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Our Latitude - Part 3 Latitude

Section 3 Latitude

Latitude Kemuning, Controller.

Mama's CAR is not in the garage. Light house. Aunt Lea also went with him. I never left without Auntie Lea. Don't know where. If you want to know, then just check on the teve or the internet.

I kept the bike in the garage and looked for the spare key in the box where Auntie Lea used to hide the key. Soon I opened the door connecting the garage and dining room.

Not long ago I was in the house, the roar of Chevrolet K10 1978 Papa possessed the eardrum. The old truck is still in use. The last condition I saw was very sad.

The truck breaks down frequently. His body splotches dem-pul like the back of a panuan. The car is full of wood powder. Papa is a wood furniture maker. Mer said, papaku carpenter. ‘Kang aja wood, it is difficult to call carpenter.She uses the truck for shopping materials, to deliver finished products to the customer, even un-tuk streets. He loved that ugly truck. Though he could buy a new truck that was more gallant. He said it was a blessing-carrying truck and his loyal friend went through various trials in the furniture business, until he became as successful as he is now. He's gonna defend that butut truck, whatever it's been.

I went back to the door where I entered earlier to meet Papa. It's surprise! The truck was a bit good. The body of the pan was covered with shiny army green paint.

When Papa emerged from the head of the truck, he was floundering wide. Ah, Papa always reminds me of Mario Bross. The mustache.

“Kuy!” his yell.

I cringe. What the hell is he talking about?

Seeing me confused, he repeated. “Kuy.”

I raise my shoulders. He walked towards me. “Not knowing kuy? That's what's often said

millennial son. Meaning, yuk!”

Oh, it's not used by a twenty-five-year-old. At a minimum, I'm not one of his users. Why say ‘kuy’ if ‘yuk’ is already good and understandable? I know Papa might try to get closer to me. Unfortunately, he lacks survey.Without waiting for my reaction, Papa says again. “Your inside?”

I'm shaking. Hearing that answer, he looked even more relaxed than before and walked into the house. As if, he was a motorist who did not wear a helmet that felt relieved because at the intersection there was no police.

“Papa breakfast first. Lin wants to get ready,” ka-taku.

I left Papa in the dining room. Last night, I packed my clothes. I just need to change out of this ugly outfit. Mer likes feminine clothes while I do the opposite. Jeans I keep. I'm just replacing this disgusting lacy purple blouse with a long le-yellow blue shirt.

When I see the glass....

“Mer!”

Original, make up Mer really tacky. I'm not in trouble with make up, but don't be too thick this way too many times. I'm taking a wet tissue. I rub the edge of the nose that looks like Mama's got—thank goodness it's not anymore. I've tasted all the layers of powder on my oval face that also look like Mama's. Is it a myth or fact? If the mother and daughter are too similar in face, they usually do not match each other. Considering my relationship with Mama, it's like a fact.One of the most important things I have to bring, guitar! Uh, where's my guitar? Ah, ja. Mer came out. Usually you know there is him, everything has become neat and tidy to where it should be. I opened the gi-tar box. Right, my darling is lying there. It's cleaner than before.

“Thanks, Mer.”

I rushed out. Papa is sipping his own coffee.

“Udah are you ready? Papa just made coffee.” “Ya, spend it first, Pa.”

“There is a bottle or a closed mug? Let's take it aja.”

I nodded and looked for it in the glassware storage cabinet.

***

Papa's Chevrolet truck has rolled out the kom-pex. I looked back and quickly looked forward again. I was afraid that it could shake my determination.

Papa drives while humming. This man always seemed happy and cheerful. Mama said she was debah. I don't really remember what was on the list of the kinds of shit that Mama told him. Counting the fucking particles on me is still a hassle. One thing's for sure, lately Papa's been getting close to me. Maybe because he knows my illness. The effort to get closer to him was quite successful because I was in need of him too.Kata Papa, he had a regular customer from da-erah mountain, Berastagi. The rich family asked to make a set of wooden chairs for their garden terrace a few months ago. Papa is already famous in the area and already has a branch. There he bought land, built a house, and had a workshop even though it was not as big as in Medan.

That same day, Papa called me. Of course I accept it with pleasure. I went out of the house and did something that activated the cells in my brain. I've been unemployed for two years since I graduated as a music student. If there's a chance to work, Mama and Aunt Lea are always in the way. They say his salary is small. Yeah, that's! Where, anyway, is the teacher of guitar lessons not yet famous whose salary is great? Their base alone is too much to worry about me. I'm getting excited because the place is ja- uh from home. I could have stayed away from Mama longer and all her sensations. Living in your home without any activities is not a good thing. Not at all.

“Your why? Papa saw the news at ti-pi.” Papa's question made me look at him.

We were far from home then. Hustle and bustle of the streets of Medan already felt. Papa asked the wrong person a question. So, I just shrugged.

“You told me Mama, right?” “For what?”

“Lah... ask permission, dong, Lin.”.

I'm shaking. In that house, if you do not remember wrong, there is no permit event. Mama also left as she pleased.

In my head are voices. I touched my forehead with my fingertips. I heard Papa was flocking, “Why, Lin?”

Alter Jaka (Male, 28 years old).

I was in the car. Looking around, there was Om Eky in the steering chair. “The car is cool.” I could feel the smooth, shiny paint as I softened the edges of the windows.

“Still, look, Lin.” Om Eky responds while continuing to focus on driving.

“Hm, this is Jaka, Om.”

Om Eky looked. His face was full of shock. He quickly scanned from head to toe. I went to see the Latitude from the chest down as well. Though I rarely do it, because it is not too comfortable to think about the body Latitude women. Even though her body is not bohay, she is still a girl.

The second, I was not comfortable seeing the Latitude because my body was sexier than her. My body is athletic. Not much different than Ade Ray. My chest can also I shake up and down so thick muscles there. My hair is also much better. Ga gondrong kayak Lin - tang. My haircut is like Leonardo D’Caprio in the movie Titanic, coy! I used to be in the middle, but in 2018 I went to the side. Let's be up to date like Mr. SBY. Cool, right, me?

“Ah, yes, geez!” he said, looking back at the streets.

Om Eky always elicits an attitude of frustration you find his son switching with his alter-al-ternya. I'm understand. He's not used to it. He also ba-ru was told lately.“Um no nyimpen rubber bands, isn't there? Latitude hair bush very. Sultry.”

“Tuh, search in dashboard drawer.”

Eky seems really trying to talk bi-desirea. But I can find a nervous tone because suddenly his son became someone else.

I ruffled the dashboard drawer. Before I found the rubber band, I found the tape. Miraculous. The player doesn't exist, but the cassette is still there. It must have meant a lot to Om Eky.

“If Latitude wants to be kicked,” I said while tying the origin of long straight hair belonging to Lintang.

“Agree! Length also never want to be combed or pickled, cake, minimal. I never wanted to smile, my hair did. Make me afraid. More men-ding kunti, let serem but still want to laugh nga-kak.”

I laughed so hard. If only the Lintang had heard this. I'm sure he won't laugh. He will cut, vomit, and bring up a more sinister face again. Om Eky laughed.

“Happy to see Latitude laugh,” said.

In his eyes, I was Lintang who was laughing, of course. There is a silence of a few seconds, before I have to say the important thing for kelang-sungan happy life Lintang.“I'm worried about the latitude, Om. Just this time he was away from home and his mama.”

Om Eky shook his head and said, “Not to worry, I'm there. I'm taking care of him. As long as he's there, I won't take a job in Medan. I'll give you members later.”

I nodded weakly. This man is only really present in Latitude life now. In the past, he was only as big as the important who liked to fly ga of course direction. It's hard for me to be so convinced. Different with Latitude which is very easy per-kaya on him. Right, Om Eky does look good. A lot of people look good but they don't, do they?

I choose silence. Actually, since there have been many families who know about Lintang, I feel somewhat relieved. At least someone has his condition other than himself. Even so, I understand him the most and can be relied upon. I'm not going anywhere and will between you present if Lintang is in chaos.

Red light Simpang Pos Jalan Djamin Ginting. The car stopped. On the flyover pole hovering over this crowded intersection, I saw a woman with a ga appearance in her year-old. She is a decile cream-colored old Javanese with a faded brown batik subordinate. His skin is glowing white. Hair stripped. He just stood there. Shouldering the graceful paper umbrella, she stared at me. Isn't that....Majoru?