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Our Latitude - Part 31 Latitude

Section 31 Latitude

Felixia, Tree House—inner world Latitude.

AKU and Adrik are probably the most common with cold weather, rain, and storms like this. Because most of the days in the Prohibition Forest, yes, like this. But indeed, I admit, I also feel astonished why in the Tree House there can be rain like this. What other ugly thing, anyway, this? I agree with Uncle Weirdo's prediction. That black clouds or rain is a bad omen in the Tree House. But, what anjir shit is, no one knows yet.

Many times I tried to access Brother Lin-tang. However, my efforts are always nil. I have a bad feeling. My instincts say Brother Lin is in danger. I chose to move on and separate myself from the crowd in the middle of the tree house. Adrik seemed to want to follow me, but I held him back. I conveyed it through facial expressions and hand gestures. He understood, then sat back next to Kak Mer.I sat by the bookshelf, trying to get my mind to reach Kak Lin. I tried to ignore the conversation of Bang Jaka and the other residents. They are busy discussing what really happened. I closed my eyes for a moment.

“Air up!”

I know it's Adrik's voice. When I opened my eyes, I saw that he was peering on the sidelines of the wooden window. I don't know since when he's not sitting in the crowd anymore. All residents in unison berdi-ri. Their faces panicked. Civa is not coming. He remained seated in the ambal and buried his face between the knees.

I try to suppress curiosity. I also want to know how a forest with many shady trees and sturdy roots can flood? As far as I'm around here no river has the possibility of overflowing. But I let them watch.

In my heart, I did not stop calling na-ma Kak Lintang.

Felixia!

The rumbling of rain, the whistling sound of wind, and the noise of other inhabitants make the sound that calls my name between nothing and nothing.“Everyone, please, quiet!” I shouted while standing.

They all turned away from the window and

wonder mandang.

“Sorry, but I'm like hearing Kak Lin's voice!” I turned my ears back. I close my eyes to focus on hearing. The sound of lightning many times made this feel even more difficult.

Felixia... Prohibition Forest.

Yep! I heard again. Kak Latang Voice. I'm glaring. Bang Jaka was already standing right in the de-anku. “Kak Lin says Forest Prohibition, Bang. ”

“What?” Bang Jaka shouted.

Uncle Weirdo was standing next to the chair he was sitting on earlier. “I think. what’s Latitude trying to say

Everyone moves to get ready. “Engga! Reluctant! Can't all go. Mer, Mother

Ret, and Civa, stay here,” command Bang Jaka te-gas. “See, outside heavy rain and flood!”

“Can't, Jaka! I have to come,” Mer denied. “Please listen to me, Mer. You have to be here. Who

who guards the tree house? Forest Prohibition of dangerous places. After all, who protects Lintang if he suddenly asks for help here?”“Yes, there must be people living here,” advice Uncle Weirdo corroborates.

Kak Mer snorted and folded his arms in annoyance. I understand his feelings. He also wanted to know what happened to Kak Lin, because that woman who had always been the place where Kak Lin was comfortable speaking for any business. Their relationship is like a sister and a friend.

I approached. “Kak Mer, I know your taste. I promise to return safely and tell you everything I see later.”

He looked at me and smiled wryly. He pulled me in his arms. “Do your best, Fe-lixia! We trust you!”

Kak Mer's words are like warm water washing my heart. It feels comfortable and makes me feel excited. It's also a marker, I've been completely accepted again here as a part-an of them. The part that helps, not bothers. It feels so good.

“Yes, Brother Mer. Sure!” I answered when ka-mi lerai hugged.

I also hugged Mother Ret who was standing next to Kak Mer. He rubbed my back. “Be careful, yo, Nduk! Don't be rash. Think before lum act,” his advice.

“Iya, Bun. Pray for us, yes.”I looked at Civa. He was still sitting in the blanket over the ambal. The boy already looks like a cotton roll. White, pale, and frail. It's so sorry Civa. I stroked his head. He refused to call me. His gaze was nilar to a single point in the ambal.

“Only as high as underarms!” yelled Uncle Weirdo. Turns out he's downstairs for me

check the water level. One second of Uncle Weirdo means it could be my neck.

“I will carry you,” said Adrik as if reading the worry in my head.

I'm staring. I want to cry for his kindness. But I am ashamed to show it. I'm not used to showing pa-danya's good attitude. So, I just pat her shoulder and nod.

“I can do it myself.”