Letter to Atlanta
6. Mailbox

Black Tesla car breezed into the school area. Dozens of students walking towards the main building suddenly diverted and chose to gather like welcoming people in a car there, wondering who was the unclean man inside.

The car door opened to the top, the beautiful girl sitting gracefully inside, setting her foot level to the outside, along with someone behind the wheel, the gray formal suit-fitting adult male, the, black glasses approached him.

As if she had gotten used to the fame she had created, Elisha returned the smiles of those who stared in admiration. Unarguably, it added to the beautiful and friendly aura of the long-haired unraveling girl who was then the center of attention.

The man whose brother status—Joni lowered the sunglasses he had been wearing since, vibes sugar daddy that was courted no doubt made high school girls melt will look good on Joni. Not to mention the structure of the face is firm, the body is tall strapping like an athlete, anyone who sees will be silenced to admire Joni.

"There, learn the real thing," Joni said. Elisha turned his head towards his sister, still with a smile imprinted from his lips, he nodded.

Elisha had not yet shaken Joni's hand intending to greet him, a woman he knew was the teacher of BK approached them. The woman smiled showing off her white teeth, several times she tried to tidy up her haircut that was out of the bind.

"Eh, Mr. Joni. Elisha's nganter, huh?" tanyanya friendly. Of course it's just a stale base. Joni just smiled very thinly, as if not interested in answering the woman's question that really does not need an answer.

"Almost a minute, sir. Copy first inside, let me make it," he said again invite Joni to enter the main building while trying to embrace Joni's unemployed arm.

The man tried to release the grip of a hand on his left hand. "No, Ma. Don't bother, I have to go to the office now" he said.

Elisa who felt uncomfortable with the scenery in front, where the teacher BK was like looking for the attention of her brother who had no interest at all.

"Mom, my brother has to meet now, maybe next time yes, hehe," he said while helping to release the hand of the woman who was strong enough, reluctant to release Joni for a second.

"Bang, leaving now, will be bad luck," added Elisha. Joni nodded, and immediately went into his luxury car and gased, unable to deal with the ferocity of the women who tried to get attention from him.

Teacher BK who felt ignored, could only stare sadly at the departure of the man who became his target. Elisha tried to hold back the laughter when he saw the teacher beside him.

"Mom, excuse me for class." Pamphit the girl. But instead of nodding or agreeing with Elisha's words, the BK teacher named Nina was back following Elisha, the sister of her dream man.

"Eh, wait a minute, I haven't finished talking yet" he said, trying to stop Elisha.

Elisa kept her legs wide, feeling lazy with the possibility that Nina will say, she already understood where the direction of the woman's conversation, what else if not telling her to be close to Joni.

"Help me, Elisha. You must have a WhatsApp number, Mr. Joni, I-I mean your sister, Joni," he said as he continued to adjust his footsteps with Elisa.

"Yes have dong, Mom. Bang Joni Elisa's brother. Why why?" said the girl. " Ah, yes ma'am, I want to go to class" he added.

As if there was no intention to hear and stop the step of the goods for a second, Elisha quickly stepped foot, climbing dozens of stairs without caring about Nina who continued to follow him from behind. Apparently the woman was very hardworking just because she wanted to have a twelve-digit Joni number, even though a few pairs of eyes were staring strangely, whereupon a teacher was chasing her student, but it did not ignite the woman's intentions.

Exactly 10 meters ahead, Elisha rounded his eyes, a smile began to expand from the corner of his lips. There, he saw a man who was always spinning in his mind.

"AMER!" his words were almost loud.

Elisha knitted his eyebrows, and the girl soon caught up with Atlanta, who had already left him, and even forgot that her teacher had been left behind and kept calling her name.

Elisa ran after Atlanta who was not so far from her reach. Like playing a chase, with all his strength he spurred footsteps.

Puk!

The girl patted Atlanta's shoulder quite hard, making the master almost jump. "Why don't you wait for me" he said.

Atlanta just lowered her head, playing her fingers, a stiff body gesture made the girl who was now walking beside her snort a little.

"You don't want to be with me, do you?" said Elisa who managed to make Atlanta choked, then raised her head, turned her head towards him.

He just stared at the pretty face of Elisha who was a little moody at the time. Furthermore, Atlanta shook her head softly in response. Look, the look on her face that looked panicked was adorable to Elisha.

"Yes, I don't want to" he said, pitching ahead of Atlanta. No, not out of anger with Atlanta's answer, it's just that the girl wanted to prank the little guy who was following her into class. He had to try to hold back the laughter that could enslave at any time, Atlanta's very innocent face made him no doubt want to immediately give a pinch of anxiety on the cheeks of the Atlanta kingpin.

Elisha sat himself on their bench, of course, where he and Atlanta sat. Elisa was still trying to be cold at that time, in contrast to Atlanta, the man approached Elisha with a very stiff step, it was clear Atlanta was still doubtful goods sitting next to Elisha. He was really afraid that the girl was indeed angry with him.

Atlanta sighed, sat on the bench very carefully, kept the backpack on the table, her face turning even louder. Honestly, Atlanta did not want to make the girl misunderstand the answer from him earlier. He tried to turn his gaze to the side, towards Elisa who was still silent with her flat face, it made Atlanta even more afraid.

Still not satisfied giving a little lesson to Atlanta, a figure who always rotates in her brain without being ruled, Elisha took a book in her bag, tore the middle and wrote something there.

Elisa folded the paper, keeping it right in front of Atlanta. Atlanta pulled an eyebrow, turned her head towards Elisa as if asking, but the girl pushed her chin in response, hinting Atlanta to open the letter.

The umpteenth time Atlanta sighed, unfolded the paper she was holding, praying that the girl next to her was neither angry with her, nor misunderstood.

"You're bad, but I just want to be your friend."

Atlanta's two eyeballs were perfectly rounded, one sentence that managed to make her heart beat. Immediately, Atlanta picked up the pen from inside the bag, replying to a letter from Elisa as if not wanting to make the girl wait for a long time.

It didn't take much time, Atlanta pushed back the paper.

"It's not like that. Don't misunderstand me. I'm shaking doesn't mean I don't want to be your friend. I'm sorry."

Okay, can the girl laugh now? Because however Atlanta was so innocent, Elisa could not resist the tickle that could have been stirred up resulting in laughter at any time.

Elisa bit her lower lip, trying to smooth the action. He returned the letter again.

"Steep, you're wrong. Anyway, break time later you'll have to treat me."