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Our Latitude - Part 17 Latitude

Section 17 Latitude

Latitude Kemuning, Controller.

ONE night surpassed with praise thanks to the diran Felixia. Even though Papa had a breakfast story, he did not like Felixia's attitude.

“Why, anyway, is there such an alter in you, Lin?” tanyanya while feeding rice sat in her mouth.

The rice was brought by Mr. Ginting, one of the employees at Papa's workshop. Papa said, he deliberately put his workers off two days ago so that he could focus on taking care of my move. Today Papa's workshop is back in operation, finishing order after order.

I shrugged my shoulders before telling Papa about how the alter-alter appeared. I myself am not sure what reasons are mocking alter with a certain attitude appear.“Felixia's brutal traits appear when Lin-tang High School, Pa. At that time, Lin's disease had not been met. Continues, when Lin attended college, if not wrong in 2013, we received the appearance of Felixia in the Tree House. A year after Lintang was diagnosed with DID in 2012. He's a troublemaker. Said Mbak Icha, Felixia alter seems to be from the Latitude High School. He was there long before 2012.”

“Disturbing alterers what can not be expelled, Lin?” Papa asked seriously.

“Can, anyway, Pa. Depends on how annoying he is. If it is no longer useful in the system, he can be exiled.”

I want a longer story for Papa, but I need to finish breakfast quickly. In an hour I have to get to Chaca's house. After all, if I were to tell you everything, it would have to be a shout about Mayoru as well. It'll be longer. If the time is right, I will tell you. If Papa asks if the alter can be removed

right forever? Lt could. In addition to having sing-kirkan Felixia, we also once got rid of other alter people. It happened five years ago.

Called Sylia. Sylia is a five-year-old woman with a clinical spirit. He was always filled with grief and was likely to want to commit suicide. He was also frail and sick. Although when viewed physically, he is not dangerous even very ra-puh, actually he is very dangerous. He is obsessed with the supernatural world. For him it was a fun game. He made all the inhabitants of the system fear-and.As I have told you, I have the ability to see supernatural beings since childhood. My mother's camp, actually tried to be lost by Aunt Lea and Mama. They called ustaz to do rukiyah. For several years, I escaped the terror of supernatural apparitions.

At its peak, a year after I got to know all the alter and the Tree House system, Sylia did ritu-al spirit summoning. As a result, the Tree House System is topsy-turvy. The condition of the tree house is like a tsunami. It was then that the Felixia alter appeared in the Tree House. He's an alter who can't feel the presence of supernatural beings. I admit, he helped us. And now, it seems like he's doing that again.

That time so that chaos does not happen again, we all agreed to ‘throw away’ Sylia for a long time. His character is no longer useful for our sis-tem. He just ruined. Yeah, maybe you already know the story goes, that Fe-Lixia turned up. He solved one problem and unfortunately, caused a new problem. Then Felixia was exiled as well.I pedaled the bike casually. Papa's bike is still good. I just need to bomb his tires a little. Guitar suitcase I put in pung-gung. The sun makes the morning warm. I still wear a sweater. A trip to work is very fun.

The vines fence is visible. I'm whining like Papa did yesterday.

“Who?” ask the person inside the speaker.

“Latitude,” I replied while pressing a button.

Clangs. Shiying the Fence was sliding itself. I

incoming soon. Before long the fence closed back. Da-ri an intricately carved door, Chaca's head looks puffed up.

“Sister! Good morning!” sapanya friendly. “Good morning, Chaca.”

He greeted me and took my hand in. “Om not coming, Brother?”

“Om much work at home.”

“Oh.... Later we play the horses again like yesterday, yes, Kak?”

“What?” pekikku.

Uncle Weirdo!

***

 Today, Chaca looked bored. Maybe, because I taught him guitar theory first. It has to be, I think. Because before we can play guitar, we must first know what objects we play this. Makes sense, right? However, it seems like he has been influenced by Uncle Weirdo who must have mostly invited him to play.

“OK! In order not to be bored, Brother Lin has a game!”

“Yeiiiy!” Chaca immediately shouted happily.

I remember my play with Mbak Icha when I was bored and depressed in our consultation sessions. “The name of this game is Pat On Sundays! Know the song Ride Delman, right?”I saw Chaca frowning a little.

“Oh, the. Know, Brother! Know!”

“Nih, Sister teach her clap first.”

When I gave the example of a pat on Cha-ca, my tail saw that someone was turning us off. Out of curiosity, I turned to make sure, whether it was Majoru's ghost or who.

Gluey!

In-he? Isn't that Captain Kirk aka Chris Pine from Tea Pot Cafe? Oh, my gosh. Why did you come here. He smiled and went back in. “Cha, whose man is it?”

“Mana, Brother?” Chaca. Of course he doesn't see anyone anymore now.“There was a man wearing a white T-shirt and shorts.”

“Oh... that's Om Chaca, Mama's sister. Just came from Medan last night.”

Not to be mistaken, he must be the guy who was staring at me weirdly at the Tea Pot Cafe. I'm pretty sure he's picking up Mer. That's why last morning, Mer made breakfast there. Because Mer knew it was the last morning we were in Medan. Mer would be happy to know this. Unfortunately, Mer hasn't been able to get out. I just realized. There was something amazing today.

Majoru hasn't seen the stem of his throat sam-pai this second. That's relieving. Hopefully, manya.

***

Finally, the second meeting was a success. There are no meaningful obstacles. Except for Chaca's funny protest because I seemed less excited today. If he had known, that no one could have rivalled Uncle Weirdo's spirit.

When I want to say goodbye to Mbak Nisa, it turns out that she is not at home. Though I want to tease her by pretending to say Papa send greetings. Well, it's pretty good to be Papa's match. Ms. Nisa to the hotel, Chaca said. Yesterday Papa had told me that Mbak Nisa was the owner of several hotels and lodging around Berastagi. Pantesan kaya.I had a bad time looking for Captain Kirk. Te-but, the guy somehow disappeared to nowhere, considering this house is quite large and two-story. When I put my bike down and started pedaling, I heard someone screaming.

“Wait!”

I looked over, well, Captain Kirk. Why am I behaving this way? In his hand were several pieces of paper. And it can't be a love letter.

“This is yours to miss,” said.

Oh, yeah, sure it wasn't a love letter. That's my lesson plan. Why didn't Chaca, yeah, drive her to me? Ah, can't ge-er. I'm not getting back on my bike soon. He walked out and we met halfway. This guy is really handsome.

“It looks like we've met, huh?” he said, handing over the paper.

“Maybe,” I said, embarrassed to admit blatantly-te-rank that I remember very much the ka-mi meeting.

“Oh, Tea Pot Cafe, yes?”

 “Perhaps, two days ago I went there,” answer-I still ogah admit that I remember wa-jahan.“Yeah, I was there too. I'm Sastra.” He extended a hand.

“Lintang,” I replied as I shook his hand nervously. I'm stiff as a fainting pep.

“Iya, I remember you. I think yesterday it was in a hurry out of the cafe if not wrong, yes.”

“He-em.” I don't know what else to comment. Meredith, I need your help!

“Eh, sorry, I have to go home. Excuse me.” Immediately I took my bike and got out of front of him.

“Still, yes!” I said again, lifting the papers without looking.

“Yes, equally. Tomorrow come here again, right?” his question.

I wanted to answer, but it was not possible

kin. “Ya!”