We're Latitude

Our Latitude - Part 37 Latitude

Section 37 Latitude

Alter Sylia's.

Under the deep blue sky and the dawn air, the light beam of the car hit my face. I'm counting down.

Three... two... one! “Lintaaang!” Ciiitt! Dugm!

Body caught. My catcher may be the loss of balance because it pushed my body that had been nudged into the car nozzle. The car squeaked before finally stopping, but the force of its thrust could still make us bounce and roll over the roadside grass. When the inclined plane ended, we stopped with my position still tightly hugged from behind and facing sideways. My view of win-shade dewy grass and barbed wire fence right in front of my eyes.“Release!” yells annoyed. “Yes, God! Latitude!”

That's a female voice. Not the voice of the man who hugged me. It's like I know him. I turned my head and squinted to see who the woman was approaching us. But this man's body is blocking me. He tried to get up with one hand while still holding me as if I would run away if removed. Yeah, that's true. I'll do it if I get the chance.

The man stood up and pulled me up. When I stood up, my left side hurt. This part was that had been hit by the car quite hard. He grabbed me, I was frowning. It's a beautiful pain. I grinned.

“Yes, geez! Why this?”

Another woman appeared from our left side. It seems that woman is the driver of the pu-tih car that should have been grinding my body earlier. He parked his car slightly forward and went down in a row. Unlike the first woman who just growled and called the name Lintang, the woman immediately hit me.

I know them. The woman who hugged me was named Leah. One more woman who just screamed and kept her distance was named Gea.