what world belongs to both?!"

The two turned their heads, revealing Theo was staring at them. However, Elisha only gave a witty smile.

"What lo? Of jealousy? Fucking singles." Elisha stuck out his tongue, adding to Theo's annoyance.

"No! Not jealous at all" he said. But deep down, the man was infuriated by the proximity of Atlanta and Elisa. "Ten minutes to go." Its effects.

Theo got up from sitting down, draping his backpack back on his shoulders. And Elisha who followed went up and straightened his body.

"Yes, I'm done anyway. Akh—"

Bruk!

Elisha fell down, suddenly he grimaced violently holding his lower back which suddenly hurt. As a result, Atlanta and Theo who was there was very surprised not to be confused with what had just happened.

"ELISA!"

Theo immediately ran to Elisha. The man rests on his knees in front of him.

"You why? Sick? Where does it hurt."

Atlanta panicked, she tried to embrace the girl. Next to Elisha's hand immediately gripped the Atlanta arm to withstand the pain that was quite painful.

"sickness, Ta. It hurts so much ...."

Seeing the mimic of Elisha's face that endured the pain, managed to make Theo overwhelmed with excessive worry, he was very afraid.

"UH! Why on earth, damn it!" the man jolted at Atlanta while pushing his shoulder.

"K—we're going to the hospital, huh?" The effects are no less panic.

Elisha shook his head. "Engga, g—gue won't." Resist.

"But you must be examined, Elisha. How are you doing?!"

Returning with a weak head, he said, "Gue gapapa. Lately, I have been feeling soy. Rest breaks will also heal."

"El—"

"Theo, I'm asking you to call my brother. Tell him to pick me up now."

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The sky that began to change color to orange, invites men who are driving the motor at medium speed in the middle of the crowded vehicle smoothly to immediately go home quickly. He will prepare all his needs during the Olympic race for two days outside the city.

Just in front of the towering high gate, a large house with a large yard, Jay saw his father's car—Rudi— already parked there. Ah, even Rudi came home sooner this time. Usually the man will show the trunk of his nose right after the sun slips on the western horizon.

"YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED, MOM! YOU CAN STILL KEEP A PICTURE OF HIM!"

The almost loud voice managed to make Jay's steps stopped when he set foot on the porch of the house. His intention to open the door knob had to be dashed instantly.

"Don't blame me, Hana! You're the one who never gave me happiness!"

"Huh! What am I lacking, Mom?!"

"You're not like Hani! And just so you know, even today, I still love Hani, and maybe forever I will continue to love her!"

"Oh, so that's why you're cheating behind my back, until that cheap woman gets pregnant, huh?!"

"Never call her a cheap woman!"

"He deserves to be called a cheap woman! To you, ******! He's not much different from his bastard son! It's filthy! Don't know shame! FAMILY SHAME!"

"SUFFICIENCY HANA! You should have self-introspect!"

The eardrum of the man was very hot, even his heart which was torn to the ground heard a great quarrel between his parents. For the first time, he witnessed for himself how his Father and Mother who he always saw were calm, expressing emotions to each other.

"Why do you think I was going to adopt Jay, huh?! That's because you can't give me descent! Even now that Jay's grown up, you never love what I want, Hana!"

Jay clenched his hands tightly, his jaw clenched, the man's chest rose and fell with a stirring breath. He intended to enter through the garage door, and at the same time, with his own iris he saw Atlanta who was guiding a bicycle into the yard.

He was getting more emotional when he saw the look of the innocent face of Atlanta. Jay stepped foot wide, approaching Atlanta with a very sharp gaze.

Bugh!

Jay lunged at Atlanta's body, putting a hard fist on the man's cheek. A bag of black crackle that had been hanging on the handlebar of the bike, along with the bicycle, along with the citrus fruit that was in it scattered everywhere.

Atlanta, who saw Jay overstretched his body, was only able to stare full of question marks, as if saying, what is he wrong? Jay was angry at him.

Bugh!

"BAD KIDS DON'T LIVE PANTES!"

Bugh!

"LO GARA LAMA DADDY WITH MOM BERANTEM! YOU BASTARD SON, DEMON!"

The umpteenth time the man's brain wondered what Jay's words meant, for God's sake he knew nothing.

"DEAD LO FLAWED!"

Bugh!

Bugh!

"WHY DIDN'T YOU DIE WITH YOUR MOM ***** THAT LO, DOG!"

Bugh!

Mother?

Jay kept giving the bogeman on Atlanta's cheek. He did not care much about the battered face of Atlanta at that time. He turned gripping the collar of the Atlanta uniform quite firmly, shaking it like a man of doom.

"ORIGIN YOU KNOW, THE FATHER OF THE SAME MOTHER CAME FROM THE WOMEN ****** THAT! MOTHER LO, ATLANTA!"

"ACH!"

Bugh!

Atlanta did not heed the pain and pain in the area of his face that was getting blue. All that pain was now moving the nest in the depths of his heart. Atlanta looked at Jay Nanar, both of her hands turned firmly clenched.

No, the Mother is not *****, the Mother is a good woman. Tell Jay everything that he misjudged his mother. Mother is not what Jay said.

"Lo, same Mother lo, both dirty people! BASTARD SON!"

Bugh!

It seems that Atlanta's peaking patience must be exhausted by then. Both palms that had been clenched, floated without being ordered punch Jay's jaw until the man rolled over.

With a quick roaring breath, Atlanta took over the body of Jay who was sprawled because of his fist. He does the same thing as what Jay did to him, the man clutches Jay's jacket collar, looks at the man under full of anger, even his eyes have turned red.

Jay held her lips together. "Hit me, dog!" He patted his own cheek repeatedly.

"Why are you diem, huh?!"

"HIT ME! SPANK IT!"

"Your mother is a cheap woman! He is ******! Household destroyer people!"

Bugh!

For the second time in his life, Atlanta really hit people, who were none other than his own half-brother. He does not like it if someone judges his mother very badly. The mother is not like that.

Jay turned back to his lips, as if enjoying the red viscous liquid that entered his mouth.

"GUE HATES LO, ATLANTA! I ALSO HATE WOMEN****** THAT YOU CALL THAT MOTHER! I HATE!"

Bugh!

Atlanta flinched herself when she heard Jay grimacing. His eyeballs were perfectly rounded when he saw blood coming out of the corner of Jay's lips that he had been punching so hard, as if he was aware of an action he had never noticed.

The man moved quickly, he stared at his trembling palm. What did he just do? He even felt like a monster. His legs moved, leaving Jay in the yard limply sprawled. He walked quickly into the garage with his hands clenched, and his breath was still stirring.

Mother is not a cheap woman. Mother is not ******, Mother is not ******!