We're Latitude
Our Latitude - Part 12 Latitude
Section 12 Latitude
Uncle Weirdo's alter.
SUDDENLY, there was a beautiful little boy in front of me. “Hey, hey, beautiful girl? How’re you doin’?”
The boy looked at me in wonder.
“Don’t be afraid of me, yeah, little sweety girl. So, tell me, what are we doing now?” I said as I frowned, begging him to give me some info about what Lintang was doing.
“Not an English lesson for sure,” he replied in a unsure voice and showed his guitar.
I laughed out loud. “Huahahaha! Yeah, you’re right. You and your guitar, right?”
He's a good Indonesian boy in his English. So that he is not too confused, I will act like Lintang. I'm not too ta-hu how to be a latitude. Ah, yes, the right ti Lintang does not use English in everyday life.“Okay fine! Let's start the lesson. Uh, who was your mom, Sweety?”
“Kak Lin is funny, deh. Really forgetful. Call me Chaca, Brother,” he said with a chuckle.
“Hehe, sorry, Chaca. In that case, we start de-ngan to learn the spirit song to hunt!” my peek.
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Latitude Kemuning, Controller.
Such is. My first day of teaching was taken over by Uncle Weirdo. Part of me is really grateful. He rarely shows up. A clamor appeared when not one other alter could appear. He saved my first day. Although I can't imagine how messed up he's teaching. He's a hunter, not a guitar teacher.
Part of me was disappointed too. Why can't I master my first day? This should be my day. Whatever it is, thank you, Pa-man Weirdo. If there is no him, maybe I am now being rushed ‘lag’ to the hospital in Medan. To make matters worse, my new student will see his teacher ‘kirau balau’. ‘Kekacaubalauan’ Uncle We-irdo is still much more decent than me when ‘kumat’.I'm on the way home now. Precisely inside the Chevrolet Papa that rolls slowly back home.
“So you were excited ‘times, yes?” papa sam-bil said drive.
“Yah. Well, that's it, Pa.” I smiled stiffly.
Surely I was moving a lot, pecking, and installments, typical of Uncle Weirdo. Even so, I'm sure Chaca is not disturbed and even happy. Pa-man Weirdo is easy for kids—especially for a child as souple as Chaca.
“Btw, where is Mbak Nisa's husband, Pa?” I finally figured out a way to deflect that confused thought. Minimal time in front of Papa. I'm afraid these golden things are known to him.
“They're separated,” replied Papa flat.
I turned my head, gave a meaningful smile, then squinted at Papa.
“What, Lin? Why?” ask Papa in a ri-ang tone. He almost laughed.“Pantesan,” I said. “What order?”
“I think you like each other, deh,” my knot. “Can be.” Papa answered while giving
the smile of an adult.
How, yeah, do I describe the smile of a grown man? Anyway Papa looks radiant like a kasmaran teenager, but does not lose the aura of his adult man. Papa also tried to be honest, but not in a tacky way. He does not argue. He admits it in a sweet way.
“Papa has been alone for a long time. There is no harm in starting a new relationship.”
Papa whining. I'm ready to get the words ‘kids know what, anyway, about adults?’, as I often get from Mama if berko-tar about it. But Papa then stumbled.
“Nisa the rich woman. Papa kinda trau-ma same rich woman.” Papa laughed off.
That laugh made me feel comfortable and became the kind of gate that let me in to participate in Papa's life. I suddenly felt meaningful and considered.
“Not all rich women like Ma-ma, Pa,” I said.
“Iya, anyway.”“How long has Papa known Mbak Nisa?” “About two years.”
“Udah long enough to know each other.”
“Iya, anyway, but Papa is still in doubt. Now, Papa's focus is on you. Papa still wants to enjoy the same with this beautiful Papa girl.”
I smiled broadly at the diplo-matis answer. Papa absolutely does not want to avoid this discussion. But, it seems, yes! But I guess I should hear that. I'm a cry-mouthed pep. Papa managed to silence my mouth to not talk about Ms. Nisa any further. While-ra, I enjoyed the happiness Papa praised. Because, yes, I also actually want to be with Papa who was once taken away.
