Letter to Atlanta
48. Private tutor

After school, with her uniform still attached, Elisha was sitting in front of her piano that Joni bought. There was a cluttered clanging sound from behind the room surrounded by a large glass completely the place where the girl played the piano. His fingers pressed keys quite stiff, not used to objects that are still unfamiliar.

Htc .. tok

"Assalamualaikum ya gravedom," said the man with mullet hair, opening the glass door breezed in.

"Waalaikumsalam O denizen of hell," he replied, without turning his eyes to the source of the sound, Elisha was still focused on the row of piano keyboards in front.

Yunaka landed her butt on the sofa, keeping a glass filled with americano iced coffee on a round table. The man leaned his back against the head of the sofa.

"Lo's less work, yeah. Just talk about what is difficult, do not need to use my Whatsapp all. Don't you know I'm playing ML?!" The male's elbow was long.

"Astaghfirullah ... My brother has learned to make love."

"Mobile legend, ogeb! Mulu filled your brain."

"Well, Bang. I again mager call lo, so I just Whatsapp. Use the facilities." Elisa chuckles afterwards. The girl again pressed the piano keys until it produced a tone that was enough to make the ears buzz.

"Whisper jingan! So the point is what you told me to come here. I still have a job."

Elisa took a look. "Teach me, yeah."

"Teach what's up."

"Main piano oruh, Bang," he said accompanied by the gaze of the mainstay puppy eyes.

Yunaka did not immediately speak of Elisha. He smirked, began sipping americano ice made by Bi Asih which he thought was the most stable.

"What's the reward?" said it.

"Ah, no fun lo, Bang. Ask for mulu's rations." The girl sneered, looking at Yunaka annoyed.

"Well, I don't want to." The man got up from his seat, put one of his hands in his pants pocket, with the other hand already holding a glass to carry him away.

"I—iya, erah. Let me give you a packet of candy."

"Don't want a pack. If I have a new carton, I want to help teach you."

Elisha rounded his eyes in disbelief. "Lo percolate me, Bang?!"

"About. Ngapain seep lo pack a carton of yupi candy. I can still afford it, too."

Elisha clucked, he should have known it would end up like this. But he had no other choice, at least Yunaka better understand how to learn the basics of playing the piano. It is said that his brother who was once a pianist in the band Junior High.

"Yes yes, I'll buy you a carton of yupi candy. You are seriously going to teach me. In a few days I want a selection test for members of the music exkul."

Yunaka nodded, the man again kept the glass filled with americano ice that seemed to be half in place. He sat down beside Elisha.

"Gue's more sure why you're sober now, bang."

The man sitting next to him stretched the muscles of his fingers, saying, "Do not know you are a goat boy. That means I managed to keep my honor."

"Ck. What honor, no one wants to***********lo, Bang." Elisha paused his words, he sighed. "This is my theory anyway, why girls do not want to date the same lo. You see the hobby of snacking on yupi candy. Times are rather cool cake, rich copiko, or kiss, or what a cake, really mushy yupi candy."

"Learnest you're so adek. As long as you know yes, gini-gini I prince campus, you do not know just a lot of girls who want to be my girlfriend." Defend that man.

"Yes I don't know. It's a spit, so how do you bwambwang!"

"Sabar or Neng, I thought first. I forgot, 6 years ago."

Yunaka was still trying to suppress the row of piano keys, recalling the key notes that seemed to be almost fading in her memory. It does not take much time, the fingers dance beautifully pressing the black and white keyboard until it produces a good enough tone.

"That's it, isn't it."

Elisha rounded his eyeballs. "Bang, slow down or teach him. Give me direction first."

"El's Plenty. If you want to cepet can sign it just use the keyboard marker, or stickers, buy it at Shopee also a lot. While looking at the sign, while hafalin, I also used to be rich that way."

Without much ado Elisha grabbed his backpack lying on the marble tiles, taking the black marker. The girl obeyed Yunaka's words, her hands were already working to mark each key.

"So, try it slowly." Yunaka gave her a flat object, which featured a row of key notes.

Once again, Elisha confirmed the words of the brother. The girl kept Yunaka's phone in front, her fingers began to press the notes as they were on the screen until they produced the tone of the goose duck cut song, a children's song.

"Well! It could. I said it was easy too. Just so you know the key." The man sat on the sofa again. While enjoying a glass of iced americano coffee and piano twang from Elisa.

However, her irises were suddenly fixed on a paper fold that was clearly plastered inside the wide-open Elisha backpack. Although he did not intend to know further, but the kepo soul of a Yunaka seems much bigger.

He moved, taking the paper in Elisha's bag.

"Who is the love letter."

His intuition moved quickly, Elisha turned his head, looking at Yunaka who was about to unfold the very sacred folds of paper for him at this moment.

"What a hell, Bang! Kepo really became a person," said the girl took back her diagnosis letter from Yunaka's hands.

The man snorted, looking at the activities of Elisha who cleaned his bag, along with its contents.

"Emang why the hell. I just want to know."

"It's nothing. No need to kepo. It's just a letter announcing tomorrow's off from school."

Yunaka nodded her head. There was no suspicion of that man.

"Btw, you know not yet, the day after Papa wants to go home."

The girl he was talking to was just shaking. He knew Pratama would be home in two days. But for him it was not important. Even Elisha seemed to have to prepare a steel mentality again, because Pratama would continue to watch over him while at home.

"But Mama said, Papa wants to go straight to France again."

"Yes, atuh, Bang. Going to France, Japan, the Netherlands, or to the end of the world, I don't care."

Yunaka sighed, the man's hand turned to rub the shoulder of Elisha.

"Gue know, you hate Papa. But you should know too, he's still your parents, Papa lo himself."

Instantly, Elisha clucked at the words of Yunaka who began to advise him.

"Emang Papa cares about me?"

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As usual, even though the sky had blackened, and the moon had already revealed a bright light, even the stars in the sky were scattered, the man in a black shirt was still with his activities, washing dishes in the sink.

Ah, fortunately, tomorrow the school is off, because there is an important meeting that teachers must attend. At least tomorrow he will rest for a while, he intends to go to the halfway house, help Adin sell.

"Atlanta. Did you finish washing the dishes?"

Atlanta turned her head, showing off the sweet smile she had. Kuntara— restaurant owner— suddenly just approached him, not as usual.

"Then can I ask for help?" said the adult man.

He nodded, responding to Kuntara's words.

"So I was talking to my acquaintances. He's ordering a menu, and he says he wants you to take his order. You want?"

Again, the man just nodded. But he was a little curious as to who that person was. Does that guy know him?

"Later chef Ajun who gave the same order to you, yes." The final while smiling gently. The man patted Atlanta on the shoulder twice before going back to his study.

It didn't take long, chef Ajun gave a menu in a message someone he said Kuntara acquaintance. Atlanta approached the table where the customer was. Curiosity was still stirring his mind until then.

Exactly five meters away where he stood, he halted the steps for a few seconds. Seeing the adult man was widening his smile when his eyeballs caught the figure of Atlanta. He sighed after finding out who Kuntara was referring to.

"How are you, Atlanta?" Greet the man when Atlanta was already in front of him, keeping all orders on the table so carefully.

Atlanta nodded, then smiled, telling the man that he was fine.

"Thank God. You don't mind sitting here, talking to me first. There's something I need to talk to you about" he said, inviting a frown from Atlanta.

"Father. I've spoken to your boss. Don't worry, your salary won't be cut. Just calm down."

Despite the hesitation, Atlanta simply obeyed what the man said. Slowly, with his awkward gesture, Atlanta landed his butt in a loveseat right in front of the man who was still smiling kindly at him.

"Well, how long have we not seen each other. Hmmm ... The last time we were in the hospital was because my sister Yunaka bumped people right?"

Yes, he is Joni. Elisha's first brother. Atlanta was initially surprised by Joni's presence. How did he know that he worked there?

"Sorry ... I'm too stale. So gini, you already know 'is all your school fees fully paid until you graduate school?"

Oh, my God, Atlanta doesn't even feel good about that. What should the man do? He just nodded stiffly.

"Don't blame my sister, Elisha, for this. Elisa has nothing to do with my desire to help you at school."

Returning with silence, the man's mind seemed to be displaying a short film of his indifferent attitude towards Elisha these few days.

"I don't want to help you, Atlanta. I saw your performance in class. You also got a scholarship, right? That's why I'm an initiative to give you a gift for your hard work, Atlanta."

The man merely poked his lips, digesting Joni's speech which he thought was very important to listen to carefully.

"But I love you the gift is not free."

Atlanta turned to knit an eyebrow, staring at the confused Big Brother of Elisa that was filled with question mark gazes.

"You want to be Elisha's private piano teacher?"