Letter to Atlanta
58. The plans?

Drrt .. drrtts.

Drrt .. drrtts.

The sound of vibration from a flat object rubbing against the wooden table suddenly managed to welcome the hearing senses of a girl who was still rolling with a blanket that morning. Disturbed, Elisha turned to cover his entire face into a blanket, clogging the ears with the palms. Sometimes he clucked when the sound was still buzzing in his two ears that had felt heated.

Drrt .. drrtts.

Drrt .. drrtts.

"Ck! It's noisy!" Shouts in there.

Drrt .. drrtts.

Drrt .. drrtts.

The girl groaned, opening the blanket that covered her entire body in a kicked manner. He blinked his eyes several times, trying to focus the blurred vision.

"Damn it! Disturb people from sleeping."

Elisha reached for his cell phone on the nightstand, seeing who the selfless man who dared to wake up his deep sleep.

It feels like he cursed at the person who made a phone call to him at dawn, but it was reflected when he saw the Papa's phone number printed on the phone screen.

"What, Pa?" The question is accompanied by a hoarse voice typical of people waking up.

"When do you want this to continue? Look, what time is it. Still waking up."

Elisha rattled his hair rough, he closed his eyes, trying to refrain from launching swearing sentences on his Papa because he was so afraid of the curse afterwards.

"It's also only at 5 am," he said lightly while rubbing both eyeballs at once yawn because drowsiness still lingering on his eyelids.

"New, you say? Look Mama you, at this hour she's cooking, you can't help Mama you once, Elisha?"

The girl clucked, she chose silence and did not want to add to her debate with the Papa who she believed would have no end. Elisha lowered his feet from the bed, until the soles of his feet touched the tiles he still faithfully listened to Pratama's chirping occasionally nodding his head.

"So Papa called Elisha early in the morning just want to say something?"

"Eh, so the child does not have the same manners as the parents."

Okay, this time Elisha rotates the eyeballs.

"Papa knew the story from your brother last night."

"Oh, nice dong."

I heard a breath across there. It was predictable that the man was taking in as much oxygen as possible before starting to get to the heart of the conversation.

"You are, Papa Dikorik has become a model, so you have a bright future, now you want to join the useless music competition? What do you think, Elisha?"

What say? Music competition is useless? Elisha looked down upon his lips to hear it. Why is Pratama so easy to say.

"Pa! Don't tell me that music is useless. Now many people are successful because he is good at the art of music. Papa do not look at the line of success from the level of the profession. Papa does not know anything, Papa does not know how people out there who fall awake to pursue their dreams, Papa does not know what it feels like because Papa never lost life difficult, Papa, papa used to be a respected person because Grandpa had a large company that Papa now holds."

"That's why Papa doesn't want to see you living hard, Elisha. Papa is hard-earned for you to become a famous model because Papa wants to see you live a happy life, living well in the future. You have to think long."

"But Elisha was never happy with the way Elisha's life was arranged in such a way as Papa. Does Papa think Elisha is a puppet? Elisha also had his own ideals."

"It's for your own good. You don't like Papa's rules right now, but one day you'll thank him. Remember that."

Elisha snorted to hear it, which is true, during these 10 years he was clearly never the slightest bit happy with all the rules of the Papa, which there he was depressed.

"Pa, Elisha has made a cape with Papa. From now on Elisha just wants to be himself, and Elisha will prove that Elisha can."

"Elisa, you—"

"Pa, Elisha is having a debate. Now you know why Elisha wants to join the competition? So Elisha begs Elisha to come. Elisha promises that if Elisha loses, Elisha will participate in all Papa's wishes, including to transfer schools to London."

Silent. There is no answer from Pratama. I don't know what the guy was thinking.

"Please, Pa. Elisa promise."

"good. Papa give me permission. But you want, if you fail, do not expect Papa will give you the opportunity to touch the art of music again. Understand you."

Tut

The phone call was closed next to the party by Pratama, but it did not stop making Elisha widen his smile. I can't wait to tell Atlanta about this great news.

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It had been 5 minutes for the girl to still faithfully wait for someone in front of the main building of the school, leaning her back on the pillars occasionally glancing at the watch that was coiled around the wrist.

His gaze did not stop moving naked the front yard of the school hoping that the person he had been waiting for showed his nose.

Not long after, his irises opened wide with a smile arch on his lips as a man walked towards him, waving his hand.

"Atlanta!"

The man turned to the source of the voice, where Elisha was already standing towered not far from his reach. He set foot wide, reply to the wave of Elisha no less happy.

"Ta, you know? I have good news!" His mouth shook Atlanta's arm enthusiastically. That happy.

Atlanta further widened both corners of her lips looking at Elisa who looked very happy. The man immediately moved his hand.

"What?"

"Papa, give me permission to enter the competition! I'm so happy, Ta!"

Sure enough, Atlanta is not far away feeling happy like Elisa. He was more convinced, and did his best to get the girl's wish done quickly.

"I'm so glad to hear that. Then we have to work hard."

Elisha nodded steadily. He held a fist in the air.

The next second the two set foot back into the school building. Sometimes Elisa tells about her dreams when she was on stage with Atlanta. The man was only a good listener for Elisha, but Atlanta's mind was really laughing at the ideals of both in plain sight.

"Oh yeah, you're ready to make a song for later, right?"

"It has. I'll tell you in class."

"Sheel!"

They compactly turned their heads towards the front, where Jay was already standing looming toward Elisha.

"Hi, Jay." Say hello to the girl is friendly. But Jay just stared at him flat.

"I want to talk to you for a minute" he said.

"Yes, Jay."

For a moment, Jay glanced at Atlanta with a look of dislike, his eyeballs rotating suddenly.

"Not her, too, El. Just the two of you, me, you."

The girl turned to the man beside her who was still speechless. Does Jay really like Atlanta? Elisha took a slow breath, and said. "Atlanta, you go to class first. I'll be followed."

Atlanta was only able to nod, she lowered her head as she passed the two towards class, and even Elisa who was watching Atlanta from a distance made sure the man arrived at the class.

"So, what are you talking about, Jay?" he looked Jay in the eyes very seriously. Elisha was convinced from the sight of the man who seemed to want to reveal something.

Jay grabbed both hands of Elisha, rubbing the back of the girl's hand with great feeling.

"El, you know, don't we have a really long win?"

Elisha nodded slowly. "Yes, Jay. Why why?"

"But I don't want our relationship to be rich, El?"

The girl frowned hearing that. "You mean? You don't want to be my friend anymore?"

Jay shook his head, denying Elisha's words. The man bit his lower lip, to be honest he was still very hesitant to reveal all his heart, he was afraid that Elisha would stay away, or else.

"It's not. I mean, you know, everybody at school knows you're my boyfriend. And I want to...."

"You want Jay?"

"I want you to be my girlfriend, my real boyfriend. Not pretend," he said bluntly. Then Elisha changed his facial expression, where a surprise was drawn there.

"J—jay, you don't joke."

"I'm not kidding, Elisha. Seriously, I loved you once. Not just as dear as temen."

The girl was stifled, she was still silent, even her whole body was suddenly very stiff. I don't know, his gaze was as if it was locked on obsidian Jay who was emitting the man's wholehearted expression. What Elisha had to do after finding out Jay was actually keeping a taste in him.

Obviously he didn't want to lose Jay as his best friend. But he also can't lie to his feelings, that he just considers Jay nothing more than a status friend.

"Jay ... But I can't."

"Why Elisa? Am I not good for you? Don't you have the same feeling as me? Have you never loved me?"

Elisha immediately shook his head. "It's not like that, Jay. I love you, very much. But only as friends. I'm comfortable with you because you met me from childhood. I can't, Jay, I can't be your girlfriend."

"But why? Is there another guy you like?"

Ada, Jay. There's one person I love right now.

Elisha was silent. Let Jay clasped his hands tighter.

"El, answer me."

"A—aku .. sorry Jay, I have to go to class now." The girl slammed Jay's hand. He turned away from the front of the man who seemed to still want to say something again.

There was nothing Jay could do, he just turned around, staring at the back of Elisha who was getting away from his sight. A sigh rang out from his mouth, and both hands that turned clenched beside the body.

The clap of a hand on his shoulder he ignored. He was still trying to learn to neutralize the contents of his raging heart.

"How's it feel? Yummy?"

"Diem lo!" His touch. Jay threw out his best friend's hand—Theo— who was embracing him. He chose to lean his back on the guardrail while folding his hands.

"Gue was sure of the reason Elisha refused you because he actually liked the mute."

"Don't know you, goddamn it."

Theo chuckled for a moment. The man is now standing in front of Jay with a slanted smile.

"Gue is not a snitch. But you have to be more cool reading Elisa's gigat the same time as the mute."

The male owner of the dimple snorted. Really, he was very lazy to talk at the moment. But Theo's words managed to make the contents of his head spin guess there is a high possibility that Elisha stored the taste in his half-brother.

"Do you know if they're going to be in a music competition next week?"

Jay rounded his eyes in surprise. "Dropped! Do you agree that the mute is in the competition?!"

Theo just put his shoulders down.

"Well, what else. He's pretty good, and I don't want my ex to get lectured for not sending a representative."

Jay looked at Theo in disbelief. "Lo biarin the mute entered the competition with Elisha? Lo stress! You said you wanted to get rid of the mute, but until now where? Elisha's got more and more tacky than the mute!"

"Eat him you are patient first, the reason I agree the mute join the competition is because I have a little gift for him," he said, displaying an evil smile.

Jay rotates the eyeballs, what else Theo will do this time. There was doubt in his heart, because Theo never proved anything to him.

Theo grabbed Jay's shoulder, brought his mouth closer to Jay's ear.

"..."

Next Jay pulled back next to his lips when he heard the whisper from Theo, and nodded slowly.

"Where's my idea?" theo patted his best friend's shoulder twice.

"Gue hold your words. No matter how, you must succeed away from Elisha as the mute."

Theo nodded steadily, giving a thumbs up in front of Jay.

Mampus lo mute. Look at who will win.