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Our Latitude - Part 47 Latitude

Section 47 Latitude

Alter Meredith in the Inner World Latitude.

AFTER they left, I walked back to the Main Tree House. The situation here is not at all pleasant as long as you know.

Duuuaarr!

I'm looking. My heart almost fell out. Lightning strikes so fiercely. The high-energy electric beam hit the roof of the Main Tree House. I saw a flame burning but then it was extinguished in the rain. It leaves only a thin smoke and a blackened trail.

“Mother! Civa!”

I panicked right away. Such a huge tree house was instantly torn apart like a piece of paper. My knee went limp for a moment. Mother and Civa are inside. I ran to immediately find out their circumstances.“Mer!” Mother Ret's screeches echoed when a window of a tree house on the wall of the back was open.

The front half of the tree house, already lu-soul into the flood under there. Mother and Civa waved from the window of the tree house of the bela-kang section. They should leave the place immediately. It could be that the back also collapsed because the fastener is no longer sturdy.

My mind was going around looking for a way. Ah, b-how, huh? Ah, yes, I have to make a makeshift bridge from the tree house to where I am now.

“Mother, survive!” my peek.

They hugged and must have been cold. It's not like I'm out here in the rain. However, due to the panic and all the rage, I felt the heat burning in my chest.

I was looking for wood, or boards, or bamboo, or anything that could serve as a makeshift bridge. I moved a bit forward, to the already walled part. There are many boards that do not float into the water. I tried to pull it, but it got stuck in another piece of wood.

This can't be! Kraaac!

 The sound of wood cracking was terrible followed by the shrill scream of Civa, making me more and more fast-paced. The rest of the tree house moved down.

“Don't move much! Find a sturdier beach, Bun!”

They immediately stepped carefully, looking for a more sturdy pi-jakan. I remember seeing a wooden barrel leaning next to Uncle Weir-do's cottage. So I went back there.

The length of the wood makes it difficult to walk. I put the wood on my shoulder, carrying it. Se-gera I laid the wood carefully across the gaping lu-bang from where I stood to the floor of the remaining tree house.

Pluck up! Blashy! “Argh, shit!”

I miscalculated. The wood is less long. The end could not reach the floor of the tree house. The wood was now floating and drifting in vain carried the current.

I took a breath, exhaled the perla-han while trying to stay calm in order to find another way.

The kreeekkkk!

That horrible sound again. The Main Tree House moved down again a few inches.

“Defend, Mother, Civa! Handle in place ko-koh!”“Hurry up, Brother Mer!” Civa's moans sound pathetic.

I'm turning. Beside me is Bang Ja-ka's house. He had a long, sturdy wooden door.

“Jaka, sorry. Excuse um. ”

I kicked Bang Jaka's door.

Not to be let off. Kicked again. Again. Again.

And blash!

The hinges are dislodged so as to make the door leaf fall. Fortunately the door building here was indeed nothing too sturdy. My house doesn't even have a door, just my favorite emerald green curtain. There are no thieves here.

With maximum force, I lifted the door. My finger was repeatedly pierced by the sharp-pounding wood fibers. However, I don't care. It wasn't too bad either because my hands had been frozen cold since then. I placed the door leaf carefully towards the floor on the gaping wall at the very edge. My muscles were pulled to the maximum and it hurt to hold the weight of the door, while the tip was still floating in the air. Hopefully this time it can reach the floor.

And. hap! Succeeds.

 “One by one,” my proposal. “Civa first. Come on, Sa-the!”I saw Civa hesitating. He looked at Mother Ret who gave him some spirit. He's like eng-gan leaving Mother Ret.

“Quick, Honey! Slow road. Step your feet carefully. If you are not sure of your footing, look for another foothold. Just put on the feeling, honey. I wait here.”

Civa seemed to be starting to gather strength. He looked at his path. He had to walk slowly through the wall that was still left from where he stood. He had to be able to pass through it before he could get to the gaping wall where this makeshift bridge I was stranded on.

The movement of the steps is quite risky, both for in-rinya and for Mother Ret behind it. It's just a little he stepped, will make the cons-talasi tree house change and can be washed away like the other half. However, just hanging out there is also not an option.

Civa starts his steps. I can see the flutter. Either because of the cold shivering or the fear. Maybe both. Every time he steps the sound of a wood creaking terrorizes. Many times he turned his head, checking on Mother Ret who kept warming her from behind.

Civa has reached the edge of the crack of the tree house. He swallowed. Below there the flood waters are raging. Frankly, if I were Civa, I would also be daunted through this not necessarily sturdy makeshift bridge.“Come on, honey,” persuade me. “A little more until. Per-land only.”

Civa's right foot began to step on Bang Jaka's door. He tried to feel his sturdiness and after being convinced, he raised his right leg.

“Yes, so, Civa. Its alright. You’re gonna be alright, Honey. Come on!”

The kreeekkkeeeekkkk! Cracks! Braaak!

“No! Mother!” my peek.

The tree house moved down again. Mother was slammed because the floor area was getting slanted. His body was no longer visible to me at the window. Civa who had arrived in the middle of the bridge, berkong kok because of shock. She cried.

“Mother! Mother!”

“Ndak nothing! Mother is nothing!” we scream Bun-da Ret from the inside.

“Mother, survive, please!” I almost cried.

Civa's still squatting.

“Civa.. here, Darling. Quick. Let me go there to help Mommy,” persuade me.

He looked at me and started crawling over the makeshift bridge slowly.“Good girl! Good girl!” praise me because he immediately responded to finding a safer way to cross.

I stuck out my hand when Civa was almost there. I can finally hold the little girl's shoulder now. He became more confident when he got close to me. He stepped ka-ki over the makeshift bridge in his long stride. Civa arrived safely. I hugged her.

“Good girl,” I said give spirit. Rubbed his back. But then, the,

he withdrew from my embrace and turned back to look at the Main Tree House. “Mother!” pe-kikya's.

“Mother nothing, Nduk,” replied Bunda Ret echoed without us knowing how to kon-sinya.

“Civa, there, you enter Bang Jaka's house. Ce-pat!”

At first Civa was reluctant. Because he is worried because Mother Ret has not been able to cross here. He wants to continue to know the state of Mother Ret, for sure.

“Civa, please.”

Finally he moved slowly although still reluctant.

“Mother, survive! I'll be there!”I crouched down then used Civa ta-in way: crawling. I started crossing over and frothing ha ignoring the terrible water turbulence down there. I really don't want to look down. Keep my head up, keep looking ahead.

When I got to the end, I immediately looked beyond the rest of the wall. Mother Ret was face down on the sloping floor of the tree house. He was holding on to one tree trunk supporting this house. If the gangan is released, his body will slide into the water down there.

“Mother!”

Frankly, now I am confused as to what way to save her. I turned my eyes to find a way.

Cracks! Blashy! Blashy! Blashy! Some of the wood from the roof and walls one by one fell into the water and was instantly wiped clean. As if to point out, that's how it would be if you fell from here.

“Mother!”

“Back, Mer! Back back! I-i can. You back. This house is about to collapse. Just leave Bun-da. Mother can be alone!”

“No! No, Mommy!”

“Back, Mer. Please...” Mother Ret looked at me expectantly. I can no longer hold back my tears. “Back...,” he said really begged.

“No!” I turned around on all fours crying hysterically.Crack! The sound of loose wood sema-kin terrible. When I arrived near Civa, the rest of the Ru-mah Main Tree, pour all of it into the water. Including Mother Ret who is still in it.

“No!” hysterical shouting.

“Mother!” Civa was screaming behind me. “Do not!” pekiknya.