We're Latitude

Our Latitude - Part 23 Latitude

Section 23 Latitude

Latitude Kemuning, Controller.

PAPA sat in front of his drawing table. He had to complete the cabinet design for the customers of one of the famous hotels in Berastagi.

“Pa, the tape recorder is still good?” I said I pointed at his tape recorder that pulled my tian-tian for the first time in this cabin.

“Still,” answered without taking a look from his job.

I sat in front of that little table. While Papa was beside me. Because this drawing table and small table are exactly side by side. “Bby, no, Latitude puter this cassette?” I put up the giver cassette.

He turned his head and looked with a te-duh look, then nodded.“Doesn't bother Papa working, does he?” “No, it's okay.”

He continued drawing and I directly plugged the tape recorder plug into the outlet. I immediately put the cassette into the tape deck and closed it. I really can't wait for what I'm going to hear to make Papa dig up this tape is proof that I was born out of love.

When I pressed the play button, I heard the cassette tape rotate. Then, I heard a recording of the noise in the room, like people sliding chairs, the sound of people talking, and women pounding. I set the volume to a comfortable position to hear, not too disturbing Papa and still enough I can hear clearly.

“One, two, three!”

The woman on the tape gives the aba-ba. Then, the excerpts of medium-tempo guitars in a comfortable folk music style in the ears lurk in the cold air of these mountains. It was like I knew the voice of that woman.

Intro about eight bars have passed and exactly on the right beat, the voice is light and sad as a woman— I'm sure who gave the cue earlier— started singing.

  My world a bitter ball My way a complicated labyrinth

When we met, my world became a gulali ball Our time together.

My earth mines My life is full of excitement

When we met, my earth became a sweet chocolate

When we were both, my life was like harmo-nis songs

Refs:

He didn't promise ease but He prepared help

To me, you're the man God sent to accompany me to make things right.

The lyrics are very sweet, accompanied by guitar quotes on Thursday, making this song simple but amazing. Not to mention, this song was performed wholeheartedly. I can feel it. Please, don't tell me it's Mama's voice.

The CTrak!I pressed the ‘stop’ button. It does not feel like the gup heard the reff section repeated again. Sege-buttons of pain go together coming from each jeng-kal notes that flow. It's weird and I can't seem.

“The lyrics are your mama's making, Papa's inventing her melody. Your mama sings, Papa who wants to use guitar.”

Nope! Don't say this is Mama and Papa's song! my screams in my heart. Not feeling, somehow, from my eyes melted the warm water. Why should the love that makes the world bitter become a gulali be separated? And worse, their separation the biggest possible cause of my life is crammed with shit.

“Lin ”

I immediately wiped my tears. Papa tapped his body and stretched out his hand to touch my shoulder.

“For Mama who wrote the lyrics to this song, Pa?” “Ya.”

“Only a warm-hearted person can write lyrics as sweet as this, Mama is not such a person,” I said while looking down.

I heard Papa snorting. The sound of swipes and wooden floors churned like clashing teeth, due to the movement of Papa approaching pa-daku. He sat facing me.“Just so you know, your mama used to be a person full of love, passion, and fun. His love of thousands for others, eventually even hoard and make himself die. He feels like he can be a hero to everyone. To the extent that he had forgotten, that he was just an ordinary human being with limitations. He can't please everyone. He has to choose. In the end, he could memi-cf. He chose his mother. Unfortunately, this is not a solution to the problem. She triggers new problems, as the choice leaves her haunted by guilt for the person she left behind, Papa.”

Papa stopped and changed his sitting position. “The overflowing love exploded, Lin...,

it is broken and no longer shaped. He became an apathetic person who looked at the world. Papa is guilty of not being able to help the one you love. The only thing Papa can do for him is tell everyone that I'm the son of a bitch. So that he is not blamed by people. To reduce the load.”

This time Papa took a deep breath. Me either. “You know, Son? Not just those who

trust Papa shithead. Even that prank has long been the truth in the eyes of your mother, and in your eyes, Latitude. Even at some time it also became true in my own eyes.”I blinked. My eyes ache. My tears fell to the table. It was a bit of a shock to hear this reality.

“Actually...” continued Papa while putting his hand on the table,“... What Papa did was not helpful much, Lin. Because Papa made the other biggest mistake. I'm leaving you, Latitude. Papa is a real asshole, I can't fight for my wife and kids. Papa chose to leave you. Your father is nothing more than a loser.”

Papa's eyes are watery.

“I've lost to the treasure-mad old granny. But he's the one who's growing my spirit to rise. And that's what Papa proved, even though he won't be able to see again. Apparently, your father is satisfied.”

“Nothing Papa needs to prove to that old monster,” I said softly.

Papa took a breath. I felt it too. He looked at the ceiling, his eyes red. I hit his chest and cried there. My chest's crowded!