Letter to Atlanta
53. Bullying

That morning, Elisha was ready with the school uniform attached to his body. He sighed, gently flung her, the girl stepped out of the room, approaching her family who were already sitting in the dining room.

"Els? You want to go to school?" Vina asked as her son landed his butt in the chair.

Elisha nodded steadily, his hands turning to take the bread and applying strawberry jam on it.

"Yes Ma, Elisha wants to go to school. Time to be absent again rich yesterday." He replied with a smile, feeding bread into his mouth.

"Mama's still worried, son. You don't go to school first, do you?"

Elisha turned his head towards Vina, still with his mouth full of chewing bread.

"Elisa is fine. Mama don't worry, Elisa also took medicine from the doctor yesterday really."

"Yes, El. Do not miss going to school. You just came home from the hospital. The doctor also said you should rest at home for a few days." It was Joni, the man who looked neat with the black suit was looking at Elisha with an anxious look.

Elisha breathed again, staring one by one at his family members with an expanding smile.

"Bang, Elisha is healed. This ... Don't worry about it dong, seriously Elisa really gapapa, suer!" he said while pointing fingers to form the letter V.

"Lo really hurts what the hell, El?" Suddenly Elisha turned his head quickly towards Yunaka who was sitting beside him.

"Bang, I've told you how many times anyway, I'm gapapa. I'm not sick. Have you ever seen me sick?"

"Bavin?"

"That's 'cause I'm just so cute." Elisha stared as hard as Yunaka. "So the famous man also needs a lot of energy, Bang."

Nah!

Yunaka pinned the top of Elisha's head, until the girl grimaced, not because of pain, but indeed her head still felt a little dizzy at that time.

"Sick, Bang!"

"Then don't act so famous."

"I am famous! You look at it on the internet, search Elisa Huratama, has appeared my face there from you know," he said proud of himself.

Yunaka nodded forcefully, as she devoured the bread in her hand. "Yes, yes, mbak famous models all over Indonesia."

The girl turned to sip one glass of milk, but she did not realize that Vina had been watching her movements. And just as the girl was storing back the glass, a soft hand touched the back surface of her hand.

Elisha turned his head, looking at Vina who was looking at him in such a way, so that he was aware of the possibility of things that Vina would say to him, Elisha swallowed the saliva roundly.

"Look at you, El. What was? You're hiding something from Mama?"

The girl over there is tight-lipped. His mouth felt mute, even his heart was like it was torn and produced pain. Vina's gaze increasingly makes her eyeballs heat up, she tries to hold back everything she really wants to say.

Elisa's sick, Ma.

"Els? Honest with Mom. What's up, honey?"

Silence, no one made a sound, only the clang of the wall clock that was installed there as if it was the only source of sound that was caught by the senses of the listener.

"Ma, Bang .. actually Elisa...."

The girl hung up her words, Vina and her two sons increasingly looked at the youngest who seemed to think with his words.

"Actually...."

"Why?" Joni widened her eyes because she was curious about a phrase that was about to come out of her sister's mouth.

Elisha leaned his back against the head of the chair, and the look of his face changed. "Actually Papa asked Elisa to transfer modeling school to London. But Elisa won't, Ma ... How is elisa supposed to be? Elisha is already at home living here" he said without pause.

The three switched to breathing heavily, and Yunaka lightly shook Elisha's head.

"Bego lu El! I thought what the fuck."

"You know, baby. Yesterday Papa you told Mama to persuade you to move to London."

"Keep Mama Yain?"

Vina shook her head. "Russia ... You know Mama won't force you. Mama just wants you to live your life comfortably. If you like, Mama will support you. But if you don't like it, Mama can't do anything, because that's your choice."

Elisha just gave a lip, the girl straightened her back. His hand chose to take one apple, peeling the reddish skin very carefully.

"You don't want to, later Brother who spoke with Papa," said Joni who was immediately given a nod from Elisha.

"Papa was obsessed with making you a famous model, using a school transfer to London. I just want to study in Japan with all my soul and body is not even given permission." The mullet-haired man seemed to be grumbling, practically making Elisha snort.

The girl went back into silence, in her heart she really felt very guilty, especially to Vina. But on the other hand, he also did not want to make the woman sad with her circumstances.

Sorry Elisa, Ma. Elisa can't be honest for now. Elisha does not want Mama sad, Elisa does not want to increase the burden of Mama.

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Not only the two, this time Elisa and Atlanta accompanied by two humans who themselves did not expect to be willing to join the two. Yeah, Lucas and Mark.

Atlanta was still silent looking at her lunch box containing rice, tofu, tempeh and omelet. Elisha had been sipping coconut ice. Don't ask Lucas and Mark, they both endlessly ask Atlanta unimportant questions.

"So you're into musical exkul?" Ask Lucas the umpteenth time.

Atlanta nodded.

"Lo can play guitar? A piano?"

The man moved his hand.

"I can both."

"She said she could do both." That's Elisha. Ah, and don't forget the position of Elisa who has since officially become a sign language interpreter teacher for Lucas and Mark.

"Wih, next time can dong lo teach me to play guitar," said Mark. The man smiled happily.

Atlanta nodded her head. On the other hand, Elisa was actually already lazy with two humans who were sitting in front of her and Atlanta. He also did not know why they suddenly insisted on wanting to sit down to join him. Moreover, Atlanta looks reluctant to just feed the supplies, as a result the food was still intact since half an hour ago.

"Oh! Can you play basketball?" Once again Lucas threw a question that managed to invite a blow from the girl who had been staring at him off guard.

"God! Both of you really why the hell would you want to join us? Look, because you two are carrying mulu-nanya Atlanta until nganggurin lunch."

Mark scratched his nape. "Yes sorry. We have no bad intentions. Seriously!"

Lucas glanced at his circular watch on his left wrist, then he turned to Mark and Atlanta.

"There's still half an hour left. You want to come with us to the field, right? Play basketball." Ask Atlanta.

"God! I don't know the same about you two anymore. I know Atlanta has not eaten, even invited to play!" Elisha paused his speech, glancing at the alternating men who were swallowing saliva. "Sana.. sana."

"Yes, yes, it's a terrible girl" Lucas said. Both of them left the canteen.

"Eh, mute!" Elisha gave a glaring look when he heard it. "M—I mean Atlanta. If you need to play, don't hesitate to take me, okay." The tall man turned around, grabbed Mark and the two completely disappeared behind the canteen fence towards the field.

Elisha breathed slowly. Finally the man beside her was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"You eat gih, the rice will cry."

Atlanta smiled, and then he freely ate his lunch solemnly.

However, just as one mouthful entered his throat, the man moved his hand again.

"Why don't you eat?"

"So it's been. Eat batagor."

"But it doesn't fill you up. You want my stock?"

Not yet had time to get an answer from Elisha, the man had lifted a spoon of rice to feed Elisha. Practically the girl there flinched, then shook her head intending to refuse.

"Engga, B. I don't want to. I'm full."

Damnit damnit! Why deg-degan.

Elisha held his chest that was pounding due to Atlanta's innocent actions. The girl immediately moved, and the raised view of Atlanta saw Elisha who was already standing towered beside her.

"A—aku to the toilet first, yes. Peed kebelet."

Atlanta nodded slowly. But not because Elisha was wanting to avoid Atlanta due to his pounding chest, but he really had to go to the toilet.

"You're not going anywhere, okay!" His sweat.

The man smiled faintly, before finally returning to his lunch.

It wasn't until five minutes that he went to the toilet. The state of the canteen suddenly changed 180° when he returned. Where all the disciples chose to focus on the crowd in the middle, it was as if they were surrounding something inside.

The sound of laughter that sounded in his eardrum managed to make the chest of the girl back in a race. Elisha set foot wide, blocking anyone who was in his way at that time.

"dong dibakan. Kasian tuh kuahnya until that item," said a girl who had been sitting on the table while folding her hands arrogantly.

After being content to spill a bottle of cola into an Atlanta lunch, apparently the girl wanted Atlanta to eat her provisions that already look very disgusting due to black water cola.

"Pet eat!" Tell him in a high tone.

Atlanta flinched, her hands shaking holding a spoon. The disciples who looked back chuckled, as if what was before their eyes was an exciting spectacle.

Elisha rounded his eyes perfectly, his hands clenched very firmly. He approached and picked up Atlanta's lunch box.

Byurs!

Elisa spilled all the contents inside the lunch box onto the head of a girl who always managed to pull her neck veins—Nadin.

"Where? Good no?"