Letter to Atlanta
59. Game's starting

In the evening they spent practicing the piano at Elisha's house. A clanking sound was still heard in the room since then. Atlanta is playing a song for its second competition. Elisha was still faithful to listen to the melody that a while ago was able to arouse drowsiness when the voice danced beautifully in his hearing.

He still could not believe that the man was able to compose a series of tones that he was sure would make people hear him also feel an extraordinary haru. Every now and then the girl noticed Atlanta's very shrewd hand movements over the piano keyboard.

Until the twang was stopped at the last note, Elisa gave a light applause for Atlanta.

"I love the song, and I'm sure we'll win!" the girl was confident.

Atlanta smiled softly in response, she broke Elisha's long hair, then moved her hand.

"Now you try."

Elisha blinked his eyes twice, scratching his nape in nervousness. With a single breath his fingers lifted and moved over the piano keyboard. He noticed in detail the notes written on the paper with his fingers pressing the black and white objects alternately.

Slowly, Elisha began to enjoy every note he produced from his finger play. His smile expands on how he really likes the reff part of the classic song. Atlanta who switched to accompany Elisa playing in the corner of the keyboard that sounded a little heavier. Both are equally drifting in their respective games.

"Yes! We succeeded!" the girl clapped her hands cheerfully. The man there again widened his smile and displayed his row of neat teeth.

"But I want nanya," he said with a look that changed with curiosity.

"Ask what?"

"Who did this song for? I'm sure you're making it a mess, aren't you?" Ask.

"For the one I love."

Then Elisha widened his irises enthusiastically. "Your mother, right? Well, surely your mother is very happy there, because her son always sings the same as her, let alone until made a song as beautiful as this," he said while staring at obsidian Atlanta late.

Yes, for Mother, and you.

"Ta, I want to see a photo of your Mother dong. Can you?"

Atlanta raised her eyebrows. Photo Mother? Ah, surely Elisha would be surprised to find out that her mother was so similar to that girl, it made almost no difference. Even until this moment, every man looked at Elisha, as if he were seeing the Mother in Elisha.

"Diem's cigarette?"

The man nodded his head, he reached into a cell phone in his pants pocket, about to show off a photo of the Mother.

"Atlanta, Elisha, please practice first, eat first yu."

Both of them looked back, where Vina was already standing in the doorway while displaying her friendly smile. The woman then approached her daughter.

"Don't take exercise too seriously until you forget to eat. From school you are still here. Anyway, the snacks are still intact." Vina slightly glanced towards the table where many snacks available were still intact like untouched.

Elisha just grinned, looking up at the mother. "We're too enthusiastic about the training, Ma. Don't be weird, yeah, hehe...."

The woman sighed, rubbing the top of Elisha's head. "Yes Mama knows, but don't get your stomach empty. Now get some rest, we'll have dinner together."

Elisha nodded as he moved from sitting. But his movement stopped when he saw Atlanta who was still silent.

"Atlanta, come on, let's eat first. Mama is cooking."

The man shook his head while smiling awkwardly.

"I think I'm home, it's almost night."

"Well, come home. Eat that little girl home. If you pass out on the street how come?" elisa said while shaking her waist.

"Yes, Atlanta. You better eat here. Don't be shy, you're going to meet Elisha."

The man came back to his lips as he moved, then moved his hand again.

"Father, I don't want to trouble you guys."

"Ihh, ngerepotin what the hell. Just not." Elisa immediately grabbed Atlanta's arm, and dragged the man into the dining room. "You know I don't like being rejected."

How else, Atlanta just resignedly dragged the girl to dinner together. Even though he really felt disrespectful to join the family of Elisha. From behind, the occasional chuckle with her daughter forced Atlanta to adjust her footsteps to the dining room, even this was the first time Elisa looked so happy when she was inside the house.

"Here you sit here." Elisa patted the chair beside her, hinting Atlanta to sit there.

"Eh, uh, lo what the hell, El. That's my seat." Just as Atlanta was about to land her buttocks, Yunaka's voice that denied made her intention to be reduced to nothing.

"Lo sat next to Bang Joni, what a hard thing. Today you've got a stopover in Atlanta, watch out!" Elisa nudged Yunaka's arm hard enough, and immediately led Atlanta to sit there.

Yunaka just snorted, turning to sit next to Joni who seemed to be holding back a laugh at her.

"What lo?!" His eyes swerved towards Joni.

"Udah, you guys are a habit of making a fuss. Not ashamed of Atlanta?" said Vina chimed in, while sitting in her chair.

"Tau tuh, Bang Atuy nyari because he continued his work. Atlanta guests here, guests should be treated like kings. Isn't it Ma?" said the girl while sticking out her tongue at Yunaka.

"Utay, Atuy, I told you Yunaka Tama!" Yunaka clucked after, he took the rice into the dish as well as the side dishes available on the table.

Atlanta who saw a small quarrel between Yunaka and Elisha was only able to smile. How happy it would be if he also felt the warmth of the family like that girl. Although it felt like everything was just a wishful thinking, but he never tired of praying to God so that later the man could enjoy the warm atmosphere like today in his home.

"Atlanta, I'm sorry, because you have to teach Elisha, so today you can't work in a restaurant." Joni voicing. There was a regretful tone from the sentence the man said.

Atlanta shook her head, with a smile she moved her hand.

"Father. Because it was his schedule today that I taught Elisha."

"The word Atlanta gapapa, because Elisa is far more important than anything," said the girl grinned without sin after exaggerating Atlanta sign language.

"Ngaco. Brother also knows what Atlanta says," said Joni laughed lightly, practically making his sister frown. "Come Atlanta, eat, don't hesitate." Its effects.

Elisha took a slow breath, seeing Atlanta who was just smacking lips without doing anything, the girl took the initiative to fill an empty Atlanta plate with rice and all dishes.

"Have a rich house of your own" said Elisha.

"Elisa, why are you just eating spinach, baby? You didn't eat the sausage? You usually like. Mama deliberately made a lot of tablets," said Vina when she realized the contents of Elisa's plate that looked unusual.

Elisha and Atlanta exchanged looks. The two suddenly froze, especially Elisha who at that time was racking his brain to answer the question of the mother.

"Mmm .. i—that, Elisa again dieting, Ma. So just eat vegetables." Rigid answers.

"Diet mulu in your brain. How straight do you want to be? You don't realize the same body you are now living a skeleton doang, huh?" That's Yunaka. No wonder Elisha again pulled the neck veins when his brother spoke the origin.

"Have a son! I'm not so skinny." The objection.

"But your real brother, baby. You've been getting thinner lately. Wh why? You sick?" vina said with a worried face.

The girl just stared at Vina with a raging feeling. "Mama, Elisha is a gapapa" he said, shaking his hands in the air.

Nah!

"Aw!"

Yunaka threw the grapes right on Elisha's forehead, plus Yunaka's light laughter made her sister immediately glare, throwing the wine her brother had thrown at her.

"Abang! Here lo! Insolent as well as your own!" Elisha immediately got up from his seat, approached Yunaka and strangled the man's neck with his arms.

"Thus .. uhuk! El—lease!"

Laughter filled the dining room. Where Joni who had been spinning saw the face of Yunaka who turned reddish, even Vina who also laughed with the behavior of her children.

On the other side of Atlanta also widened his smile, his heart suddenly touched to see the warmth of the Elisa family. The laughs they did made her feel jealous. But here, for the first time the man felt what it was like to do an activity he had never done, which was to eat together.

Ah, it turns out like this. A happiness that is second to none.

He looked one by one at the family of Elisha, all of them very kind to him. They accepted Atlanta without regard to the man's shortcomings, and a simple ideal that he had dreamed of for a long time had already been fulfilled that day.

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A puff of steam was still emanating from within the cup filled with the brown liquid. The male owner of the dimple there still sat on the balcony of his room, looking at the complex streets that looked very quiet. Sometimes he inhales the chocolate aroma from the cup he holds.

The squeaking sound of the fence in the house that opened and then diverted his attention, Jay moved from sitting down, seeing someone who was now entering the yard while guiding an old bicycle. Suddenly a slanted smile was created just like that on his lips.

"Don't expect you to take whatever's mine. Including Elisa." His murmur clenched his hands tightly.

Jay turned into the room, picked up an object lying on the study table, and pocketed it in his training pants. The man now stands behind the door, making sure Atlanta has entered the room, then he goes out from there.

There was a sound of water gurgling from inside the Atlanta room. It was clear the man was cleaning himself. Slowly, Jay opened the door to his lucky Atlanta room unlocked. The man was looking for something that might satisfy his desire to get in the way of Atlanta.

Jay searched the contents of his brother's study table, and all the drawers there he searched without one left. It was only after he opened the Atlanta backpack that his irises caught a sheet of paper containing the key of the note that he was sure of for the competition later.

With a grin imprinted on his face, Jay took the paper, and immediately walked out of the Atlanta room. He immediately went to the front page, for a moment Jay noticed the row of key notes that Atlanta wrote, reached into his phone, then took a picture of the key note, who knows later he will need it, he thought.

"This is just the beginning." His monologue took a small object that he had brought in his pants pocket.

A match, it didn't take much time to guess what the man was going to do.

The next second, flames shot out from the hole of the small object. Jay brought the fire closer to the sheet of paper he was holding. He smiled more and more satisfied when the paper was burned, devoured by the red boy, even his eyeballs were also lit up when he saw the reflection of the reddish light coming from there.

Jay crouched down, watching for himself how the sheet of paper containing the keys of Atlanta's notes burned without rest until it turned into helpless ash in front of him that was slowly carried flying by the night wind.

"Once you get into the lion's den, don't expect you to get out safely."