We're Latitude

Our Latitude - Part 2 Latitude

Section 2 Latitude

Latitude Kemuning, Controller.

IT'S a new day. Saying that is actually unnecessary. Because every day changes for sure. Nothing too, right, used days? Yesterday was used again so today. Stop that bad joke.

Uh! Mer.

That said ‘stop that bad joke’ is dia—in my head. Initially.

Meredith came asking for time to be at ‘depan’ for a while. In fact, he was quite rarely geeky early in the morning. I had time to hold him back because it's a new ha-ri and a new life for me, not for him. He kept forcing. He said, there is a need for pen-ting to be solved.

Alter Meredith (Female, 30 years old).

“Lin is indeed an indenter!” tukasku's mad.

I grabbed papa Lin's purchase guitar and rubbed it with a soft flannel cloth. Lin often claimed that he was in love with Ibanez's acoustic guitar tricks. In fact, the treatment of this thing is inversely proportional to its recognition. He rarely cleans it. This thing looks clean, anyway, but not on the sidelines of the strings. Not in other hard-to-reach places.

Once the guitar was clean, I put it in the box. I'm not gonna play it. Lin can, I can't. So, I walked into the closet to look for my clothes. Purple blouse with a little lace on the neck and an unsymmetrical cut on the bottom, pretty too for today. I bought this shirt from an online store. Continues, because I want to go out of the house, the nice in-wear as a subordinate is jeans. Done and, I'm out.

Aunt Lea and Aunt Gea, Lin's mother, sat around the dining table. They're as neat as I am. Why is that Aunt Gea's face?

“Tante, okay?” my many. “Mer?”

The long-haired woman who was coiled by ra-pi asked back. I nodded small.

“I'm out first, Auntie,” I said goodbye.

“But, said Lin last night, papa Lin want da-tang?” That's Aunt Lea's voice. Iyeakah?

“Then, I won't be long, Aunt.”

I went to the garage, got my bike, and I paddled it out of this Dutch-style housing complex. I'm glad the Lin family lives here, reminding me of the European atmosphere. Although it is, in fact, far from the sighting of London, I'm from. At least it smells more European.

The rows of complex business centers were at the front, near the entrance gate. That's where I'm headed. Tea Pot Cafe, to be exact. I haven't sipped the best green tea from the plantations around Simalungun for a long time and enjoyed the warm bread that just came out of the charcoal-fired oven.

The cafe is always full. Mornings are usually crammed with people who want to go to the office or who are indeed ‘work’ here. People whose workers do not need an office, usually like it here. They just brought a laptop and went straight to work. Food or drink just order.

I cleaned up the Lintang bangs that have been this extension. Later if I can, I'll go to the salon too. That was if Lin didn't take over immediately. Usually, she takes over right away if I want to make big decisions, like changing hairstyles, getting a tattoo, or piercing. Uh, my decision was to change my hairstyle. Ka-lau makes a tattoo and piercing it Jaka. As a bo-dyguard in our system, he felt he had to be a rogue. However, Lin always took over in case Jaka was identified as going to do so. I had to see it, at least get acquainted before Lin brought this skinny body to move to another place. That's him sitting down there. Ah, yes, I haven't told you about ‘dia’. He's the guy who's always been here with his laptop and coffee. Strange indeed, coffee fans who sat down to Tea Pot. Tea Pot remains friendly, really, on a coffee mat. They also provide several types of coffee dishes; Esspreso, Cappucino, and Latte. I like that guy because he looks like a movie star. He is also cool and seems smart.

If I were in my own body right now, maybe he would see me. Not because I'm prettier than Lin—if I do think like that, sih—but because I'm ‘bule’. The long wavy blondie hair, the solid body contained, and the height of mine must have been easier to be perha-tian. Weight ‘flat’ Lin. Yeah, well, the point is, the locals here will pay more attention to the Caucasian race like me. Green tea, pang-alley bread, eggs, sausages, roasted tomatoes, and hash browns.1 I ate slowly while paying attention to his—of course in an inconspicuous way— and thought of an elegant way to get acquainted.

I raised my head again to check on Chris Pine. Nope, no. I mean that guy who looks like a Star Trek movie star.

Majoru? Why is he next to Chris Pine? I had to quickly leave a message for Lin. Immediately, I ran to the cashier's desk, asking for paper and a pen on the cashier girl. Wide steps led me back to the table. With a flutter, I wrote a message. After finishing, I put the paper in a jeans bag. Anxiety bubbled up in my chest. I don't like seeing Majoru or anything like him.

A call came to my head when I saw the man again. He saw me too. Shit, he saw when I wasn't ready. I'm down. My man is sick. The voice was calling out louder and louder. Lin's.

1 Hash Browns: Simple English or American breakfast,19

Latitude Kemuning, Controller.

The natureak! Have breakfast here. He doesn't know what, if it's expensive? I'm starting the calculation now. Somewhat lazy to ask for money on Mama often. He's definitely giving, but the more I come here, the less I like communication with him. Uh, mom from a long time ago, huh?

Thankfully, I got a job. So the pro-money session on that mistress is coming to an end. Yup! I chuckled inwardly and finished off the Mer tea. Bitter tea and leaf flavor ‘times! Iyeeeew! That's why I prefer milk coffee.

I gotta go. I want to get to Ru-Mah. As I stood up from the chair and walked over to the cashier table, the casually dressed and handsome man at the opposite table looked at me with a strange look. Heu? Mer did what to a man who looked like Captain James T. Kirk that? Uh!

I'm clumsy. Trying to walk around, I went to the cashier to pay for Mer's food. I spent almost a hundred thousand for breakfast. Stiff and nervous, I took my wallet out of my pants pocket. I don't like being noticed by people. It makes me uncomfortable.

A piece of paper fell out of the bag. I'm nagging him. There's writing! It's a bad piece of writing, Mer.

Please, Lin! I saw Majoru. He's coming again!

I turned into ice. Cold, hard, and dead. He really did come again. It's a little messed up. Why do I have to when I start a new life, anyway?“Mbak?” tegur cashier cafe. “Ah, yes, yes, yes. Sorry.”

I pulled a hundred thousand from my wallet, went in a hurry until I forgot to think about it. No matter what, the change only revolves around em-pat thousands, really. I came out and once again glanced at Captain Kirk. He still sees me.

In front of the cafe, I turned my eyes. Mer's here on the ride...? Ah, there he is. Bicycles. They like weird. In the home, there is a motor. It's better and faster to ride a bike, right?