Letter to Atlanta
60. Symptoms

A very bright Sunday did not break down the spirit of Atlanta to clean his room, changing the layout of makeshift items in the room. The man really likes to clean, as evidenced by all the objects in his simple room that is free of dust and dirt.

Atlanta had previously helped Bi Mirna clean the large house owned by Rudi. He could not bear to see the middle-aged woman working alone. Moreover, that day Rudi, Hana, and Jay were going to Bogor to spend the weekend. Ah, they must be having fun.

Half an hour passed by Atlanta was still struggling in the room, wiping all objects to look shiny. Next the man tidied up the books scattered on the study table, and arranged them as best he could. Even the book in the backpack he took out to be replaced with Monday subjects tomorrow.

However, when the pile of books perched on the table, his eyeballs suddenly widened. Atlanta looked for sheets of paper containing key notes that she believed were among the books. Why does the paper not exist now? Though he still remembered after practicing the piano with Elisha yesterday, he immediately put the sheet of paper into his bag.

Do not miss the house of Elisha.

Atlanta immediately grabbed her phone lying on the bed, typing a short message on Elisa.

...ELISA 🌈...

^^^Excuse me, did you see the keynote paper yesterday?^^^

^^^09.10^^^

The man was still staring at the screen of his phone, waiting for Elisha to reply to the message he sent. But up to 10 minutes later it turned out that the girl still showed no signs of replying to messages.

Atlanta took a breath, it might be true that the paper was left in Elisha's house, he thought. He immediately cleaned up all the books, and replaced them with tomorrow's subjects.

After everything was settled, the man's gaze glanced towards the wall clock. As the day progressed, he had to quickly go to the halfway house to help Adin sell. It's been a Sunday Atlanta routine that the man never missed.

"Ata? Where are you going?" bi Mirna asked when the man had just come down the stairs.

"You're going to the halfway house, Bi. It's Sunday, Ata wants to help Adin sell."

Bi Mirna just nodded.

"Oh yeah, Auntie almost forgot. Ata, come with Auntie try it." Atlanta switched to follow Bi Mirna to the kitchen.

The woman immediately prepared a meal into the bushel. Atlanta just kept quiet watching Bi Mirna's activities.

"This, you love the children in the halfway house. Incidentally Bibi makes a lot of food, baby if not eaten. You usually do not want to eat food early in the morning," said Bi Mirna while giving the bushel to Atlanta.

Atlanta smiled gently at him.

"Thank you, Bi. They're gonna be happy to get good food."

Bi Mirna nodded and returned an Atlanta smile, patting the sturdy shoulders of the man in front of her.

"Then Ata left first."

Atlanta grabbed Bi Mirna's right hand, kissing the back of the woman's hand full of respect. He immediately went to the garage of the house, and went to the halfway house before Adin first went to sell.

Along the way the man unceasingly stripped the ever-present sight in his sense of sight, where many people and vehicles passed along the roads and sidewalks.

Right after the fork in the road, the iris of the man's eyes caught the figure of a woman who was no stranger to him. He narrowed his eyes and saw Elisha was choosing books peddled by street vendors in front of the pavement of the old building.

After Atlanta widened her smile, she spurred on her bike and immediately pulled him over on the side of the road, approaching Elisa who was still chatting with the book dealer's father.

It seemed that the girl there was unaware of the presence of someone who was now standing towered beside her. He still opened the pages of the book with a serious look, occasionally muttering and nodding his head, before finally clapping his hands on his shoulders diverted everything, then he looked up.

"Atlanta's? How are you here?" he said while rounding the perfect eyeball.

"I'm going to the halfway house, across the street."

Atlanta pointed to the small house at the end of the street, across the bridge, and Elisha followed the man's index finger.

"I accidentally saw you. That's why I came here first. What are you doing here?"

"O—oh me, I was here with Bang Yunaka. It just so happens that he's meeting his college friends again, right there." Elisha pointed to a cafe across the street, where his sister was.

"I'm bored, so take a walk here." Its effects.

Atlanta just nodded, then the man exhaled softly.

"Then I'm leaving now, huh?"

"Why go?" said grunt. "I'm coming!"

The man pulled an eyebrow.

"I want to help Adin sell."

"Yes I'm coming. I'd like to help you too." Elisha looked at Atlanta full of pleading. Puppy eyes that Elisha showed managed to make Atlanta subjugated. The man nodded, and grabbed Elisha's wrist to ride with him on the bike.

Not until 2 minutes, both of them have arrived in front of a small house in front of the crossroads bridge. Elisha was still paying attention to the state of the house that looked perfunctory. White paint that begins to peel at some point, even wooden doors that look fragile at the age of eating increasingly indicate vulnerable long enough the house stands.

"Is this really a halfway house?" elisa asked as she looked up at Atlanta.

The man smiled and nodded, then stepped into the house. Elisa turned to Atlanta.

Inside, the first thing he saw was that some kids in their 5s and 15s were packing banana chips into clear plastic. The children's attention is suddenly diverted when Atlanta and Elisha appear.

All the children there turned to both, running happily and hugging Atlanta enthusiastically without exception. The man widened his smile even more, damaging one by one the heads of children whose height was no more than his stomach.

"Sir Ata! Brother Elisa!" sahut boy who just came from the direction of kitchen—Adin.

The boy who looked much more mature than the other children was approaching Atlanta and Elisa. He sped up his footsteps with crutches in both hands.

"Eh, Adin? How are you?" Ask Elisha.

Adin nodded. "It's good, brother. Sister Elisha how are you?"

"So good too." The girl's gaze turned towards Adin's feet, she remembered Yunaka had accidentally made the child enter the hospital. "Your legs still hurt?" The impact is accompanied by a worried face.

"Sister, it's better." Adin widened his smile until his eyes formed a crescent moon, as if hinting Elisha that he was already very good.

The next second Atlanta thrust the bushel that he had held on to Adin.

"So Aunt cooked a lot. He said it's for the kids, baby if it's not in the food."

Adin smiled gently at the loud that Atlanta had given him, then he kept it on the table. "Thank you brother. Sampin thanks to Auntie too."

"So don't want to help you sell, can you?" elisa said to the point.

Suddenly Adin widened his eyeballs, scratching his stiff nape. "But .. outside hot brother. Later Elisa kecapean brother."

The girl turned to messing with Adin's black hair, aligning her height with the boy. "Father, sister Elisha is strong. Heat-resistant and resilient," he said as he chuckled.

"Yes, right?" elisa looked towards Atlanta. The man nodded in response.

Adin sighed. He agreed to the wishes of Elisha who wanted to help him sell. Not long ago a girl who was a year younger than Adin approached them with a large bag of crackle containing banana chips. Adin also received it, hooking the bag on his shoulder.

"Sister, can Popi come too?" said the girl named Popi.

Atlanta shook her head, then moved her hand.

"If you're coming, whose kids are here?"

"Once a while, brother. Yea?" said pleading.

The voice*******a short breath was heard from Atlanta's mouth, before the man finally nodded. Then the girl in front of him smiled widely, immediately took another bag of crackles that had been filled with a lot of banana chips before going outside the house.

"Start." The steps of Atlanta, Adin, and Popi stopped instantly, when Elisha spoke and made himself the center of attention of the three people.

"What if we were for the team. I'm with Popi over here. Atlanta's the same Adin across there. Let the trade be flat," said the girl spirit. But no doubt made them nod in agreement with the brilliant idea of Elisha.

"Agreed!" Sahut Adin and Popi.

At that time Adin and Atlanta again stepped foot, crossing the road to get to the sidewalk across there. Also Elisa and Popi who switched to offering banana chips to people who pass by.

"Sister Elisha." The girl turned her head when Popi who was beside her called out. "Sister Elisha's the model, right? Mr Pratama's son the property entrepreneur?"

Elisha smiled awkwardly, and he replied, "Yes, how do you know?"

"Well, seriously! I'm a big brother fan! I like seeing my sister on TV. Sister Elisha is very beautiful. I like the same brother," said Popi enthusiastically. Elisha just gave the girl a smile.

"Oh yeah, you've known Atlanta for a long time?"

This time Elisha nodded. "It's only been a few months now anyway. When I moved to Atlanta School. He won me in class." He answered while still walking down the front sidewalk of the old building and offering banana chips to people he saw.

Looking at the two men across the street, Atlanta smiled broadly and waved her hand at Elisa. The girl returned Atlanta's hand, and moved her hand, like a gesture.

"Spirit!"

The man there nodded, clenching his hands in the air.

"Sir Atlanta is very good, brother," said Popi who immediately shifted Elisha's attention to him.

"Hm?"

"Yes, we used to have nowhere to live. Our lives hang on the road. Every day we sleep in the emperan." Popi paused her speech, the memory of the little girl's brain reminiscing about the bitter life path she and her friends used to experience.

"But after Ata came, we were all very happy and grateful. Ata wants to help us, even he wants to rent the house for us, accommodate street children. I'm horrified from brother Adin, if Ata pacts his savings for the rent of the house."

Elisha still faithfully listened to the story of Popi about the angel without wings. He did not choose the wrong person, Atlanta is really a human figure who cares about the surrounding, although the man had to slam bones to meet the cost of his own life, but he never forgot, he never forgot, that whatever and no matter how little sustenance we have, there is a right for them as well.

"Sister Atlanta also wants to give us capital for this business. From that moment on, we never complained about the situation, because Ata never taught us to blame fate. He said, God is always good at giving the most beautiful gift to all his people who are willing to be patient."

The girl digested Popi's words very well, the recesses of her heart suddenly warmed to hear him.

"There you go, brother." Take Popi to point to a group of people who have just crossed the road.

Elisha nodded and followed Popi.

"Akh!" Suddenly the girl held her suddenly dizzy head, her eyes twitching.

Popi who heard the ringing of Elisha turned his head quickly, revealing Elisha was holding a nearly dazed body, holding the guardrail of the road very firmly.

"Sister Elisha!" Deftly, the little girl turned to help Elisha stand up. "Sister why? Sick brother?"

Elisha shook his head slowly, rubbed the cold sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, then said, "Sister gapapa."

"But big brother pucket. Let's take a break, yeah." He tried to carry Elisha to sit in the front seat of the meatballs stall.

"Oh neng, that's why?" the owner of the shop was worried when Elisha had just landed his butt on the chair.

Not yet had time to get an answer from Popi, the father chose to take a glass of water. "It's a drink first neng."

Popi smiled awkwardly, received a glass of warm water offered by the Father. "Thank you, sir."

"This is my brother, drink first." Popi now helps Elisha to take a sip of water which he hopes will make the girl improve.

"Will not go home? Rich brother soybean."

Elisha shook his head weakly. "But the trade is not yet abis."

Popi let out a slow breath of hearing him. "What brother, don't think. Better now brother rest."

Elisha was still Elisha, the stubborn girl had never heard the advice of anyone who was worried about her. He looked at Popi with a glare. "Let's rest a little later we continue selling again."

The little girl there looked more and more at Elisha worriedly, but her eyeballs were perfectly rounded all of a sudden. "Sister! Sister nosebleed!" saith.

Elisha immediately touched his nose which he felt let out a thick liquid with his thumb. Sure enough, the red liquid came out from inside his nose. He reached into the handkerchief he always carried in his sling bag, cleaning the blood that was still flowing.

Popi increasingly excited to see Elisha nosebleed. He moved from sitting. "So soon, sister, I'm going after Atlanta."

"Don't." Elisha blocked the hand of Popi who was about to leave. "Don't tell me about this with Atlanta."

"Why brother? Atlanta's sister should know, she'll worry."

"Just if you say he'll be more worried. Popi, brother please, don't take Atlanta to know, will you?" he sounded begging.

For a moment Popi just fell silent, staring at obsidian Elisha with mixed feelings, before he finally nodded his head resignedly and turned to sit beside Elisha.

God, why is this? Will I be old no longer?