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Our Latitude - Part 24 Latitude

Section 24 Latitude

The Alter Bunda Ret.

A cold MORNING splashed. I'm woken. With my jacket and socks on, I attacked the water. I had to propagate from under the man's sleeping swing to get to the kitchen. So, to get out, of course I access the back pin. Lintang lives in a small house.

This is the first time I have personally enjoyed the new home Lintang. I put both hands in a warm shirt pocket. It's cold, but fresh at one time. I let the coldness touch my skin and closed my eyes. With a pull inside, I let the fresh air as much as possible. It made my head cool and seemed to be filled with a pour of positive energy.Hopefully this ordeal soon passed, so that all could feel calm. It's a perfect place to live happily. Because happiness is not just about everything from the outside in. Happiness is made from the inside out. That's what the Upa-yakan Tree House System is.

I walked slowly, enjoying the atmosphere under the dewy pine trees. Behind the cracks, I could see a dark blue sky like orange paint had spilled and gradations of ice in the east corner. I stopped walking and enjoyed the sunrise with a smile.

I had to go back in to check if my water was boiling or not. When I entered, the man was still sound in the big swing cradle. The water is boiling. I immediately made coffee.

While sipping coffee, I checked the percents of their food. What did I find? Te-pung, eggs, honey, and I also get ideas for breakfast. Honey pancakes.

Just when the pancakes were neatly arranged on two plates, the man woke up. Staggered, he came out of his big swing and released one swing link to put together on the opposite link. He seemed shrewd at doing so in a squeaking condition in the remnants of drowsiness. Perhaps, he has done that thousands of times every waking up.“Good morning,” greet me. “Tea or coffee?”

The man who should have been about to get into the ka-mar shower stopped his steps. He frowned and looked at me with his red eyes.

“Coffee,” the answer is raspy.

He seemed to want to ask but ndak so, because he went straight into the bathroom. I attacked the water again to make it coffee. I serve pancakes and coffee at the dining table on the terrace. Just outside, I found a fun position for breakfast. I sat there, enjoying coffee, pancakes, and the young sun shining softly. The most romantic morning I have ever felt.

The man appeared with wet hair and a fragrant shampoo carried the air that ran ma-suk to my nose. He's an adult male who's homesteady.

“Wuah, tasteful pancakes!” his pekik lang-sung took a seat beside me and mengu-nyah one pancake at a time bribe.

“Wah, wide mouth,” comments I was amazed at his ability.

“Still,” he said while still chewing. He then wiped his mouth. After that, he called out for coffee. “Coffee and sugar shots that fit.”

“I suggest you get married quickly.” “Uhuk!” The man choked and coughed.

I feel guilty. I stood up and slowly hit his back. He hunchbacked up to act out his reluctant cough. Sa-yes go back in to get some water. When I came back, he was still coughing. I gave her the mi-num and her cough began to subside.

“Sorry, sorry if my words were menging-gung.”

She frowned and waved her hands hinting at the word ‘not’. “Nothing. That was a startling suggestion, anyway,” he said.

I waited for this man to ask who I was. “But the pancakes are really delicious, loh!” He switched the conversation, perfecting it with a thumbs up in the air, and a big smile for me.

But that was beyond my expectations. Because he didn't ask me who I was. Perhaps, he was tired of asking anyone who was in the latitude buh-buh. Maybe he's getting used to it too. What difference? To him, we are one. We are Lin-tang, no matter how we behave.“Thank you for the compliment. But, I really want to know, why don't you want to marry again?”

“You really want to know?” ask her back while chewing the pancakes again.

I nodded.

He swallowed his pancakes and said, “I'm the kind of person who wants to start something new, if the old one isn't over.”

He clipped the coffee cup and scrumptiously sipped a little. The man leaned back, heated my dang shade, then raised both ta-ngan as well as his shoulder which gave the meaning of ‘mau ba-how else’.

“Means..., You and Mama Latitude are not finished?”

He took his back off the backrest and pounded his ham. “I still love him.”