Letter to Atlanta
7. Chicken noodle

"Today's lesson, I'm enough to get here. We'll meet again next week. Good afternoon," said the Mathematics teacher who resigned after teaching the class for two hours, giving enough material to make the contents of the heads of the students work faster to digest the exposure given.

One by one the students left the classroom, headed for the cafeteria. Not until a matter of minutes the class began to be quiet, now live Atlanta and Elisa inside. Elisa who tidied all the stationery into the bag, and Atlanta who was secretly thinking about the lunch menu this time.

Imagine the price of each canteen snack, from the cheapest to the most expensive, weighing it with the contents of a wallet that is arguably not so thick. Atlanta itself does not know what menu the girl will choose later.

Elisa turned her gaze towards Atlanta, her eyes narrowed as she took a closer look at the activities of the man who was sitting behind her. He saw Atlanta calculating the money sheet from inside his wallet very carefully.

The girl smiled faintly, there was a slight sense of regret in her, what the man rightly thought the reply of the letter was a serious sentence. Without wanting to disturb Atlanta, Elisa first moved from the bench to the doorway.

"Atlanta, go! Later the snacks go abis hunting," said Elisha. The man who was still in the classroom immediately turned his head, nodded his head and followed Elisha from behind.

Elisha walked first down a fairly crowded corridor in the break hours, while Atlanta was a good distance right behind him. Elisa turned her head back many times only to see Atlanta who was walking doubtfully, still with her mind.

Halfway to the cafeteria, Elisha turned his head quickly back, turned his body and breathed a rough breath. He was caught off guard by Atlanta's overly stiff attitude, the girl ruffled her waist, choked Atlanta, and stopped footsteps.

"You why the hell. Far away, this is when the sample if you walk rich snails," said Elisha sounds like grumbling. Atlanta was speechless digesting the speech of the girl in front of him.

"Aren't you going to the cafeteria? Ah, or you don't want to go with me, do you?" sahut again. This time Atlanta shook her head quickly, trying to say 'no to Elisha who was folding his hand like he wanted to interrogate her.

Atlanta's hand reached into something from her pants pocket, trying to make the girl misunderstand no more. However, with one move Elisha blocked the Atlanta arm that was about to take a memo. Atlanta regained her senses, and turned to the girl who was then embracing her arm.

"Come, chepet." Elisha dragged the man without cue, his tiny hand still tightly hugging the Atlanta arm as if it did not want the man taken away.

Atlanta was surprised, but had no intention of letting go of her hands that were too sudden. He readjusted the footsteps Elisha took to the cafeteria. Atlanta did not know what feeling she was feeling at the time, a feeling that was difficult to interpret by her. Physical contact had never been felt, let alone with a girl like Elisha. Like an electric shock that directly radiates to the chest area, and turns into a loud thump.

"What do we want to eat?" elisha said when they arrived at the cafeteria area that was not too crowded. He circulated a glance at each food vendor's stall, occasionally the girl cleared her throat.

Highlight Atlanta's distracted eyes stared at Elisha's clean, petite white hands that were still faithfully writhing in his arms, it managed to make the corners of his lips lift up, a smile that was so sincerely imprinted there.

"You want some chicken noodles?" tanyakanya. Not yet had time to get an answer from Atlanta, Elisa again brought the man to go to the chicken noodle shop not far from where they stood.

"Sir! Two special chicken noodles, the same mango juice two as well" Elisa told the chicken noodle seller. The man in his 50s nodded, starting to prepare the order of the girl.

Elisa invites Atlanta to sit on a long bench in front of the store. He folded his hands on the table with the right hand part that was used as a chin pedestal. Elisha looked at the man next to him who was now silent playing his fingers.

"You nervous?" said it. The person being spoken to simply nodded, without turning his loyal gaze to his own hands.

The girl slightly chuckled, then pulled an Atlanta cheek. "You're funny" he said.

Atlanta rounded her eyes, now her two clear eyeballs looked at Elisha who was smiling widely, and the man returned the smile of Elisha was no less sweet.

"This is the order, Neng." The seller serves two servings of chicken noodles and mango juice on the table, making the attention of both diverted.

Elisha reached into the pocket of the uniform, giving it to the seller. "This is the money, sir."

"Father take his change, sir." said Elisha again extended the right of the Father who is now welcome.

"Thank you, Neng. Please eat, if there is less to say the same father, yes," he said. Elisa and Atlanta nodded

The girl stared at the interest of a bowl of chicken noodles complete with meatballs, she picked up a spoon of sambal, mixing it with her lunch menu.

His activities came to a halt when a hand held out a memo, none other than Atlanta. Elisha read the writing there.

"I should have paid for it."

Elisa sighed, turning to look at Atlanta. "So that's just kidding. Think of this as my gratitude because you want to be my friend, okay. If you refuse or don't eat the chicken noodles I won't want to be your friend anymore" he said like a threat.

Atlanta glared, quickly she ate the chicken noodles very greedily. Elisa chuckled at Atlanta's manner, whatever the man did, was adorable to her. How could he have stayed away from Atlanta if the man managed to make himself comfortable and laugh a lot.

"Well, it's really good to be strong." the heavy voice shifted Elisha and Atlanta's attention. A man with a demeanor appearance sat on the table they occupied, with his two friends who were not much different from the man. The white uniform that was issued with the sleeves wrapped around, and not wearing a tie could already explain that they were school thugs.

"What is the use of a chair if you sit on a table," said Elisha again eating chicken noodles that had been ignored, just because he wanted to see who the immature person was.

They laugh out loud. "Lo Elisha is that, right?" she said later, but Elisha did not respond. Too lazy with people who act at will, as if they are in control of everything.

"No, don't answer that? You're also rich in Atlanta, huh?" he said that immediately invited a sharp gaze from Elisha. The girl circled, then screeched.

"Yes gapapa kali. Rather than lo, have a mouth but a lot of bacots, useless. Why don't you just be mute." said the girl. Elisha raised an eyebrow, pulling up next to the corner of his lips as if challenging the person in front of him.

The sound of applause from the man was heard in Elisha's eardrum, it made the attention of the canteen residents turned towards the bench occupied by Elisa and Atlanta.

"It turns out that lo pinter said yes," he said.

The next second, the man took the mineral bottle that one of his friends was holding, then unscrewed the bottle, and spilled it right over Atlanta's head.

Byur

Elisa choked, widened her eyes in disbelief, she watched for herself how Atlanta was so shocked by the man's actions, seeing clearly how the condition of the head until the Atlanta shirt that was originally dry now became soaked.

"Let's take a minute, the weather's hot. Yes, it's mute" he said, clearly the man was very satisfied with his actions. The two friends just laughed and applauded, as if Atlanta was a very interesting spectacle.

Elisha clenched his hands, his jaw clenched, he was furious. He got out of his seat, grabbed two glasses of mango juice he and Atlanta had not tasted, then spilled it over the man's head, just like what the man did to Atlanta.

Byur

Now Elisha smiled. "Let his brain seger. Especially using mango juice, mantep right?"