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Our Latitude - Part 11 Latitude

Section 11 Latitude

Latitude Kemuning, Controller.

I woke up not in my cottage, not in the middle of the garden, but in a place I had never seen. Before I figure out where this is, automatically, I find out what time it was. Something I do every waking up. From the non-curtained Jen-Dela, I saw the sky glow-and-dark blue. It tells me that the night has passed. Dark blue is the color of the dawn sky before the break of dawn.

I don't believe that. Because the last time I woke up, it was about eight in the night. Time yes, anyway, I slept—or fainted— all that time? I lifted my back and pressed it with my elbow to find a cell phone. I used to check the time there. Instead of a cell phone, I instead saw Papa still asleep in a hammock that was tung tung crosswise cut the width of the room.My head twirled for a while to be sure because it suddenly realized something. I know where this is, finally. This must be the front cabin. Here there is no bed above like in the back hut. So Papa sleeps in the hammock. I lay on the sofa myself. My body is wrapped in a blanket of knitted grey wool yarn.

Papa's moving. Eyes open. He took a breath. The sound of her breathing and breathing was loud. Rubbing his eyes, he called my name.

“Lin. Wake up?”

“Hu-um,” I replied while enforcing.

Slowly, I pulled over the blanket and lowered my legs until I stepped on a dark gray, hairy pan-jang thick patch. I didn't feel like I was wearing socks last night, but now I'm wearing a pair of male socks. It could be Papa's and he's the one who put it together.

Papa also got off his hammock. With ge-friend still limp because he just woke up, he stood up and took off one hammock hook then tied it together on the opposite side, so that no longer blocked the way to the cottage kitchen. Papa stepped gontai into the bathroom which was only about three meters away.Taken folding the blanket, I circled around. Here there are not many furniture such as lodge bela-kang. There is only one sofa, one small work desk, and a drawing table. On a small table, I saw a tape recorder, a cassette player that is now pu-well like a dinosaur.

At the end there, there is a kitchen—isi not sekom-plet kitchen cottage back— adjacent to the bathroom. At the top of the wall of the cottage, dike-pung hanging cabinets as the color of the wall decorator. Papa came out of the bathroom with a fresher face. He immediately spread out prayer and prayer. I went into the bathroom because I was urinating. There was a mucus on the prayer mat when I came out of the bathroom, got me back in for

wudu.

When I finished the prayer, the dawn broke and I saw a reddish sky from the window. Cool view. Papa was busy in the kitchen. The friendly-looking man was preparing eggs and pouring oil into the frying pan.

“Sini, Latitude, Pa,” haggku. “Neventless. You're still limp.” “Ngak. Latitude is okay.”

“Yakin?” Papa looked at me for a moment. “Yes, already,” he continued after seeing me nod. “Create our drinks only. Papa green tea. If you want milk, look in that cupboard. There's milk chocolate powder. Fresh milk again abis. Papa hasn't shopped.”Papa continues his activities of breaking te-lur-eggs. I saw a small rice cooker next to the electric stove working on rice.

“You often cake that, Lin?” ask Papa. “Often why, Pa?”

“Faints.”

“Udah 'no, anyway, Pa.”

I almost said that it's been coming back recently, but I'm holding back. Papa must ask what is and will continue to ask more details. It's not time to tell him this. Later Papa became worried and I will be returned to Medan.

“So that's why? What today Papa an-tar back to Medan aja, yes, meet Mbak Icha?”

I cringe. Bener, right? “E-eh, no, Pa! No. no, no need. It's, right, the first day of working latitude.”

“If about that, Papa later told Nisa, her mother Charity if you are no longer healthy.”

“Don't, dong, Pa. The first day bo- los?”

“Papa worried, Lin. Your father will be blamed by your mother. Males Papa confronts the Amazon jungle lion again.”

I stopped sneaking chocolate milk powder and smilingly looked at Papa. “Pa, since Papa brought Lin-tang here, without Latitude saying goodbye, also has made it easy to sift Papa in the eyes of the lions of the Amazon Forest.”“Well, that!” pekiknya.

“But, it's easy. Can Top latitudein.”

“The worse the forest lion is raging-nya, if you are here continue your health condition does not get better, Lintaaang..” Papa swanthan metapku memelas.

“Gini aja, Pa. Meet Mbak Icha does not have to go to Medan. Ntar can be via Skype or video call WA,” I said give an idea. “The important thing Papa has a strong internet network, no?”

“Do not underestimate Papa's place, even though this is on the mountain. Have you seen the highest antenna in the corn garden?”

I'm nodding.

“Udah knows the answer, right?”

I smiled broadly. Not for a strong in-ternet network, but because it has succeeded in making Papa suspend the intention of returning me to Medan. The water in the kettle that Papa had attacked was boiling. I brew chocolate milk for me and green tea for Papa.

***

With Chevrolet, I drove Papa to the Charity residence. The distance is not far. The first day, let Papa take me and introduce me to the family. Maybe, tomorrow-tomorrow I'll go alone on the bike I saw yesterday. Hopefully the bike is still good.I remember the contents of all the social media today. Earlier while having breakfast with Papa on the terrace of the cottage, I casually opened my medsos. All the places were filled with the same hot news. Mugkin my expression was terrible when staring at the screen hape, because Papa so asked.

“Why, Lin?”

No use of talking, I handed my phone to Papa for his own viewing. Mama's voice from the video on Instagram echoed in the cottage. Papa shakes regretting the incident that drew pa Mama. Mama confessed that she had spread hoaxes. He didn't hit anyone. He did operate on his face. It makes a scene one ne-gara. Something he presents like a fancy right-hand ma for an incumbent success team. Because, Mama is a supporter of the president opposite.

I still can't believe Mama had plastic surgery to change her face. But I am aware of two things. First, nothing is impossible for a woman like Mama. And, second, I never understood him.

He and the political world, like the Mist Lake in Hu-tan Prohibition and the Bermuda Triangle. Both mis- terius and not hidden to the bottom.Papa quickly turn off the video of Mama's confession and hand the phone to me. He just gave me the trousers again. The man seemed to be at a loss for words. Shortly thereafter, he said in a reassuring tone,

I nodded, smiled, and sipped my chocolate milk. Here the hot chocolate milk quickly turns to cold. Same with the weather in my heart that quickly went from warm to cold. Let me just try to convince my heart, Mama's gonna be fine. He had many friends of one interest in his political world. There's Aunt Lea anyway.

“You can definitely cut it.” Papa touched my shoulder as if he knew the worry in my heart.

The fences of the plants running through the family home of Charity are visible. Papa turns and the car stops right in front of the fence. Papa stuck his hand out the car window to squeeze the bell into a mop on a marble wall. The sound of the bells was heard.

“Who?” greet the sound from the speaker near the bell. “Eky,” sahut Papa.

 Sounded ‘klik’ once, then the fence memge-ser automatic to the side. Papa stepped on the gas and the car started to enter the yard which yesterday I could only look at. The park is really beautifully arranged. Mixed style gardens in Japan and Bali.When Papa parked the car, the main door in the form of intricately carved wood opened. From inside the car I saw a beautiful, short-haired woman. She's dressed casually. The woman smiled very widely.

I pulled the guitar suitcase and hooked it to the shoulder. When getting out of the car, a little girl appeared who was no less sweet. He waved cheerfully at Papa and smiled kindly at me. Smile-se-nickle they I reply no less friendly.

“It's Latitude, right?” greet the woman while reaching out to me as soon as we get to the door.

I caught his hand. “Iya, Mum.”

“I Nisa. Call me Ma'am. It's Charity. Greetings, Nak.”

Charity shook her head and kissed my hand. The boy then ran over and hugged Papa. It was a bit of a surprise that I saw their familiarity.

“Om haven't been here in a long time.”

“Iya, Om much work in Medan,” replied Papa.

I immediately dismissed the oddity. Many children are easily familiar with others. Papa is also a friendly and kind man. So, it is possible during the project in ru-mah, Papa immediately familiar with Charity.I continue to look at Mbak Nisa while traveling to the back garden. He's still young. His age may still be in his thirties. If he claims he is not married and has no children, people will believe him. In fact, if he's a high school uniform, it's still very appropriate. You see, his body shape is thin, slim, and still looks like a teenager. There are no signs of age and having given birth.

After passing room after room artistically inside the house, we arrived at the back garden. There's a swimming pool! Before reaching the pond and ta-man behind, there was a fairly spacious open room. This open space is divided into sections. There is a counter like in the bar that brunts into the kitchen on the inside, there are large wooden chairs, and there is a section for sports equipment wah. We are welcome to sit on that wooden chair.

“This is your papa who made it, Lin.” Mbak Nisa gave the info while smiling as usual. He looked at Papa briefly. An odd view, I think.

“Oh, yes? Good, Pa,” my compliment to Papa.

“Your greatest father, Lin. If he doesn't he-bat, it can't be a subscription. Almost all the furniture in this house made by your father,” reportedly again.I nodded while circling a circle. Charity seems familiar to Papa.

“Take the guitar, son,” command Mbak Nisa on Charity.

The little white and red-lipped girl immediately ran in. His long hair was swaying. He looks so excited. I also caught his spirit.

Charity came back here with a guitar in the field. I was a little nervous about starting the first lesson. Usually Mer will come out to help me if I meet new people. But, he, Mother Ret, and Civa are being moved to the Rose Cottage. They did not let me out.

“We go in first, yuk, Bang.” Suddenly Ma'am Ni-Sa nyeletuk invite Papa in. “Let's interrupt Chaca.”

Papa's moving clumsily.

“You guys talk about the next project, Bang,” added Mbak Nisa maybe to eliminate the clogging.

I saw Papa smiling. What's wrong with them? It's more than just about the project. Don't tell me they're interested in each other. Nay! Nisa still has a husband, right? And Papa, though still handsome and dashing, is too old for him!

“OK, can-can,” Papa's mouth is a little more san-tai than before.

Moments I was silent to neutralize the ‘strange familiarity’ I just saw. I finally smiled at Charity. Kupandangi. Her breasts have not grown. Body shape was be-lum engraved like a woman when heading to the process ‘adult’. I'll make sure she hasn't menstruated. However, the nine-year-old girl, has been emitting the beauty of a woman. He's been insular. Lucky this girl doesn't live in a big city. The place is so cool. He must have had a very happy childhood.

“Include, I Lintang Kemuning,” said I opened the session rigidly.

“Yes, Chaca knows, Brother. Om Eky many stories with Mama about Sister,” her response was cheerful.

The way he answered casually made me feel stuck. He's a nine-year-old who has absolutely no stiffness in talking to new people. I try to throw away the groggy taste. His battery, in this cold air, my sweat even appeared to fill my forehead. Had Civa not been frightened again, he could have appeared and would have loved to meet Charity. That would be very helpful.

Please, please don't panic. Anxiety, go far. Let me go first. It's my first day.“Brother sick?” charity asked looking at me worriedly. “Eh, no. No, kok. Try...” I stopped to gulp to suppress my anxiety. “Try telling me about yourself so much. Brother wants to know you first.”

I finally found a way. While I haven't been able to calm myself down, I asked him first to speak. But, when the boy started talking, I saw Majoru in the corner of the pool. He's waving bai.

“Bedebah,” gumamku. “What, Brother?” said Charity. “Neg. Continue, continue.”

Charity continued the story about her. The words from his mouth were less I could hear. The sound of Ma-yoru kayaking filled my ears.

“Help me, Lintang. Watashi no Minako.”

I lowered my head, closed my eyes, then pitted the middle of my forehead with my index finger and thumb. Whoever heard me at the Tree House, I need your help.