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Our Latitude - Part 21 Latitude

Section 21 Latitude

Latitude, Controller.

CAFE is crowded. We were greeted by a friendly waiter and dressed. Literature Coffee, the name of the cafe that kece displayed in large size in front. Paintings and 90s pop-style trinkets are scattered everywhere. The displays contain more philosophical and inspirational words.

I rarely go to cafes, unless Mer is on ‘depan’. I never had a friend to go to the cafe with. I have a close friend since Junior High, her name is Yura. But he is a homebody. He likes to stay at home. When we go to the mall, we just go to the movies and go home. It rarely happened again when he was in college and he moved to England.

 Working with a girlfriend? I never had a boyfriend. Under these circumstances, I never had the confidence to deal with any guy. Mer has managed to keep me close to a few guys. But, in the end, I made a mess. So, you could say, this is my first time with a man. I was happy because the man was my papa.We arrived just as the azan Magrib was mumbling. Papa immediately performed his worship. I'll wait to take turns. I ordered Latte and for Papa I impressed— like he said before to the cafe musala—Esspreso.

“Om Eky!” greet someone while approaching our table, just as Papa has just returned from your sala.

I was surprised to look at him.

“Eh, tea lover, is here?” greet Chris Pine— uh, what was his name yesterday?— with a deathly smile that expands.

I smiled, probably because I was intimidated by her smile. Not because I wanted to fuck her.

“You know each other?” ask Papa wonder.

The man in the black shirt was sitting on a ko-song chair at our table.

“Sama-sama customer Tea Pot Cafe.” He knitted his eyebrows for me. I don't know what that means?“Ordinary me the wrong place, now he,” lan-jutya.

I smiled wryly. That wasn't me. That's Mere-dith. I'd rather find it suitable in a coffee shop ketim-bang tea shop.

“Well, Om alone, how can I equal him?” Calling the pronoun ‘dia’ in a certain tone in front of his people instantly sounds disrespectful—minimal in my opinion.

“Lah, This latitude is my son.” Papa pulled my shoulder until it became closer to him. I stumble again. I saw the man's face change like he had just swallowed the table in front of him.

“Serious, Om?” He widened his eyes, exposing the light brown color of his eyeballs. Some tribes in Indonesia, have the color of eyeballs as brown as almonds.

Papa I saw her nodding deeply and smiling. “My toughest, most proud son in the world, most beautiful.”

“Pa...,” scolds me in a flat voice, objecting to the excessive praise.

“More rames, yes, your cafe, Literature?” ask Papa, divert the conversation.

Now replace me who is shocked. It's just, elbow expres are not more like the man I just remembered named Literature. And, yes, the name of this cafe is Literary Coffee. So they have a lot of business in the land of the Sibayaks? Hotels, cafes, then what else?

“Lumayan, Om. Use the strategy of hoeing komu-nitas-communities in Medan. Even though it's only a weekend, it's good. Can cover the days before lumnya.”

“Remember, cuddle people easily. Make loyal people difficult. The point is to maintain the quality of coffee taste here.”

“Ready, Om!”

“Tomorrow no event, Sas?” Papa asked again.

The question made me a little suspicious. “Why, Om? Can, really, be canceled if there is something more interesting,” he said ceria.“Up, yuk, nginep semalem aja,” invite Papa. “Si- baayak. Ladder path aja.”

I glared, held my seat up, and then tapped Papa. I thought it was just a trip alone. There must be someone else? Indeed, all can be overcome by asking Mer for help. However, first, this will add to the burden of Mer—yang ma-sih afraid to come out. Second, I'm leaving because of Papa. If someone else makes you uncomfortable, why?

 “Bertiga?” tanyanya while moving her mouth-watering around in front of the three of us.“Your brother has a job at the hotel. So, the three of us,” explained Papa.

“It looks interesting, Om. Okay, I'm coming!”

“Bro!” A man at another table called Literature.

“I stay a while, yes, Om, Lin,” part.

“See you tomorrow!”

“OK!” Papa raised his hand. “Pa, what happened to him?”

“Why, Lin?”

“Kan, there's Papa, Lin. You don't have to talk to both of them. If it's uncomfortable, he doesn't need you to talk. Assume she does not exist.”

“Pa ”

“There must be someone else besides the two of us, Lin. Papa is old, at least if Papa soybean, someone help us.”

Hearing that reason, I just accepted. Papa be-nar's. “Telah.”

I snorted my Latte when I heard that whisper again.

I know you heard me, Lintang. You don't pretend you don't see me. I'm tormented if you do.

 Felixia! my screams in my heart while closing my eyes.

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

“How are you, Om?” my sap was friendly when I saw his father Kak Lin sipping his coffee.

He lifted his face from his glass and tapped me. “Who?”

“Tuck, dong, Om. Time has forgotten me.

Just last night I met.” “Felixia?”

“Quickly!” I suck because I really enjoy this game of guessing.

“Why do you always show up night-night?” “I showed up because I was called Brother Lin,” I replied

truthfully.

“Why? Why did he call you back to me?”

“Because. ” I postponed my words for berpi-

kir, can I tell you about Majoru? “Because what?” insist men mustache like Mario

This bross.

“Because Brother Lin doesn't like night air.” I chuckle awkwardly.

 Her father Lin looked at me in disbelief. “True just because of that?” he asked while shaking his face to me.What, the hell, does this Old Man want?

“Not because Latitude is angry with me, right?” “Anged?” I asked back because I did

don't understand.

“Yes, I invited my friend to come with us two camps tomorrow. He doesn't seem happy. Keep on, there you are here.”

I'm shaking. “I don't think that's it, deh, Om.”

“So?”

“I.., I don't know, Om. Well, later Om asked himself just the same Kak Lin. Anyway, now I have to be here no matter what.”

I looked for Kak Lin's phone so there was busy and switched from Om Eky's question. Te-but, I found a weird thing in his hoodie pocket instead. Uh, what tape is this?

“Eit, save it well, Felix! Don't be lost. That's a precious object Latitude.”

“OK, okay, Om. Don't panic. I'm gonna go find Cape Lin. Where, yes?” I asked as I turned this seemingly sacred cassette back and searched in another bag.

Well, meet. It's in the pants pocket. Brother Lin brought his earphones as well—thank God. I turn on the music from the phone and listen through the earphones. I saw his papa Brother Lin was a bit upset. Care so damn crazy anjir shithead! Importantly, I was saved from for example being blamed for telling me about Majoru. I no longer want to be thrown into the Prohibition Forest.