Letter to Atlanta
55. The murderer!

Two hours since his fight with Elisha, since then Nadin also chose not to follow the next lesson in class. After cleaning up and changing his clothes, he and his two friends were still sitting in the back shed of the school.

"Keep your next plan what?" Linda asked without taking her eyes off her flat screen.

A girl who was smoking cigarettes turned to fold her legs, leaning her back on the head of the chair. Next he threw a puff of smoke in the air, while thinking about the question from Linda.

"Don't know." The answer is short, dense, and clear, as if with an answer it can explain that the contents of his head at this time are really unable to be invited to think.

Nina who had been pensive while enjoying nicotine started to lift her head.

"Lo's not afraid that suddenly the mute is giving evidence of our behavior?" he said as he looked at Nadin meaningfully.

Yes, the three are not without reason to disturb Atlanta, even to the point of bullying the man. Atlanta has a video evidence of the unethical behavior of a schoolgirl like them, especially if not smoking and drinking alcohol in the school area. Of course it would ruin Nadin's reputation as a child of a civilized family.

"Yes Nad. Especially now that there is the bar-bar girl, yes we are more difficult to make the mute kapok," Linda said.

Not only did Linda and Nina think of her super hero Atlanta, but the girl was just thinking about how to get Elisha away and no longer interfere with the pleasures of the three.

"Gue has an idea! How if we kidnap aja mute, we continue to threaten let him want to erase all our evidence," said Linda excited when the brilliant idea crossed her head.

"Gue agrees! I have cape dealing with Elisha. I was hit by a deadly kick from the bar-bar girl." Timpal Nina who was rubbing the stomach that a while ago became a samsak a beautiful but fierce model, who else if not Elisa Huratama.

"Gue disagrees" Nadin said at once.

"Why? That's the only way to let the mute follow us."

Nadin snorted, he threw away the cigarette butts and once again a puff of smoke poured out in the air as the girl passed it slowly. His gaze suddenly turned to the upper corner of the room, as well as his index finger that leads to a CCTV.

"The good news is that it's not just the mute who has the evidence."

"You mean?"

Linda and Nina switched to follow the direction of Nadin's hand. Practically both of them rounded their eyes in surprise.

"CCTV!"

"Since when here there's CCTV, anjir!" sahut Nina who automatically straightened her body stood up, still with a shocked look etched on her notoriously cold face.

Unlike the case with Linda and Nina who still can't believe there is a CCTV in the warehouse, Nadin instead displays a flat gaze, and, as if he did not bother with an object that is able to record all his activities so far, after all everything has already been done.

"Who installed Nad's CCTV?!"

"Theo Wijaya."

"Theo?"

Nadin again gave a sharp look towards CCTV that was not so far from his view, like looking at someone with frustration. He put both hands in his jacket pocket.

"Yes, he has all that evidence. And that means, not only the mute who became our opponent, but Theo Wijaya who started this second became our toughest opponent."

Nina rubbed her face rough. "Bad! Since when did he set up the CCTV, damn it!"

"Since we made this warehouse headquarters."

"WHAT! That way, Theo got us all before Atlanta first?!"

Nadin nodded with Linda's speech that was not wrong at all. "Lo bener's. And that damn guy who turned out to be in them took a picture of me at the club mallem," he said, clenching both hands that were lodged in the pocket of the jacket.

"So free dong we threaten the mute to want to remove the evidence?"

"Yes clear! So now we have to think about how to let Theo fall first."

The three fell back silent with their respective thoughts. It is not easy against the man who has the firm jaw. They obviously don't want to end up being silly.

"It's gonna be complicated, Nad." Linda complains who is still staring at the CCTV with a look of despair. He is not ready if a truth will be revealed, a fact that will make both parents angry, considering his daughter trapped in free association. Or worse, maybe his father will soon cross his name from the family list.

"Lo have an idea?" Ask Nina after that.

Nadin sighed. "Gue's not sure. But I was wondering what if we're gonna be the lady's bait."

"You mean?"

"Gue know, Theo likes Elisha. And I'm sure he might not want to see his girl suffer. But before that, we have to find a way to let Elisha be the same mute far away," he said with a slanted smile.

Nina nodded in agreement, as soon as she flicked her finger like she had an idea.

"Gue has an idea."

Nina moved her hand, hinting Nadin and Linda to come closer to her.

"...."

A sneer was created on Nadin's thin lips when he heard a pretty good idea from his best friend. He smiled slanted.

"Lo pinter about this. I'm not wrong to choose your rich cunning friend," said Nadin patted Nina proudly on the shoulder.

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At almost midnight, Atlanta just got home from her part-time job. He opened the garage door very carefully, afraid that the iron door would make a squeak and disturb people who were asleep.

Atlanta walked inside while turning on the flashlight from her phone, and she accidentally opened a Whatsapp conversation with Elisa this afternoon. His forehead immediately wrinkled when he saw the girl was online at the hour he should have been resting.

...ELISA 🌈...

^^^Why not sleeping?^^^

^^^23.17^^^

23.18

^^^ Have you taken medication? I just got home from work, hehe

^^^23.19^^^

^^^Now you sleep, tomorrow you see my duty only. You can't stay up late.^^^

^^^23.19^^^

That's it

23.19

You must be cape, huh?

23.19

^^^Engga. Now you rest.^^^

^^^23.20^^^

Atlanta looked up again, looking around the kitchen that was still brightly lit. He reinserted his phone, and in that second his iris caught the figure of Bi Mirna making black coffee.

Bi Mirna who noticed the presence of Atlanta turned her head, and smiled towards the man.

"Ata? Just home?"

Atlanta nodded and walked over to Bi Mirna, smelling the smell of coffee that was going out with the hot steam from the cup.

"Who's the coffee for, Bi?"

"Oh this, for Father. He asked to make coffee, he said there was still a lot of work," said the woman while stirring the concentrated black liquid made.

"Let Ata deliver it to Dad."

Bi Mirna immediately shook her head. "Let's Aunty. You go into the room, rest, it's night."

The man prevented Bi Mirna's steps, with the half-century woman's pleading gaze blowing a heavy breath. He gave up, Atlanta is like that. Atlanta smiled happily as Bi Mirna gave her the cup she was holding.

"You've already given this coffee to Dad, you go straight to sleep, you know?" Atlanta nodded steadily with Bi Mirna's words.

Atlanta turned around, set foot into the Dad's study with a cup of hot coffee.

For a moment, he saw Rudi from behind the glass of the man's workspace, his father was indeed busy with a lot of piles of files on the table. Atlanta sighed, there was a feeling of worry lodged in her heart. He was afraid Rudi was sick if he continued to stay up all night, even Atlanta had caught Rudi still working until morning.

Htc .. tok

"Lake in!"

Atlanta opened the door knob, walked into the Dad's study, a smile on her lips.

Rudi raised his head, but when his vision saw Atlanta, an *******breath sounded from his mouth, he refocused on the rows of files regardless of Atlanta approaching him.

"Simpen there" he said, moving his chin towards the small table beside his chair.

Atlanta recalls, the man kept the cup where Rudi showed it.

Atlanta was still silent on the spot while playing her fingers. It is not good to disturb Rudi who is focusing on his work. Then the man there again turned his gaze toward Atlanta when the child did not come out of the room where he worked.

"What else? There to the outside. I'm busy again" he said.

Atlanta made a lip, her hand reached back into the cell phone in her pants pocket, and typed something in there.

"It's a waste of time talking to you." Rudi was seen ogah-ogahan when Atlanta thrust her phone to read the sentence written by Atlanta.

"Dad, don't be soiled, I'll be sick."

Suddenly Rudi snorted, still with a hostile look he said. "Do you care what I am? If I get sick, do you want to take care of me? Even if I'm sick, it's none of your business."

Atlanta bites her lower lip, Rudi is still Rudi, a father figure who will not consider him a child at any time. The man re-typed his heart on the phone screen, even Rudi who chose to read what Atlanta typed.

"Dad, tomorrow Friday, I want to not make a pilgrimage to the tomb of Mother ata?"

This time Rudi looked at Atlanta very sharply, the man's jaw suddenly hardened by itself.

"You don't know yourself. Still came to Hani's grave after you killed him!"

Atlanta's eyeballs that second were warming up. He clenched the hand that was still holding the phone. The man lowered his head deeply.

"Basic killer! Why you should be born! Why don't you just die! Not Hani!"

Rudi moved from her seat, still staring at Atlanta who had been bowed holding back her tears.

"Originally you know. If it wasn't for Bi Mirna, I wouldn't have you stay at my house, you know!" Loudly. Atlanta's shoulders trembled more and more to hear Rudi's words that were able to tear his heart. Is she that cool in her own father's eyes?

"Go! You handicapped child! Don't expect me to go on pilgrimage with you! You were too dirty to even step on the red earth in Hani's tomb!"

One tear escaped the defense. Atlanta was crying in silence. It was very, very painful, like thousands of arrows piercing his chest mercilessly.

"Get out!"

Hearing the father's increasingly high-pitched words, Atlanta slowly turned her back, with a heavy heart he out of Rudi's study, and she turned her back on him, even his heart was getting sick considering the harsh words that were thrown from his father's mouth.

Atlanta shut the door, and her body slumped, Atlanta buried her face in the folds of her hand, holding back the sobs that no one else wanted to hear.

Mother, is it true Ata who has made Mother died? Why Dad said Ata was a killer.