Letter to Atlanta

4. Missings

Atlanta was still standing rigidly in front of the door of the TU room. The right hand that was still clenched, he lay down to knock, and opened the door leaf. The movement is quite slow, it is certain that the man is very nervous.

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The door opened, Atlanta entered into a room dominated by shades of ivory white, not to mention the smell of citrus fruits that caress the nasal cavity quite gently, she walked towards one of the workbench, he said, approach an adult woman very carefully.

The woman there raised her head, stopped the writing activities that she had been doing. Stare at Atlanta's face for a few seconds before letting the man sit in front of her.

"Atlanta, you already understand, why I call you to my room" said the woman named Rina. He folded his hands on the table, staring intensely at the male disciple who was now sitting down.

Atlanta nodded, she herself already knew exactly why she had been summoned to the TU room. Especially if you are not charged SPP money.

"It's due, Atlanta. It's been three months that you haven't fulfilled your responsibilities. I've contacted your parents a few times, but why until now they didn't come to school" he said. Atlanta bowed her head twice, intending to apologize.

Not not do not want to convey the mandate of the teacher who served as the executor of the procedure, but the words of rejection that will come out of the mouth of the Father or Mother, it is certain that it will happen. Let alone paying SPP Atlanta school, just register it they do not care. So what should Atlanta expect from both parents. She struggles to get a scholarship to attend school with Jay, without help from anyone. Despite getting a scholarship, Atlanta must still pay 40% SPP of the appropriate fee. It was still a heavy burden for Atlanta, considering he only worked part-time as a dishwasher at a restaurant, with a fairly minimal payment of course, he said, not to mention all the school needs that he had to fulfill.

"You are only required to pay 40% of the other children, they pay in full without arrears. Are your parents that hard, Atlanta?" the woman's words slid just like that, she tapped the tip of her fingernails on the table, waiting for an answer from Atlanta.

Atlanta raised her head, staring back at the mature woman in front of her. Both of his hands were tightly clenched. Atlanta's father was not an economically disadvantaged man, a job he worked as a General Manager, making life all-sufficient. And that only goes for his family, enjoying every effort he makes, not for Atlanta.

The man reached into some red sheet money from his uniform pocket, calculating the details of each sheet he had collected. Atlanta thrusts SPP money at the woman in front politely.

The woman sighed, slightly shaking her head before receiving the rupiah Atlanta gave.

"Good, Atlanta. But you still have a two-month arrear, I hope you tell your parents immediately to pay it off, I hope, I don't want other students to feel jealous because I keep giving you a lot of time to pay for SPP" he said.

Atlanta nodded again, after which the lady's hand in front was fixed towards the door, hinting Atlanta to immediately return to class. Atlanta lowered her head before her tall body disappeared into the door.

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Still in an ash-white uniform, Atlanta parked a bicycle beside the high fence of the cemetery area, walking into the gate guarded by Mr. Soleh. The middle-aged man in a t-shirt, plus the glove perched on his shoulder smiled when he saw Atlanta, he returned a smile Mr. Soleh was no less friendly.

"Dol?" said Mr. Soleh, moved from his seat then approached Atlanta. "Olderly, don't look at Mother" he added, patting slowly on Atlanta's sturdy shoulder. The man looked up slightly staring at the jet-black bead of eyes belonging to the boy in front of him.

Atlanta smiled widely, then raised her hand, moving it.

"There are many tasks, sir," replied Atlanta, who was met with a nod of the head by Mr. Soleh.

"Last noon Mr. Rudi had visited the tomb of Mother, I think you were with him," said Mr. Soleh. Rudi, Father. Atlanta did not respond, the man just looked at Mr. Soleh with a face that is difficult to interpret.

Moments of daydreaming, thinking of his father suddenly coming to the cemetery, Atlanta was made aware by the gentle claps of the man who was the guardian of the tomb. He moved his hand again.

"Then Ata wants to go to Mother's tomb first, sir."

Mr. Soleh reached out to signal Atlanta to enter through the cemetery guardrail. Not to forget Atlanta bent down before entering deeper into the tomb area filled with tall shady trees.

Atlanta-level legs along the reddish land to the final resting place of the Mother. Women who are already pregnant, and gave birth to Atlanta with full of struggle. Although Atlanta never saw the face of the Mother directly, because the Mother died after giving birth to the world, giving her life for a small baby to see the world.

Atlanta smiled after finding the Mother's belly button right in front of her eyes. He stepped closer, then squatted there.

"Hi, Mommy. Sorry Ata just can see Mother now. Ata hope Mommy is not angry yes," her mind. Atlanta smiled faintly, the man's hand outstretched throwing one by one the dried leaves that fell just above the Mother's navel.

Atlanta took a breath. "Mother, Ata kangen the same Mother. Want to hug Mother, want to talk a lot with Mother."

The man was silent for a moment, looking at the gravestone engraved on the Mother's name with cold tears, before Atlanta finally took a white rose from the bag, the mother's favorite flower. He put a flower that looks still fresh right in front of the headstone.

"Mother, today Ata has a new friend, she is a beautiful, friendly, and kind girl. Her name is also beautiful, Elisha. Mother knows? He is very similar to Mother. Ata engga know, it feels when close to Elisha, Ata feels near Mother. Ata wants to be near Elisha, Bun. But, does Elisha want to be Ata's friend?"

Returning with the silence of the mind as well as around, Atlanta rubbed the headstone with tenderness, as if rubbing one's head with affection. Atlanta was wanting to linger in the Mother's grave, telling her everything she felt, even if only in a conscience, but she was sure, up there, up there, Her mother could hear every complaint about the life she lived, how the world seemed to never be fair and on the side of the man, how the world never had mercy to give her happiness even for a moment. Only the afternoon breeze accompanied the silence Atlanta created, leading the man to grapple with the gentle sweep of the wind, watching the nearly vanishing disk of the sun on the western horizon.