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Our Latitude - Part 25 Latitude

Section 25 Latitude

Latitude Kemuning, Controller.

HURRY, ride a bike to Chaca's house. Although I have passed this road many times, it still creates a sense of amazement at the beauty that continues to be new. A gloved woman was with me. He smiled and nodded. I nodded back with a smile. The residents here are quite friendly to the immigrants. Maybe, because they are used to tourists. I'm the one who's not used to this.

Today, Nisa welcomed me. We met in the yard when he was leaving for work.

“Say later in the afternoon to Sibayak, yes?” his question.

“Iya, Ma'am. Papa ngajakin.”“Honey, I have a lot of work to do. It's also great if you can come.”

“Iya, Mbak.”

I should have continued the pleasantries of the suggestion that he leave his job and join us. However, do not know why, I only get to those two words. Honestly, yesterday I had wanted Mbak Nisa closer to Papa. However, after hearing Papa and Mama's song last night, then hearing a few additional stories about their past, I really want Papa and Mama to refer to. It's possible to overdo it if you ask them to get back together. But I don't want Papa to be close to another woman anymore. Mama also deserves to be happy for the rest of her life. I think only Papa can make her happy again. I have a plan.

“Hopefully next time can, huh?” continued Ms. Nisa. I just nodded.

“Mbak departs first, yes.” “Yes, Ma'am, be careful.”

Nisa's mom got into her car. I watched him leave until the gate closed again.

“Ehem!”

Someone was beating from the door of the house. I turned. It's Literature.

Meredith!

Alter Meredith, (Female, 30 years old).

I almost fell asleep when I found out he was in front of me. Latitude correct. That man is him. Fortunately, I am the Meredith who is good at turning herself around.

“Hai,” my handkerchief while walking to the terrace. My hand fixed the position of the guitar suitcase on my back.

He who was originally leaning against the doorway while folding his hands, so stood up straight. He's taking my bath. “You're kinda. ”

“Beda?” cut me.

“Hm, that's it. A bit more confident.”

“Masa, anyway?” I said as I passed by him entering the house just like that.

He turned around and followed my steps. Good thing yesterday at the Tree House when telling this man's whereabouts, Lintang did not forget to draw his student's house plan and where to go if suddenly I was here. Although it seems like the image of Latitude is somewhat different from the reality now.

I just kept going in, keeping an eye on my next move. Can't seem to hesitate. I should be sure—at least, look sure—on my direction and destination. In case I went the wrong way, this guy must have told me. If it is so, just find a reason why it goes in the wrong direction.“Ja. Yesterday you did not dare to look at me when you spoke.”

Yesterday? How many times has Lintang and he met? Basis, Latitude! I have to fix that. Must have been a mess they met. He is twenty-five. When did he dare to be close to men? Does he want to be alone for the rest of his life? Stupid girl!

I turned my head slowly but not too slowly, just so that this hair swung drama-tis. By the way, Latitude's hair is short, huh?

I gave Captain Kirk a sweet, meaningful smile. I stared into his brown eyes. He was silent and looked dumbstruck. Without a word I turned my head forward.

That's how it spreads charm, Lintang!

“I... Can you see you teaching Chaca?”

“By aja,” I replied casually. Goody. He's already starting to get interested. I chuckle in my heart. So far I haven't made a mistake, like turning in the wrong direction.

“Not bothering, right?” “Nggak.”

Getting here is a bit confusing. There are a few passageways, so I'm sure just turn right.

“Lin?” call the man.

“Ya?” he stood in his place, not following the turn. Definitely this! Now, I'm sure I'm going the wrong way. I turned my gaze again while looking for the reason why it turned in this direction. I saw a mirror in front of a console table.

“I... want to mirror. A minute!” I said as I jumped up and stood in front of the mirror.

I'm happy to see Latitude's hair. This is a very nice cut. I tidied it up with je-mari. I cringe. Whatisthis? Why wear this ugly hairpin?

I looked up because I felt looked at. That guy was watching me with a smile.

“Eh, sorry. Riding a bike, uh, got winded. Make messy hair. Teaching should be neat, right?”

I remember, yesterday the latitude of the story at the Po-Hon House that I would love a trip to the Chaca house, because it is beautiful and can ride a bike. I hope he did get on a bike.

“It’s okay,” said.

I'm relieved. No more protests. That is, Lintang does ride a bicycle. He smiled and turned in the direction that—may—true. I followed. Yak, beyond the five steps in the hollow-walled hallway due to the wood carving, I arrived at the open-air space referred to as his class of Latitude disciples. I saw a little girl pacing by the pool reading something. That must be him. What was his name? The chaca? Ah, yes, Charity. I read that name in the journal. Chaca must be her nick name. Realizing our arrival, she turned her head.“Brother Lin!” pekiknya enthusiastic. “Hai, Chacaaa! How are you?”

“Good, Brother Lin.” The little girl walked away from the pool and stepped into this amazing open space. I don't think this is a house, but a hotel in Bali.

“Kak Lin how are you?” ask after near de-nganku.

“Good.” I stretched out my body and hugged him.

I saw a face that didn't understand Chaca. Ah, yes,

The latitude is never this friendly to others. Sometimes, I do often cross the line to the role of Lintang. Ii'm sorry.

“Shortly, Brother Lin,” said Chaca.

I guess he was about to say something about the change of latitude. Of course I've prepared a diplomatic answer. It's easy and very easy.

“Mama made banana cake this morning. Mama ordered to present it to Brother. A minute, yeah.” Chaca ran away from me and this guy. Who, yeah, his name? Yesterday Lintang did not tell about the name.“Beautiful home, huh?” my comment while giving a glance.

She followed my movements when then I sat on the wooden chair I had expected Cha-ca to study in. It must be Papa Lintang's. In the journal, Lintang wrote that his father had built a back garden chair for the Charity family.

“Ya,” she said as she sat in the seat nearest to me. “Mbak Nisa does have a high taste for interior design. And, she is indeed an interior designer.”

I nodded at the explanation while still circulating my gaze, rummaging through this place.

“By the way, before starting to teach Chaca, I ask to play a song, may?”

I almost gave a surprised expression. I can't play guitar. How'this? However, as usual, I was able to endure it and tried to look calm. Meanwhile, in my head trying to call Lintang out.

“What is your specialty? A classic? Country's? Folk?” He mentions one by one things I don't.

 “Of course, should all be able to, anyway. Supposedly, yes,” I replied while developing a smile.Lintang.., he asked you to play guitar! I scream in my heart. “After all you have to go outside. Soon you have to teach Chaca, right?”

I smiled at Captain Kirk. “You what song?”

“What is the classic?” “Bby. ”

LINTAANGS! again in my heart. I could feel the latitude reluctantly coming out. He cheated.

Slowly, I pulled the guitar out of the box. At that moment, Chaca emerged from the kitchen. In his hand was a large plate of cake that had been co-printed into barrels. A young woman follows Chaca and carries a pile of empty little plates and a small fork. Maybe this woman is a housekeeper here.

I stall for as long as possible while continuing to ask Lintang to come out immediately. It's his time he's teaching. But he feels so far away.

“Please eat, Brother,” bargain Chaca friendly.

The woman who was following Chaca put small plates on the table and smiled at me. “As usual, warm water, yes, Deck? I'll get you a moment.”

“Before you start learning, Om ask Kak Lintang to play a song. Can, yes, Cha?” the guy said to Chaca.“Can be! How can! Chaca has also never seen Kak Lintang play the song.”

I glanced at Chaca while taking a breath. Sung-guh is great. This kid looks so enthusiastic. He had even propped his hands up on his knees and propped his chin up, looking at me like I was on television showing his latest cartoon. Where is the latitude? Why did Jaka come closer? Gawat, here.