Letter to Atlanta
68. Take me away

"Why haven't you ever read a message from me since?" elisa asked, as the two of them walked side by side together with a bicycle led by Atlanta who eventually became a mediator between the two.

They had just returned home from school, and they were walking on the streets of the Elisa housing complex. Actually Atlanta could have hugged Elisa to get to the girl's house faster, but when in front of the complex gate, Elisa invited him to walk.

It seems like they haven't been like that for a long time.

"My phone fell when I got hit by a car, so it's being fixed first. Sorry, yeah."

Elisha nodded in understanding, thankfully, he did not have to worry anymore about his unrequited message.

"Atlanta."

The man turned his head back as Elisha called out to him, raising his eyebrows upwards.

"I'm sorry, I didn't help you at the time, but I didn't know about your disaster. Very bad yes," he said miris.

Atlanta shook her head, denying Elisha's words.

"What's wrong. I get it."

The girl let out a slow breath, again walking towards her house which was already visible before her eyes.

When in front of the towering high fence, iris Elisha's eyes have been presented with a black car owned by the Papa in front of the garage, it's a sign Pratama was already at home after picked up Joni.

Both entered the yard. Atlanta is herding its bikes and parking them next to a park bench that faces directly towards the fish pond.

"Later if you meet Papa, do not be surprised, yes" said Elisha.

"Why indeed?"

"So you Papa I'm fierce." The girl grinned, scratching her nape several times.

Atlanta just widened a smile.

"Let's go in."

Elisa again leads Atlanta to enter the house. He sighed, looking for the whereabouts of his family members.

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight."

The girl pulled up Atlanta's arm which turned out to be equally nervous. I don't know, they shouldn't be nervous, should they? They only met the head of the family. Elisa who still imagines the cold face of the Papa, and Atlanta who is shrouded in shame because she will meet with Papa Elisa, the Pope, and he himself did not know why the Papa of the girl wanted so badly to meet him.

In the family room, Elisha immediately caught the figure of an adult man complete with clear glasses that he always wore was widening his smile. Pratama immediately got up from sitting, swung his legs a few steps, then stretched out his hands.

Elisha frowned when he saw that. No, even Pratama was very much different, an arch at both corners of his lips appeared very foreign in Elisha's eyeball.

"Elisa ... You don't miss your own Papa, hm?" said it.

Actually he understood, it was just that the shock still made him freeze on the spot.

The girl immediately ran, splashing into the arms of the Papa that she rarely got, until it could be counted with the fingers if Elisha tried to remember the last time Pratama hugged her like now.

The man hugged his youngest child who turned out to be an adult without him knowing. Though it feels like just yesterday he held Elisha who always whines because fighting over toys with Yunaka. Pratama stroked the top of Elisha's head, peeling it repeatedly.

"Sorry Papa yes, Elisha. All this time Papa was too selfish, Papa always attach importance to Papa's wishes without thinking of you."

In Papa's arms, Elisha nodded slowly, then replied, "Elisa's sorry Papa. Elisha's not angry with Papa either."

There was a sigh from Pratama when he heard Elisha's reply. Vina, Joni and Yunaka who at that time watched, joined in smiling haru, feeling happiness that they had never imagined before, Pratama—sang Papa—kini has changed. I do not know what things managed to open the door of Pratama's heart, which obviously they are very grateful.

"Pa, he said Papa wants to see Atlanta."

In a novelty that was quite draining feeling, Pratama slowly let go of his embrace when he heard a name that made his reason to return to Indonesia.

"Ah, yes."

Elisa approached Atlanta, inviting the man to come closer. "It's Atlanta, Pa," he said, introducing Atlanta that looks pretty stiff.

With a slightly shaking hand, Atlanta tried to grab Pratama's hand, greeting the man.

"You're the Atlanta who taught Elisa all this time to learn piano?"

Atlanta nodded slowly answering the Primary question.

The man patted the sturdy shoulder of the man in front of him repeatedly.

"Thank you, yes," he said, smiling softly. "If I may know, who did you learn piano? Your parents?"

Atlanta reached into the little memo that was in her pants pocket, writing something down there. Pratama was not surprised by the sight that was then presented before his eyes, he himself already knew about the lack of the boy from Joni.

Not long after, Atlanta gave the memo to Pratama.

"I taught myself . Not taught by anyone else, sir."

Once again a smile was created on Pratama's lips. He stared at Atlanta for a while, then at Elisa.

"El ... Papa wants to see you play the piano, can you?"

The girl glanced at Atlanta. "But ... Elisa's shy, Pa."

"Cock shy? Papa's childhood champion is ashamed? Come on, Papa wants to see you play the same Atlanta piano." Invite him who immediately led Elisa as well as Atlanta to the training room behind the house.

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"Lo seriously don't want to hang out first?" theo asked the man at the side who was still focused with a flat object in his grasp.

"Yes, next time. I told him to come home because he wanted to take me to Elisha's house tonight. He said he wanted to see Elisha's father" Jay replied, putting his phone in his pants pocket.

They had just come home playing basketball, still visible with sweat clinging to the thin cloth that the two were wearing. Theo simply nodded, gulping down his bottle of isotonic liquid until half was left.

"Gue pull it off first." Jay patted Theo's shoulder twice, then ran down the lonely passageway.

The man with the stern jaw stared at Jay's wide back, which was missing from his sight. He let out a heavy breath, clutching the plastic bottle strong enough. With wide strides, Theo again walked quickly to the front of the school building.

After gulping down the contents of the bottle until it ran aground, he threw it into the trash. Deep in his mind, Jay's words were still clearly ringing in his brain, I don't know, he felt very upset when he heard that the man was about to visit Elisha's residence instead of hanging out with him. Apparently the relationship between Jay and Elisha family is quite close, he had thought that he would be difficult to get the girl's heart.

Before long, his head looked up, staring at the banner that was still lying between the two pillars in front, he looked at him sharply.

At any moment, Elisha will be mine. Not lo.

The man's gaze was wry, looking for the whereabouts of someone who could help him to relieve the pain in his eyes when he saw the banner.

"The Mamat!"

The middle-aged man who was sweeping the school grounds turned his head, and immediately ran over to Theo as the man waved his hand.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"That, I ask for help, Mang Mamat just pull out the banner, not use, ngalangin scenery alone," said Theo.

"T—but, there must be permission first from wakasek means, later I am to blame."

Theo shook his hand. "Even, Mang Mamat will say if I tell you."

"But—"

"No need to buts. If tomorrow the banner is still there, I will definitely be the last day Mang Mamat works here. Understood?" Threatened him.

The man glared in surprise, shaking his head. "Don't. I–iya, I unplug the banner now."

The man turned around, about to go to the parking lot. However, his iris caught Jay's figure who had just come out of the school gate with a red sport bike. Seeing that, suddenly a bad intention came from inside his head, he turned one lip, then reached into his phone, called someone.

"Gue has a job for you."

"...."

"Okay, I'm transferring now."

After closing the call, Theo rushes to pick up his car in the parking lot, then gas hits Jay. He made sure, this time the plan will run smoothly.

"Lo should know the consequences, Jay."

Theo further accelerated the speed of the car he was driving, staring fiercely at a motor sport that was in front of his eyes.

Right on the streets of Jay's housing complex that was already very quiet because of the afternoon before that night, Theo pulled over his car when he saw 3 men with large stature blocking the road Jay was about to go through.

No need to think for long, those 3 people are Theo's thugs. He just kept quiet while turning one lip, preparing to watch a show that he hoped would satisfy him.

"Mampus lo, haha ...."

Jay got off the bike, approached the three unknown people with a questioning look.

"You who? Move," he said.

They just exchanged glances, one of the three walked over, grabbing Jay's jacket collar.

"Lo, don't macem-macem me!" The man fought back.

Bruk!

The man threw out a grip and pushed it until Jay was left behind.

"Akh!" The man grimaced, when he felt his elbow hit the asphalt of the road.

He looked up for a moment, and his eyeballs instantly caught the three people already surrounding him. They're getting clenched jaws.

With a single move, the 2 people managed to pull out both of Jay's hands, made the grimacing boy stand back but could not do anything because his hands were locked firmly by the grasp of the big hands.

"Who told you, huh?!" his words suck.

The three shut up again, reluctant to answer Jay's question.

"ANSWER, DOG!"

Bugh!

"Akh!"

The man again gasped with a raw bogeman on his cheekbones without a cue. He could only grimace, feeling a sudden pain strike his face.

Bugh!

Bugh!

There was a ringing sound coming from Jay's mouth. Repeatedly his face was attacked with a loud punch. He wanted to rebel, but what power could not do because the two men were still wrapped around his hands.

"Argh, s—stop."

They didn't heed Jay's words. Even the more obvious bruises did not make them feel pity at all, there they were more eager to finish off the boy.

"Jay ... Jay, don't be a hotshot and have everything. Because lo, just trash that I can easily mess around with."

Theo was still engrossed in watching the violent scenes unfolding before his sight. Sometimes he laughs lightly when he sees Jay in pain.

Bruk!

They're turning Jay down onto the asphalt. The man who had been limp due to the attack repeatedly was now lying helpless.

Bugh!

"Akh!"

Jay curled up, holding onto the area of his stomach that had just been kicked free by the man standing looming in front.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

All three continued to kick Jay's entire body mercilessly, and the man's energy was further weakened by enduring all the pain and pain that increasingly tormented his body. Oh my God, even his eyes are very blurred.

Crews!

"ARGH!"

Jay roared again when he felt his leg being stepped on quite strongly, his ears could hear his broken bones.

"Argh! Uh! Stop ... pain. T—please ...."

He ceaselessly groaned. Asking for help with his almost quiet voice.

The three men just smiled widely, staring proudly at the results of their work. Soon, they will soon enjoy a large amount of rupiah with a large enough nominal that the boss has promised.

From the east, a man who had just returned home from the front counter of the compound to pick up his phone which he had repaired yesterday squinted his eyes, squinting, he frowned when he saw someone lying in the middle surrounded by 3 thugs.

Jay's?

He rounded the perfect eyeball, and chose to run fast to approach his stepbrother who was allegedly beaten by the people.

Bugh!

Atlanta kicked the back of one of the men there until it fell. The man immediately approached Jay, and saw clearly the purple-red bruises that were clearly imprinted on some parts of Jay's body, especially in the face area.

Theo who was also equally surprised by the presence of the figure of Atlanta also widened his eyes. His brain is still at work thinking how can Atlanta suddenly come and save Jay?

"The mute one here anjir!"

Disturbed by Atlanta's messing up moments of fun, Theo turns on the car horn, hinting for his men to get out of there quickly. Angered by his unfinished plan, Theo switches gas fields leaving the streets of Jay's housing complex.

"Akhs! It hurts!"

Jay is still grimacing in the lap of Atlanta. Honestly, he was very weak, even to grimace it felt like it took a lot of energy.

"Go lo! Don't care about me!" Jay's jolt, drive Atlanta out. More precisely he is quite prestigious with the help of Atlanta.

Atlanta did not care about Jay's words, which there he increasingly panicked to see the condition of Jay who had been battered. He did not know what the cause of his brother was until it was finished off by the thugs.

There was no other way, Atlanta tried to carry Jay, fortunately their home was not far from the location.

"ACH! SLOWLY, DOG! IT HURTS!"

Jay roared back.

"My legs are broken, goddamn it! Argh!"

Hearing that, Atlanta initiatives to hold Jay. He was already preparing to crouch down, then pulled Jay's arm to lean against his back.

"ACH! I SAID SLOW DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER!"

After making sure Jay was leaning comfortably on his back, Atlanta tried to stand up, then swung his leg to bring Jay home to be treated immediately.

When in front of the house, how surprised Bi Mirna who was then feeding fish in the pond when the presence of Atlanta carrying Jay who was battered.

"God! Jay! Ata, this is Jay why? How battered is gini?" said Bi Mirna panicked, following Atlanta who first entered the house.

Similar to Bi Mirna, Rudi and Hana who were gathered in the family room also widened their eyes when they saw Jay being carried by Atlanta with quite terrible conditions.

"Jay! Why you?!"

Atlanta laid Jay on the couch. The panicked parents approached Jay and sat on the lip of the sofa.

"Why you, baby? How can I bathe gini? Who hit you?" vina said worriedly.

Again Jay just grimaced, feeling all the pain that was quite sore, especially one side of his leg that had been stepped on very strongly by the man earlier.

"Jay ... Who makes you rich, hm? Let Father teach that man a lesson" said Rudi. It looks like the man did not accept his son who was battered.

Jay was silent, he himself did not know who the person who was the mastermind was all. He looked up, staring at Atlanta with a fierce gaze.

You have to rasain what I'm rasain.

The man's right hand raised slowly, pointing at Atlanta.

"He's the one who's been beating Jay."

Sontak Atlanta rounded her eyes, shaking her head hinting that she was not the one doing all that.

"J—jay, there's no way Ata attacked you. Aunt can't believe it." Bi Mirna was shocked by Jay's allegations. There's no way Atlanta would do that to Jay.

"Auntie doesn't know anything. Aunt Jay's mother saw the thumping?"

Rudi further clenched his jaw, giving a sharp look at the boy who was already standing tensed in front of him.

Plaque!

One hard slap the man managed to get. Whom? Sure oes. But Rudi's slap was nothing compared to the pain in his heart when his own biological father did not believe it.

"DISAD CHILD!" his jolt.

Atlanta held onto her hot cheek.

"HERE YOU! HOW DARE YOU HURT MY SON!"

Rudi dragged the collar of the Atlanta-worn t-shirt, until the boy was overwhelmed by the strangling pull coming from the father. Rudi further widened his legs, climbing the stairs to get to the Atlanta room.

Bi Mirna who was afraid her employer was about to do something turned to follow the two in a hurry. Do not forget the sentence pleading ejected from his mouth, trying to relieve the anger that enveloped Rudi at that time. Because he's convinced, not Atlanta.

"Sir .. I'm sure it wasn't Atlanta that attacked Jay. This must be a misunderstanding."

"Bi! Aunty better shut up! This is not Aunt's business! It's my business just as the child doesn't know this lucky. Understand!"

"T—but, Sir ...."

Brak!

Rudi slammed the door of the Atlanta room quite hard, locking it from the inside.

With a hunting breath, Rudi again pulled the Atlanta shirt to enter the bathroom, after which he immediately pushed it until the child fell on the cold tile of the bathroom.

"NOT SATISFIED YOU'VE MADE HANI DIE, HUH?! NOW YOU ALSO WANT TO HURT JAY!"

Atlanta shook her head slowly, denying Rudi's words.

"KILLERS!"

The boy's tears were now burning when he heard a word that managed to make his heart so painful.

No, Ata is not a murderer.

Rudi pulled the clasp he was wearing, the gaze that had been ignited by the flames of anger was clearly drawn on his reddened eyeballs.

"You must be taught a lesson!"

Ctars!

Ctars!

Atlanta grimaced to feel the stinging sensation of the peeling of Rudi's leather buckle at her feet. He wanted to fight back, but his whole body suddenly stiffened. Repeatedly the man returned to give a whip until the skin of his son's legs showed a reddish mark before his eyes.

Ctars!

"DANGEROUS CARRIER CHILD!"

Seeing Atlanta who seemed to endure the pain, Rudi stopped his activities, he immediately turned on the shower to fill the water in the bathtub. After that, he went back to Atlanta, beating the boy who did not seem to fight.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Raw Bogeman now floated on the cheekbones of Atlanta. He was only able to cry with the violence of his own father.

Bugh!

"YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO DIED!"

Bugh!

"NOW YOU WANT TO TRY AND KILL YOUR OWN HALF-SISTER?! AYE?! YOU SAVAGE!"

Bugh!

The man moved, ruffled his waist, caught his breath that was already ringing fast, looking at the face of Atlanta that had been bluish due to the fist from him.

Bugh!

Dad ... It wasn't Ata who beat Jay up. Ata just help Jay.

Unsatisfied, Rudi again kicked Atlanta's stomach quite hard, until Atlanta curled up holding his painful heart, neck veins that increasingly stiffened indicating that he was holding back the pain that was spreading.

Bugh!

Bugh!

Rudi kicked Atlanta blindly, he did not even care about the bruises all over his son's body.

Srkk!

He pulled Atlanta's jet-black hair until the boy looked up forcibly. Now, Rudi could clearly see the battered shabby face of Atlanta.

Atlanta grimaced to see the eyeballs of the father, as if from that gaze he was trying to say that he was not the perpetrator of Jay's braking.

"It hurts, huh?! This pain of yours is nothing compared to my heartache when Hani died from giving birth to you!"

Atlanta shook her head with difficulty, the child's tears were already unstoppable, flowing like tap water that was allowed to spill.

Duk!

Duk!

The man banged Atlanta's head against the bathroom wall repeatedly.

"If you weren't born, things wouldn't be like this! My life was ruined because of you!"

Duk!

Father ... already .. pain ... The head Ata dizzy.

Duk!

Atlanta held her head that was already twitching, even with her gaze that was now a little blurred. For God's sake, it hurts so much.

Duk!

The wall that had become a samsak impact head of Atlanta now began to show thick reddish patches there that came from the child's head. But it did not ignite the flames of Rudi's anger, he chose to pull the Atlanta arm, forcing the man to stand.

Byurs!

He threw Atlanta into the bathtub. Instantly the child's entire body shivered violently because of the cold water that automatically took away his body temperature.

Without pity, Rudi again submerged Atlanta's head into the water for a while. It did so over and over again, until the water inside the bathtub slowly turned into a pool of redness known from a wound on the Atlanta head.

The boy coughed and was exhausted, holding the edge of the bathtub with trembling hands. The pain, pain, dizziness in all areas of his body increasingly unbearable, let alone the cold temperature made him tormented.

Satisfied, Rudi moved on, leaving Atlanta without a word.

Mother ... pain ... Ata can't stand .. please pick up Ata, Bun ... Ata wants to go with Mother.