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Our Latitude - Part 16 Latitude

Section 16 Latitude

Latitude Kemuning (Controller), Pi-nus cottage.

A BIT difficult to get out of the inner world, if it is too long inside. Like a person who ‘ty’ or like sleep paralysis. Therefore, I rarely linger in the inner world if I do not have to. Waking difficult.

I found my body lying sideways on the bed. My head is dizzy, like a man who is forced to get up while he is slow. When I opened my eyes, my eyes blurred. I blinked. The sound of the door being knocked over is getting ken-cang.

“Latitude! The cross! You okay?”

That's Papa's voice. “Yes, Pa! Bentar,” answered me with a hoarse voice.I had locked the cottage from the inside, so as not to be disturbed when traveling in the inner world. I got up and went down slowly. My head was about to explode.

“You why, Lin?” shoot Papa worried for a second after the door I slide open.

“Nothing, Pa. Lintang overslept.” I le-Kas turned around and sat on the sofa. My body is still le-mas. Tired really back and forth Tree House and Rose Cottage.

“Papa guess why. In-WA is not threaded. Called, not picked up. Next time, if you cut the door from the inside, the key is removed. If there is anything, Papa can open using a spare key from the outside,” ce-car Papa panicked.

Other people may feel disturbed when in-the-shelter of their parents. But, I'm not. I'm even nang. Look, yeah, it feels cared about?

“Iya, Pa.” I leaned back on the sofa while lamenting my hair with my fingers.

“Sini Papa trim your hair, like a lion it was diirin long time.”

“Papa can trim?” many wonder.

“Bisale. Keciiil!” he said as he walked over to da-pur and opened the drawer. He gets scissors from one of the drawers and a comb in the other drawer. The drive back to me.“Papa seriously?” I widened my eyes.

“That's! There, out. Sit in the seat under pi-nus there.” He snorted when he saw me still leaning on the sofa. “Sana, Latitude...” Papa pulled le-ngan and pushed my shoulder slowly so I could get out.

I remembered something and turned around again. “What else, Lin?”

“Take hape, Pa. Above.” “Cepet!”

Papa was waiting under the Lonely Pine when I came out. The afternoon wind hit my face. This afternoon is bright, although the wind is quite strong. It didn't rain like yesterday. I sat on a wooden bench. The bench was a little damp, but I sat still.

“Pa, which is good, yes. Don't be too short, Pa. Rapiin aja,” my door.

“Yes, Papa knows. Calm down ajalah.”

I let Papa do his thing. When checking your phone, there are over a hundred an-calls and hundreds of WA message notifications. I think it's ha-his call from Papa. It turned out that some of the calls and messages were from Aunt Lea and Mama's numbers.

“Pa!”

“Hei! Don't move!”

“Mama called, Pa,” I said in a panic.

 “Papa know. He called Papa too.”I looked back and looked at Papa. “Mama say what?”

“Haish, Latitude. Lasak2 bingit. Don't move

why first, anyway?” Papa turned my head to look forward again. Not to forget, he also pushed my head slowly to be more submissive.

I'm not sure, deh, look at the way Papa pruned. If in the technical salon is partly tied first his hair, just cut a little. It's not. Play directly. Kayak wood mow to make a table. But it's up to Papalah how good.

“Mama say what, Pa?” I asked while trying not to move at all.

“Ya, obviously angry big. But Papa has clearlyin, kok,” explained Papa while continuing to be busy with his workers in my head.

“What Papa said?”

“Papa bring you here temporarily, for holiday aja.”

“Papa not being honest?”

“Kayak doesn't know your mom. Let dululah. Later we can explain slowly.” My hairpins began to fall to the ground.

“What did Mama say?”

“He asks how many days?”

2 Move a lot, to and fro124

“What Papa replied?” “One month.”“What did Mama say?”

“Obviously, he didn't accept. Three more days, he and Aunt Lea picked you up here.”

“What?”

”Lintang.., help me...” The ugly voice of Majoru ha-dir at the most violent time in the world.

***

Frowning, I stared at my weird hair in cer-min. Slightly sorry, why let the carpenter prank my hair. Straight, anyway, straight. Flat, anyway, flat. But the fall so kayak shape of the edge of the table: straight and rigid. I was like wearing Lady Gaga's wig. The difference is, this is not colorful.

To reduce the taper corners are beaming and dangerous, the bamboo curtain bangs Papa ku-ku decided to pull to the left side and pin him with a bobby pin. Good thing I always had that black hairpin. Because I don't like to tie my hair. In activities that require neatness—like national exams, teaching, college dang, graduation, job interview— mediocre-nya I use bobby pin only to menjikan my hair.

The decision to hide the bamboo curtain bangs may disappoint ‘trimmer-nya’. Because Papa likes that part the most. He said, when my hair was long and disheveled, I looked like Avril Lavigne in her rebellious style. And now, he thinks, I still look like a female singer who has been trending in the early two thousand years, but it's already a K-pop version. How, tuh? Only Papa understands what that means. Yeah, just surrender. I don't like Papa's haircuts, but I like the way he treats me and watches me. We can't get everything in this world, right? So, we have to ‘smart’ choose. Hair, after all, can be long again. However, feeling the presence, attention, and affection of the parents? Do you know if you can live long or not? My dad is 54 now. You know, what I mean?

I just got back from the front hut for dinner and called Ma'am Icha. In fact, I do not need Mbak Icha, at least not need. If it can still be overcome on its own, I will overcome it myself. If it is not too dependent on others anymore, it means that my treatment has been successful. Only, Papa forced to Skype-an with Ma'am Icha.

Finally, Icha talked more

with Papa. Papa also asked. He claimed to often get panic when haunting me, even though it was only two days. So in my opinion, who needs ‘si’ with Mbak Icha is indeed Pa-pa.When Papa chatted with Mbak Icha earlier, I sat in front of Papa's drawing table, took a ker-bag, he said, and devised a lesson plan for Chaca. Yesterday, the first meeting was definitely filled ‘holiday’ by Uncle Weirdo. So, tomorrow I'll ‘pay chaos’ that first meeting with his earnest lesson.

It's nine o'clock at night. I decided to take a quick break to get fit again tomorrow. Today is so tired. After locking the door—and removing the key as Papa advised earlier this afternoon— I stepped up to the bed.

“Aaaaaa!”

Unexpectedly he turned around and revealed his hideous face. Balance disappeared. I fell down the stairs in a sitting position. Then, my sight blackened.

 Alter Felixia (17 years old, fan of Yami-Kawaii Style).

I found myself stranded on a wooden floor. Waw! Kawaii, cute, funny this tiny house. Where is this, anyway? Ah, motherfucker, shithead! I don't care where this is. For sure I am happy anjir, really use, can return to see the world in this way.

“Auch, ah, shithead! My ass hurts anjir! Pa-rah, bad!”

I stood up, stroking my ass, checking around. I saw the clock on the wall. Still afternoon. Nine o'clock it's still afternoon, motherfucker! Why am I silent as shit under po-hon? I'm afraid it's dilalerin again. Ah, yes, I know!

I'm looking for some nice clothes for the party tonight. But the contents of Lin's drawer are shitty pa-rah. Anjir. All oblong shirts! There's another one but a shirt. fashion RIP. Evil's! WTF anjir! It's hard on your life, Brother Lin. No exclamation!

Don't call me Felixia if you don't have any ideas for fun. I found eyebrow pencils and red lipstick in Brother Lin's drawer. With that, I can make Ghotic-Ghotic Rejoice theme makeup. I also found a plaster of unyu-patterned wounds. Cool!

Kusalin the velvet T-shirt that Kak Lin wore became a white T-shirt with a cartoon of a sad girl. I found my black-bladed skirt. Pretty much like a replacement for my cute tutu-kutu skirt. The skirt was worn with a white T-shirt that I put into the waist of the skirt. Later, just put on the skin boot Kak Lin. It's finished!I stood in front of the mirror. Hm, Brother Lin's hair, is it, weird? He is not usually this neat. But good, really!

I started to polish my face. Just for a second, I've been making bad smokey eyes crazy anjir! Polishing lips with thick-thick blood red lipstick. Yeaah! This is cool.

“Crazy Punk Girl featuring stream Yami-Kawaii is in the house!” pekikku jolly.

Suddenly there was a sound of something falling in the kitchen. No wind, no cat can fall alone. Even though I can't see that, I know, it was Majoru. In order to evict him, I ended up being exiled from the Prohibition Forest. So I have to do my job well. I have to get my happy life back.

I can't see you. Let alone. Keki, keki, deh lu, I'm cuekin, Satan!

One final touch to give an in-riku identity as a Yami-Kawaii. I opened a plaster of unyu-patterned wounds and attached them to the nose. Perfects. Beautiful me.. Anjir is severe! Uh, mak-sudnya, beautiful Kak Lintang if I have a makeover. Kukerjap-kimprekan eyelashes dabmaskara thick.

Now it's your turn to take care of the hair. I took off the bobby pin that was holding onto Kak Lin's bangs. Anjir beud, Brother Lin. Cute bangs gini, really, hidden, anyway! Pa-rah, bad! I straightened and tidied it with a comb, the bangs that had been forced to turn this. Ahah! Perfect.

Now, it's my time to get out of the house, to find ta-hu shithead Anjir what can I do tonight. I was in a panic when the door lock was in, but I couldn't open the door. Not long ago, I finally ngak anjir bad, ta-hu time this sliding door! Bad, bad!

As soon as I got outside, I realized that this was in the middle of the forest. I was only greeted by a simple crick! Damn crazy anjir! Why does Brother Lin now live in the middle of the forest? What can I do? Ah, but I was blown away by the twinkling pine tree. There's my bang too to sit around enjoying the night there. I went back to pick up Brother Lin's phone. The selfies on the lighted tree were engrossed as well, his kayak. I haven't taken a selfie in a long time. All together my work tonight: make over with makeshift equipment. That's what I'm going to write on Instagram. It must have been IG Kak Lin's many cobwebs as long as there wasn't me.

 The floor of the terrace was creaking as I ran out. It's cold here, too, yeah. When I was under the lighted pine, I found the land of the former pera-pian. This makes me have a better idea. The bonfire gun! When I looked around for campfire fuel, I found a corn tree. Ahah! Grilled corn. Iyes!I set up this bonfire party with some crap. I managed to pick up pine branches and make a fire that although not big, luma-yanlah. Now, just look for corn. When I was among the corn, I heard a voice from the bushes.

I don't care about you, Majoru!

“Mangery party starts!” my screech after picking up five corn cobs. I decided to make a video for the documentation and all gave Kak Lin inspiration. If she wants to style a little, she'll be le-bih beautiful.

As I was burning corn, I heard footsteps approaching. I'm giggling. Majoru bede-bah severe anjir that maksa beud neror Kak Lin. I'm not the same as I am. The sound of the step was getting closer, the more real it became as the figure of a large, mustachioed old man appeared before me.

I glared at him. Then, I rubbed my eyes to make sure I didn't see it wrong. No, don't tell me that I can see ghosts now. This ghost is in a short trouser, in a T-shirt, and wearing flip-flops.

“Papa thought you were going to sleep, Lin,” said in surprise.

“Eh, mmm, anu, not yet sleepy,” I said nervously. “Kok, no ngajakin Papa, want to make a bonfire? You can make it even bigger, Dad. Wait, yes,” the door while turning away.Yes, yes, go. Appreciable. This will give me time to think, what kind of shitty dog is going on in this world? Papa's? Wasn't Papa the figure that Brother Lin hated? Why does it look familiar now? I must have missed a lot of things. Brother Lin and his papa can make peace. Yeah, anybody can change. The biggest relief was that the man was not a ghost. I still can't see ghosts, huh, yeiiiy!

Before long, Papa Kak Lin returned with woods of various shapes and sizes. Looks like it's the wood from the carpenters waste. The man dumped it on the ground and began to pollute the wood plumes one by one into the flames. The fire soon grew.

“Yeeaaahhh, kereeen!” pekikku happy. “Wait, wait!” Papa Brother Lin looked at me he-

ran. “Why so menor so you, Lin?” “Hem?” muttered confused.

“Atau.. don't-don't, you. Who is this?”

“Who?” ask me back.“Yes, what's your name? That's definitely not Jaka, is it, huh?”

A jaka? Damn bad anjir! This old man knows about Jaka. Does that mean now I can tell you who I really am? I'm no different from Bang Jaka, am I? If Bang Jaka can already be known to others, why do I not?

“Not, Sir. I'm Felixia.”

“Oh, pantesan. Okay, okay.” The man was a man of mangosteen-gang-gut. He seemed to understand, but was confused. I was the opposite, confused but trying to understand.

“Father knows about Kak Lintang?” “That's it, he's my son.”

“Then... horeee!” I jumped up excited. Now, I don't have to hide myself anymore. “Let's party! You have beer?”

The man looked at me sharply. “What the fuck? Do not you put illegal objects into the body Latitude, yes!” angry shouting.

“Hehehe.” I hit my head that wasn't itchy. “Handering, Sir. Joking. Mr. seriously amat.”

“Eh, which is so unreliable, you know! Alcohol is not good for the body, especially for vulnerable Latitude bodies. Chocolate milk, if you want to drink. What age are you, anyway?”

 Damn beud, I got reps, I murmured in my heart.“Seventeen years old, Mr.”

“Yes, geez. You're so young! Don't do useless things, later. ”

Papa Kak Lin continued to nag. I was really joking. Because I myself have changed. After all, there is a rule from Kak Lin when we again ‘numpang’ on his body. I didn't respect it, but now I've changed. I can no longer break the rules.

“OOOM! STOOOP!” my yelling.

Papa's nagging Brother Lin stopped suddenly-ko-nyong.

“I want to make chocolate milk. Where's the chocolate milk, Om? Holdin, Om.”

His father, Kak Lin, received a branch that I had placed at the base of the corn as a stick. “In the kitchen, tuh!” he said while pointing at the cottage tem-pat Kak Lin was strangled with the tip of the corn.

“OK! Want chocolate milk too?” haggarku be kind.

“I coffee, can?” His tone was already soft lu-mayan.

“Good. Wait a minute!” I said as I ran into the cottage.