The Shine For You
23. Atlas Decisions.
“Kalo it does want you, whatever. After all, I'm nobody to you. So, what do you do?”
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Unknowns.
Tomorrow, don't forget. Bring a valuable person.
If you don't dare, don't force it. The greed of your parents has gone far² to LA for the sake of living lo.
Thanks, brotha.
The sky of Oren graced the earth, the journey of the sun to walk to another land was about to begin. The sound of cars and motorcycles deafened the man, plus a message he had almost forgotten!
Betting, and racing!
How could Atlas forget that? His mind was always plagued with precious people, who was precious in his life? Rine and Anderos are in LA, and then Atlas has to take who? Damnit damnit!
“Gue who to bring, arghhh!” ruffling her hair, then walking towards the balcony. Verena has returned to her habitat, Atlas is grateful for this fact. But not with reality he had to bring a precious person!
Revan, Nioz and Zevin? Huh, they better be dumped into the Pacific Ocean! In fact, Atlas could have told the girls who admired him to come to the arena later. But, Atlas is not that bad!
“Think, think stupid! shit!” umpat Atlas, hit the fence as a barrier between the ceiling and his house. His palms clenched tightly, like his he had to hit Sasak to dampen his emotions.
After thinking for an hour, pacing back and forth in the room. A slightly reasonable thought emerged. What's up with her promise to Zhora, after all the girl has accepted it, right?
Atlas can definitely fight that guy, easy. And Zhora couldn't have fallen into the hands of a breng'sek guy like Elzar. Won't Atlas let, after a debate between brain and heart– finally, the heart relented.
“Im sorry for this, Zhora. I was forced to,” Final Atlas, then press the red button near the bunks— helper button shortly, the knock on the room door sounds obvious. Atlas walked towards the door, turning the doorknob.
“There can I help you, Mister?” The maid bowed, then re-enforced her body. Maid-style clothes installed neatly, Bi Tiar— maid who has worked 15 years to keep Atlas— smile friendly.
Atlas ignored, “Call om Dernada. I need him,” Bi Tiar surprised, as far as his knowledge Mr. Dernada is a reliable detective used by the Atlas family. Surely, there is a problem afflicting his master.
“Sorry sir, is there any problem that draw—”
Atlas cut Bi Tiar's speech. “I just need it, you can go.” Ms. Tiar nodded awkwardly, bowed her body and then sank back.
“Good, I'm sorry sir.” Atlas nodded slightly, closing his room back. The room that as a witness since childhood how he cried, depressed, and fed up of his parents who always went mass for the sake of the church.
Atlas steps his feet towards a large frame, attached a photo of one family that is not harmonious— Rine, Anderos and Atlas. In fact, since the first two of his parents never smiled when with him. Photographed, Anderos and Rine put on flat faces, while Atlas smiled happily.
Atlas smiled wryly, is it true what Zef said about him being just an outcast who was taken care of by Anderos and Rine? Are Rine and Anderos just at the mercy of her fate? If Atlas is a foster child, how are things with his or her parents?
Ozhora Zevyhrine, the girl who managed to make Atlas curious. Plain girl, has standard— face for Atlas. And worked in a famous cafe when he was still famous young. When his peers shop, play, enjoy the youth— the girl actually banged bones to support her mother. Atlas himself, admiring Zhora's firmness.
Atlas was aghast, but his face could always hide all that. Reversing, then staring intently at the man not far away from her. Dernada and Atlas are very close.
Just now the lips want to talk, Dernada is already ahead, “I've been knocking since, and you didn't answer. I'd rather go in, than die young waiting for you to come out.” Relax Dernada.
Atlas clucked, then sat his butt in front of the sofa occupied by Dernada. “I need you,”
“I know, there is no way you asked me in a sudden manner just to hear your curses,” Reply Dernada. Intentionally emphasizing the word 'Mendadak.' do not know Atlas, Dernada was watching his favorite movie?
Atlas does not budge, “Please find information about Zhora Zevyhrine, and her phone number. I wait,” Don't want to be so stale for so long with this current om-om.
“Alright, wait about an hour or two from now. I'm in advance, excuse me.” Dernada stood up, shook Atlas' hand and left. Leaving Atlas with his mind still above his worries.
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Tonight, Zhora came home faster than usual. Take off the footwear, then open the wooden door, and say hello. Smiled happily when Lena was busy with her getuk cuisine. There was still a chance to help the middle-aged woman.
“Mother, Zhora home!” screeched Zhora, putting a sling bag over the nightstand. Then berbirit approached Lena with some objects that were being torn apart by him. Lena smiled, wiping off the sweat with palms filled with her cooking ingredients.
“Mother, Zhora isn't late, is she? Come on, Ms. Zhora help!” Lena nodded enthusiastically, giving the gap a place for her girl. Before that, Zhora washed her hands with soap and approached Lena.
After hours of struggling with the ingredients to make the getuk, finally the style of Lena has formed beautifully. Zhora was happy, seeing her mother smiling towards her.
“Thanks, babe.” Zhora nodded happily, smiling widely showing how happy he was now. Then, Zhora stood up to wash her hands, and prepared to take a bath.
Entering the room, take a blue towel and walk towards the toilet. After performing the ritual bath, Zhora came out of the bathroom with a body wrapped in a towel. Opening the brown closet, looking for some clothes he could use.
Settle down for a while in bed, staring at the ceiling of his room that was worn out with age. If it rains heavily, Zhora will feel the water droplets in each room. Sometimes, Zhora had to check the weather so as not to be surprised to have to prepare a bucket to accommodate the falling water.
Zhora became concerned about Xessi's words earlier, her mind was distressed to hear the statement. Zhora herself, did not know what this feeling was. A feeling that the owner cannot describe.
Busy with thoughts of the girl kissing Atlas' cheek, all of a sudden..
Drrr.
The old mobile phone vibrated, indicating a message coming in. Does boss Theo want to tell you something, or will Zhora be fired? Wanting to finish off the curiosity, Zhora changed position to sit down. Picking up the old phone, then an unknown number that interferes with its lying activities.
089572xxx
Atlases. Promise lo pay off, tomorrow to the arena Xx deket shop Xx. 9 O'clock at night.
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