We're Latitude

Our Latitude - Part 45 Latitude

Felixia Alter.

I feel Brother Lin is anxious. So, I cut off to ‘depan’ even though he didn't call me. He just allowed it. Now, replace the anxious me. Instead of Majoru's foul ugly aura, a handsome man was looking at me with a smile. It was like waiting for something in the doorway.

I myself was sitting cross-legged in front of a small lemma-ri where to store clothes. Some of it has moved into the bag.

“What's up? Why look-look?” ask me in a high voice.

“Kok, nyolot?” ask her back while stepping in. He found something on the table and grabbed it. A paper. “To Felixia's. I'm finishing ”I get up, pull the paper, and continue reading the contents. Message to me turned out. He was not polite, reading messages that were not for him. All right, we're back in the field. I then sat down and continued to put on Kak Lin's clothes.

“Who is Felixia?” The guy was sitting cross-legged in the cauldron not far from me.

“You don't need to know.” Bedebah anjir is bad.

I continued in my heart.

“Last night, your papa told me everything.”

I frowned, then looked at him with my head tilted. “I don't care!” I'm sweeping lak.

“Hei! Cruel once,” reply. “Is this not Lin-tang?” he continued asking timidly.

I took a breath and exhaled it to the races. Oh, so his papa Brother Lin has already told him absolutely everything, huh, to this stranger? Alright. “It's none of your business, don't you! I have to reskan these things.” I looked around, trying to think this guy didn't exist.

“What else, huh? All the clothes are. Ah, just check the drawers,” I said to myself.

“Can I help?” tanyanya sok friendly. “Not necessary!”

Ah, yea! I looked up and looked at him. He looked at me in the shade. This man seems to like Brother Lin. That, emanated right from his eyes. Now I know, this is why Brother Lin is worried. He's always awkward when he meets men. It's none of my business, anyway. My business Majoru. If this is, anyway, it's like he has to deal with it himself.

Latitude, Controller.

“Sorry, if I interrupt. I just have to help.”

I was greeted by that sad word. Literature's back almost went beyond the door. What does Felixia do? Must be something that hurt her she seemed offended.

Alright, I will face it bravely. Because I don't want my last day here to leave a bad imprint with her.

“Wait!” my peek.

Literature stopped and looked. He's mena-tapku. His gaze made my heart grieve. I took a breath and exhaled slowly.

“I'm sorry. That was. ”

“Not you?” continued. I glared in wonder. “I already know.”

“Papa?”

He's nodding. I was really embarrassed. He already knows my condition which is ‘not healthy’ if reluctant to be called ‘gila’. Ordinary people always call me ‘gila’. Rarely do I want to expose this disorder to people. Especially the new ones known as Literature. I don't like to be called crazy.“It's a shame,” I said as I turned around.

I continued packing things. However, it seems like all the clothes have been put Felixia in the bag. I was confused about what else to do. Ah, yes, let me take care of these spoons. I scooped it up in a hurry, until a sharp knife hurt my index finger. I'm whining. Da-rah is fast.

“Hey, be careful,” strangle Literature. He then squatted near me.

“I'm okay! It's an ordinary wound,” I said a bit hysterically while trying to pull my index finger back.

 Literature doesn't listen and hold back. He stood up and spat in the sink, bleeding. “There is wound plaster?” tanyanya.“Ada, briefly. ” I'm busy opening the bag to look for plaster.

“Sini. Tell me what part let me find.” Literature took my bag.

“In front pouch. Inside black pouch.”

He moved quickly and immediately met his. Deftly, his hands tore off the plaster wrapper. He's fit to be a medic at IGD. “Sini,” the command.

I stick out my index finger. “You sure your mouth doesn't give germs to my wounds?” my many.

He was sticking plaster when I asked him that. The man was broken. “Bigger! All the way you thank.”

“Yes, I wonder, why the knife scratched wound must be sucked so. I was not bitten by a snake! There is also no, right, poison that must be removed?”

“Even if you get bitten by a snake, I won't want to do it.” He finished putting on the plaster and was quoting his wrapping trash.

“I will not suck my own index finger if scratched by a sharp object. Mostly, I washed it in the sink to clean the blood. Blood, right, it doesn't taste good,” my debate.

Literature just came back from throwing away the plaster wrapping paper when my sentence ended. He looked down, looking at me who was still crouching. “Ba-how about I say, I do want to.. mera-sakan your blood?”His gaze made my head retreat. “You... sounds like Edward Cullen.”.

He moved to the chair by the small table. I'm standing. “So, are you back in Medan?” tanyakanya.

I'm nodding. He sat in that chair. I also put my ass on the couch.

“There, we can see you again, right?” I folded my hands. “For what?”

“For what?” ask her back because I don't understand my question—maybe.

“Iya. For what?” my ul.

“Maybe to just tell a story, drink tea in—”

“Oh, I don't drink tea. That's Meredith. If you meet me with a tacky make up, it means her.”

“Meredith?” tanyanya. “He-em.”

“I want to hear a lot about you.”

“Neither important, Sas. Of course it doesn't matter you know.”

“For me important.” He insisted.

“I hate people who like maksa. I gave you a warning. I'm not like other girls. I'll trouble you a lot. Anyway, I gave you a warning, yes.”“Yes, I know.”

“Basic, stubborn,” rutukku.

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “So, we are officially friends, yes?” tanyakanya.

“Tree months training period.”