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Our Latitude - Part 42 Latitude

Section 42 Latitude

Latitude, Controller.

FELIXIA. Mercifully. Inside again it's messed up and I hate meeting Sylia. The yellow-haired girl promised to stay close to guard against the possibility of Majoru's attack.

Mamma. Aunt.

I wasn't really surprised when I saw them, because I knew sooner or later they would be here. But my prediction is not today, either.

“Papa who told you?” I looked at Papa who was sitting right next to me.

“Night, you're so bad, Latitude. Papa needs to call your mom to let you know. He deserves to know, right?”

 I nodded.“What happened, Candles?” ask Aunt Lea. I'm shaking.

“Tante make a warm one, huh? I also want to drink warm tea,” he said and went to the kitchen. “Bang, have tea and sugar, right?” ask again.

“Search in the stove top cabinet,” replied Papa. “Again my wind. Home meeting new clock

three in the morning and straight here. Actually I'm tired.” Aunt Lea continued to chatter while preparing tea.

I looked at Mama. His nose is slightly larger and slightly larger in volume. Normally, tan-pa Auntie Lea around her like this, she would be lame-gung. And, yes, he was awkward. He shut up and squeezed his fingers.

“Now... Our noses are different, yes, Ma? Though many people say we look alike because of this nose.”

“Lintang..,” cut it. “Mama loves you.

You know it.”

I'm silent. Just this time Mama said that and it felt a bit strange.

“Mama never said it. But, everything Mama did was just for you!”

“Including make a scene one country?” my lips.

 “Lintang...,” reprimand Papa gently while stroking my back.“Forgive Mama, Lintang. My mother doesn't know how else. Mama banged her bones here and there looking for money. Paying a psychologist is expensive.”

“Hei...” Aunt Lea scolds from the kitchen. “Gea, don’t say that. Don't hear that part, Candle. What your mama means is paying a psychologist to hear her own expensive curses.”

Mama glanced at her sister and snorted. This brother-sister relationship is indeed unique—aneh, ding! I feel more often, my mother is Aunt Lea's sister. Because Mama is often glued like an immature little sister.

“As far as you are, Yak. Quickly make that tea. Get it over here. My stomach is already sick, a warm pep-warm.” Mama squealing. Aunty Lea: FYI.

“But, Lin, your mama has made progress, yes. Udah can mouth it say dear to you,” ledek Aunt Lea again.

I rolled my eyes and let out a rough breath. Mama will soon reply. It could be with strange words or throwing things. But, now he was just glancing and again - again snorting. He seemed to be holding back the urge to retaliate against his sister's taunts. Not usually, anyway, he resigned like this. I saw war like two children between them. What Mama ‘jaim’ in front of Papa?“All of you why, anyway?” Finally Papa mengyela after just silent. “Why even in joking, instead of discussing the problem Lin-tang.”

I smiled wryly. Papa doesn't know yet, anyway. “Redirecting,” sahutku light.

Mama looked at.

“This, Pa. This everyday. Mama and Auntie are the best at shifting issues. The problem itself was never discussed. Latitude fed up.”

“Sabarlah, Latitude.” Dad must have felt bad for Mom.

I-i know. Papa's just not used to it.

“I've often criticized my own children,” said Ma-ma. “Maybe, that's my reply to frequent criticism of people. Its alright. To me criticism is the most extreme form of love.” He talked to Papa, but he didn't want to look at Papa's face. “Whom Mama doesn't understand actually, why would you want to leave the house and choose together. ”

Mama did not continue, she just hung her chin towards Papa. I think he's allergic to say-but Papa's name even with just a pronoun. Se-coral, Papa's snoring.

 “Well, Mama feels better than Papa?” “Latitude.... Nak...” Papa stroked his back to calm down.

“Udah, so don't be serious.” Aunt Lea came with four glasses of tea. “Mari ngeteh du - lu.”

Mama took a tea glass and clasped it so that her hands were warm.

“What, the hell, is actually happening to you guys?” Papa asked in wonder.

“There are two things, Bang,” says Aunt Lea. He blew his tea and sipped a little. “First, they're both my patients. Second, they both love each other. But, they don't know how to show that affection.”

Papa took a breath and exhaled it.

He seems not to understand too much.

“Mean, I'm glad you started getting close to this out-of-the-way again.” Aunt Lea sipped her tea again.

I glared. Mama too. Both directions on Aunt Lea.

“Neg, Yak. We don't need any help. I can take care of Lintang. He's just young. So still unstable and not too appreciative of the struggle of his mother. Try it later, a little bit big, Latitude will definitely appreciate-ku.”The mama? Is that his assessment of me? It makes me feel a little guilty, just a little. But yes, I feel like a useless child. I don't get my wish here either. Papa is loving and easy to point at his regret. Although, he easily spread that affection to anyone. Not special, not exclusive.

“So, Latitude, get ready. We return to Medan today.”

“Mama.., Latitude is mature. The latitude does not want to be set. Even if you have to return to Medan, it must be because of your own latitude desire.”

“OK. So what do you want now?”

“Bang, let me take a walk outside, yuk! As the air outside is so good,” take Aunt Lea to Papa.

Papa frowned because he felt strange at the invitation.

“Let this child and mother talk to each other from heart to heart. It's a rare moment.”

“But. ”

“Udah..” Aunt Lea pulls Papa's hand. “There's something I should tell you.”

Aunt pulled Papa out of the cottage. Bo-l-back Papa turned to check on me. I didn't show any expression as he was mena-tapku.Now, we're just the two of us. Without Aunt Lea, it feels weird. Mama looked at me sharply. He was waiting for me to say something.

“I, that means Latitude.” I'm not angry so it feels strange to call ‘aku’ in front of Mama. So I immediately changed it with ‘Lintang’. “Lintang happy Mama inquired ikanku.”

“Mama is also happy to say it. Mama was surprised why you could leave Mama,” she said softly.

“Lintang just want to be independent, Ma.” “So that's your wish?”

“Burn Yes. Now, enggak.” “Why?”

“Lintang wants to return to Medan, Ma.”

Mama took a breath. Maybe he's relieved. “His foreign feelings there's no you at home, Lin. You always trouble me. It's strange that suddenly the person who troubles my life is gone. Bizarrely. Apala-gri. ”

Mama quit. He threw a glance at the ceiling of the cottage. The morning sun started to rise high. The bias hit the pupil Mama, to make ma-tanya sparkle like chocolate beads from Ka-limantan. I saw the volume of water slightly increase. Is Mama crying? He never cried.“What's more, Ma?”

“Moreover, I do exist in this world specifically to be troubled by you,” he said quickly.

I smile. Mama moved her body and opened her hands slightly. But he pulled his body again. Then squeeze his fingers.

“Maybe. ”

I stood up quickly and hit Mama's body. He quickly tightened his seat, because otherwise we would both fall off the chair. I hugged her. I wept. I put all my feelings on Mama's shoulder.

It feels warm here. I never did anything with Mom. It's the first time. Maybe you're surprised. This is the first time. My mom snuffed-out from physical contact with me since la-lu years. She let me hug her, without wanting to return my embrace.

I raised my hand and put it on my back. Mama patted my back with one strange pat. It feels like Mama's repelling mosquitoes.

“Already, Latitude. Don't be long.”

I let go of the hug. My face was all wet with tears. Hugging Mama brings up a variety of magical feelings.

“Pardon Mama for not being able to cry,” she said. “Not that Mama is not touched, but Mama can no longer cry.”“Latitude knows, Ma. No need to explain.” “Good!”

“Bby Latitude hug Mama again?” Mama was silent for a moment. “Hm, please.”

I went forward and hugged her again. Before I clung to her body, Mama said again.

“Don't be long, loh, yes.”

“Iya, Ma.” I hugged her before she changed her mind.

“From now on, if you have a wish or whatever it is. Say the same Mama. Don't save yourself.”

I nodded over his shoulder.

“I exist for you to bother, right?” continued. “He-em.” I smiled steadily.

“Ciyeee!” Aunt Lea screeched from the door. They return. I immediately took off the hug.

“Yayak!” pekik Mom.

“OK, I'm not bothering you.”

The sound of the car approaching made us all turn our attention out of the cottage to mica-ri know who came.

Car Ma'am Nisa.