Letter to Atlanta
8. Savages

The atmosphere of the canteen suddenly gripped, when the man got a splash of mango juice from a woman. He could still feel how drop by drop the orange-colored liquid was falling through his face, the cold sensation of ice cubes creeping from overhead. She screeched, turned her face to look at Elisha who was smiling, the girl folded her hands, and pulled next to her eyebrows when her obsidian met.

"Ck. You dare to be like me?" he said while giving a devilish smile to Elisha. The scarred man in the left eye moved closer to the little girl in front of him.

Not afraid or away, Elisha increasingly dared to look at the two male sharp eyeballs in front, he looked up, ruffled his waist like a challenge.

On the other hand, Atlanta mustered up the courage to hold Elisa back, she did not want the girl to take action out of bounds, the look of worried eyes became more visible on Atlanta's face. He clenched his still-freezing hand doing nothing.

"Lo thinks I'm gonna get 'em, huh?" he said ketus, still with a defiant gaze, not the least to make Elisha afraid of the powerful man.

"Originally you know, Elisha, I'm the son of the headmaster here, you have to submit to me. If you go macem-macem or abstain me, you will know the consequences. I don't care, even if you're a girl," he said like a threat.

Elisha rotated his eyeballs before saying, "Oh, you want to fight for power? Okay, and from you tau—" the girl squinted while reading the name tag hanging in the white uniform that is now dirty because of her actions. "Honored Father Theo Wijaya. I am the sister of the biggest donor in the school. You know, what happens if this school has no help from donors, hm?"

The man, whose full name is Theo Wijaya, gritted his teeth, clenched his hands, as if he was preparing to pounce on an enemy who had just awakened a sleeping lion. The girl in front seemed to be indifferent to the water Theo's face was turning red.

Elisa's plump fingers stretched out, pulling a little Theo's uniform arm. "Not to be strong. There are still people far above you. Lo is nothing, lo ga far from sam-pah se-ko-lah," he said smiling obliquely.

With a single move, Theo slashed the collar of Elisha's rough uniform, making the girl have to tiptoe as the pull on her increasingly raised neck area. All the residents of the canteen widened their eyes to see Theo's actions, Atlanta was no exception. The man's hand blocked Theo's arm, trying to stop the grip of his hand that could have hurt Elisha.

The girl smiled, a resigned smile as the tall man clutched her firmly, the uniform cloth that strangled her neck might have already left a reddish mark there. With all his might, Atlanta tried to let go of Theo's increasingly hardened hands.

"Based on a sissy, how dare women. Looks rich you do not pantes called men," said Elisha with his leisure. It made Theo circulate, releasing the clutches of his hands. Next, Theo raised his fist, raising it to Elisha.

Bugh!

Elisha rounded his eyes, looking at Atlanta which was sprawled due to the fist of Theo.

"AMER!" said the girl, crouching holding Atlanta's head on her thigh.

Yes, the man put on the body when Theo was about to give a girl a raw bogeman. Elisa helped Atlanta who was holding the corner of her lips to stand up.

"LO WHAT THE FUCK, HUH!" Elisha pushed Theo's shoulder twice, causing the man to rewind the leg as Elisha's strong push.

Elisha really made the man lose in a landslide, if not in public and dozens of pairs of eyes were watching, perhaps Theo would immediately bring the girl to her knees before him.

Atlanta pulls Elisa's wrist to get away from Theo. But the girl still did not care about Atlanta, she stared at Theo's boba-like bead very sharply. Again, Atlanta pulled and shook Elisha's wrist, this time the girl turned her head, throwing a grip on her wrist.

"What hell! I want to teach you the same lesson this moron!" yells. Atlanta frowned, then shook her head, hinting the girl not to prolong the matter.

Elisha was still Elisha, he came back to Theo, this time the girl pushed the chest of Theo's field rough, until the man almost fell if only his two friends were not ready to stand by. "Once again you're bothering Atlanta, abis lo!" he said it was full of emphasis.

Theo. "So you're more than the mute, aren't you? Not afraid of mute transmission either?" said lightly.

Plaque!

Elisha slapped Theo, making the man's face instantly fall to the side. Theo held his cheek which was hot from the friction of Elisha's palm.

"Originally you know. Mute is not a contagious disease, you know!" elisa's index finger was pointing right in front of Theo's face.

Atlanta immediately pulled back Elisa's wrist, this time a little strong, this time, Atlanta took the girl away and left the cafeteria that was getting crowded with curious people with unusual sights on the sidelines of the break, a scene that is able to hypnotize their eyes to just find out the truth about what happened at that time.

"Take me off! Off! I still want to be here!" Elisha rebelled when Atlanta dragged him along, more precisely forcing the girl to go with him.

Elisha tried many times to throw a grip on his wrist, but the result was nil, Atlanta power much greater than him. Atlanta did not listen to Elisa's chatter, all she wanted was to take the girl away, not make a mess, especially if dealing with Theo. He memorized how the man never looked furiously at satisfying anger and resentment at anyone.

"Atlanta! Off!" again, Elisha hit the arm of Atlanta who was still gripping him.

"Let go why!" Atlanta let go of her hand that was still grasping Elisa's wrist, turned around only to look at the girl, then blew a heavy breath.

Elisha turned his head back, looking at Theo who was still looking at him from a distance. The next second, Elisha pointed his middle finger at Theo, plus a smirk at the corner of his thin pink lips. The man pulled an eyebrow, then clucked, feeling that someone was challenging him, waving a war flag.

"Ck, goddamn girl, she doesn't know who I am yet." His his hiss, then smiled obliquely. Theo folded his hands, his brain working, thinking about what kind of lesson he would give the girl.