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Our Latitude - Part 43 Latitude

Section 43 Latitude

Alter Jaka in Inner World Latitude.

PLUFFA!There was a ray near Uncle Weirdo standing. Sylia will definitely appear from there. Gesit, Uncle Weirdo is approaching. Adrik, who was a little far away, ran towards Uncle. I rushed closer to the light.

“Because of you brat!” I growled annoyed.

Cracks! Bugs!

As soon as Sylia's figure appeared, Uncle Weirdo immediately caught her. That figure is like a pillow cut-down loamy in Uncle's arms. He didn't fight at all. It seems that Adrik and I are ready to exert super energy to catch it becomes useless at all. But Uncle kept his catch well. Like me, she knows sylia's cunning. Uncle locked both hands of the boy behind his body.“How are you all? Is this how you greet old friends?” ask her with a disgusting glue-but sound.

False softness!

“Sylia, Sylia... ckckck,” said I shook my head-ge-leng. “Lo consider yourself our friend? Friends from where? Cheek!”

“Don't circus, Bang Jaka. Ordinary ajaklah,” he said with a smile.

“Lo is not our friend! We are all busy keeping Latitude well, while you do the opposite.”

Sylia laughed out loud.

“Well, what boy, yak? He's even ngakak. Strange basis.”

“You all don't understand. I heard the Lintang wanted death. That's why I'm da-tang.” Sylia looked behind my shoulder. There is a latitude that is still sitting limp. “Yes, right, Lin? I just helped you, didn't I? Hahaha!”

I turned to find out the latitude reaction. Unnecessary. “Many bacots lo! Uncle, we're good, okay?”Sylia did not respond negatively. He fiddled. You know, don't you, anyway? His expression was like a psycho-pat. His smile gave a creep.

“We just get rid of it somewhere. I'll tie him very tight. He will die alone if Lintang doesn't think about it anymore.”

“Serah,” murmured Sylia. “Lintang will always need me. Not now, it could be later.”

Uncle went over my shoulder to look at Latitude. He might want Lintang to say something. But the man behind me was silent. I looked around to find out his reaction. Latitude melongo.

“Lo promise, Latitude,” squeal I'm not patient. “What?” askalanya.

“Never call again this te-ngik boy!”

“Ya. I'm, right, sorry, Bang. Stop not believing in me!”

I kept silent looking at him. “OK, okay. I per-caya.”

“Felix call me! I have to go!” Latitude squealing.