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Our Latitude - Part 22 Latitude

Section 22 Latitude

Kemuning Latitude (Controller).

WE arrived home at nine p.m. Again I was saved by Felixia who immediately returned to the Tree House. He feels safe. After all, he said, he could not get a warning Papa questions. According to him, Papa was very disturbed because his togetherness with me was interrupted. He was afraid of exploding and talking about things that he shouldn't talk about.

He wrote it all down in a reminder note on his phone. On the way home from the cafe, a wak-u Felixia ‘away’, my phone rang. It's not a reminder alarm. I opened the reminder note and I read a message from him. Smart and fast way to tell me what happened ‘outside’ as of yet.“Pa, I slept in the front cabin, yeah,”.

Frankly, I'm afraid to be alone right now.

“Latitude?” papa asked in a high voice sam-bil turned off the Chevrolet engine.

I'm nodding. “Bby aja.”

We both got out of the car and into the cottage.

“Why was there Felixia?” papa asked without any more ba-sac-tion while hanging a Chevrolet key on a nail and opening his jacket.

I'm speechless. I think it's a good time to tell this one fucking particle. Breathing out, I leaned my back against the sofa. I put both hands in the hoodie bag. I played the cassette box in there.

“You're angry with Papa for writing Literature?” Papa pulled up the high chair in front of the drawing table and sat there, looking at me.

“Not,”I replied briefly. “So?”

I took a breath. Sentences that I especially began to structure their form in the head. Now, I'm ready to tell you a story. “Lintang... is trying to expel a person.”.

“Someone?” Papa frowning.

“Actually someone is not a human.” “What, anyway, Lin? The story is clear,” pinta Papa is impatient.

“Lintang can see magical things,” I said I started.

Papa raised his eyes. Bummer.

Papa's silent. He folded his hands on his chest. Her fingers were playing around pinching her chin. “So, in the cafe earlier, someone came to bother you?”

I'm nodding. “This is one of the methods of Mbak Icha actually, Pa. According to him, all the ways to free me from those terrors failed because I still let them. My Ru-mah Tree system, must find its own way to get rid of all distractions. The best way in our opinion right now is to ask for help Felixia.”

“Yes, yes, Papa understands. Mmm, actually not too understand too, anyway,” he said. “Papa can give you advice, no?”I'm nodding.

“You may have heard, that we humans were created by God higher than the jinn and the like. All of it is in the control of our hearts and minds.” Papa cleared his throat before continuing, “Papa is indeed not ustaz and not as smart as a psychologist like Mbak Icha, but according to Papa, Papa, if we believe that we are better beings we can control them, not vice versa. Only one way, believe me. Menu-rutmu, what has made you so far managed to build ‘Tree’ House in your head?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Because you believe. You believe your alter-alters are there. Maybe, first time you-believe in Icha. Then, you believe that what he analyzed was exactly what he had in you. You then do all of his scientific advice with a great deal of trust. That trust finally managed to take you so far.”

“Yes, Papa's right. And currently Lintang believes, Felixia can make that bully go.”

“Seal! Papa doesn't blame your ways. But, every step should be a step up, not stagnant, let alone down. Don't you want that you are alone who can drive away those bullies? Now, Papa ta-nya, who made and worked so that ‘Home Tree’ goes well?”“Everything, Pa.”

Papa was silent for a moment. He looks disappointed. Maybe, he wants me to answer that question with the answer ‘Lintang’. However, the Po-Hon Home System is not only cultivated by ‘Lintang alone’.

“I mean Papa, try to slowly trust yourself that you are capable. Bah-wa you're great. You no longer need to rely on your friends at Tree House.”

I'm nodding. That is the greatest goal of the Tree House System: to unite the most emphatic personalities. Believe me, therapy with Mbak Icha is indeed heading there. Although previously I had to continue to undergo the ‘trust’ process that the alter-alter exists and cannot be ignored. Ah, but Papa's wrong they're not ‘friends’. They're me. I don't know, ru-mit! I like to feel very confused myself.

“One more, Lin. All of this life comes from the Creator. Ask for protection. Pa-ra ustaz who treated you did pray for you to be kept away from jinn interference, but you ri-joints have access to directly convey your prayers. Why don't you use that special access?”I'm speechless.

“Sorry, sorry that Papa is too deep to cast a spell on your life. That's the only science that Papa knows and will give up everything for the good of Papa's daughter.”

“Nothing, Pa. Thanks a lot, Pa.”

“Yes, udah.Yuk, take wudu, we pray pilgrims.”