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Our Latitude - Part 27 Latitude

Section 27 Latitude

Latitude Kemuning, Controller.

ALTHOUGH a bit strange, today finally passed well. I spent four slices of banana cake. If not embarrassed, maybe I can add two to three more pieces. Although Literature has not been here since, it is still a shame if it looks greedy in people's homes.

Madam Gina, the household assistant of Cha-Rity family has just come to bring hot tea. An addition that really can improve today. The sun has gone up, but the thick clouds of the menu tupi light. Hopefully it does not rain, so that renca-na Papa up the mountain later in the afternoon goes well.

One more thing, I feel somewhat astonished at once relieved. Majoru is no longer visible. Even those strange raucous voices, were not heard anymore. Turns out, our plan was very powerful. Felixia, thank you ba-nyak! I had to hold a meeting at the Tree House to affirm that our freedom from this horror situation was a favor from Fe-Lixia. Make the pink girl's name clean. Because I ta-hu, Mer, Civa, even Mother Ret still holds suspicion on him.Chaca looks excited to devour the cake.

Nisa's smart mama makes delicious cake.

“Om why don't you come here, brother? Om no promises sa-ma Chaca,” he said with his mouth half full.

“Oh, he is working on many furniture orders.” My hands clenched the teacup and gripped the contents a little. “What promise, Cha?”

I cleared my throat as the flowing tea somewhat choked my throat. Obviously, it's because I heard Papa's promise to Chaca. Frankly, I'm burning jealous. Turns out I'm not the one Papa wanted to go up the mountain with him. Chaca also got the appointment.

Who's Chaca? I'm his son. She's she? The son of a lonely widow, perhaps. I'm a bit emotional, but I'm holding on. And, as you might expect, there's no way I'll tell the little girl that it'll be my afternoon,

Papa, and his omnya will go up the mountain. Maybe later he asked to come and would be troublesome.In a cooling attitude, I spent tea and then excuse me to go home to Chaca. The little girl asked for her message to be delivered to Papa. It made me breathe smoke out of my nose. As soon as possible I rushed out of the house and brought my speeding bike. In a condition that is not good like this, I do not want to have to deal with Literature again.

Arriving at Pondok Pinus, Papa was talking to his client at the dining table of his cottage terrace. I passed them and just nodded at Papa. The man waved his hand. My face might look sour, so Papa had time to heat me up in wonder. My mood is not good. I want to hurry up to my cabin, lock the door, and curl up on the couch. Maybe, I'll turn over the Tree House.

I went to the bathroom just to pee and wash my feet. I have locked the door, the key deliberately I did not take off like it should be Papa. Then I curled up on the sofa. Tears flowed without me. It feels like my hopes of having a Papa for me are unfulfilled. He made promises to everyone—maybe. I hate. Suddenly, I remember Ma-ma and Auntie.

Closed eyes. For a moment, I left this world. A world that never gives me what I want.