We're Latitude

Our Latitude - Part 48 Latitude

Section 48 Latitude

Alter Jaka in Inner World Latitude.

NOW, the journey feels so exhausting. At first, I was trying to say because I was joking with each other and thought it was calm, this trip was so hard. But if so far it must have felt too, anyway. Because, right, to talk and laugh takes energy. In the sun, that energy is running low.

We just went on another trip after resting. Wet soil from floods makes travel difficult. The wood drifting out of nowhere also makes the travel obstacles more and more. Several times, Adrik fulfilled his promise. If Felixia is exhausted, she doesn't hesitate to carry her. I want to, anyway. Honey, I don't have any more energy.

The distance from here to the Tree House was only about a few meters away. Usually the roof of the Tree House and the chimney is visible from here. But now, I ain't squirming nothing.“I think there is something strange,” said Felixia while looking away at the Tree House.

“True,” sahut Uncle Weirdo fast. “Main Tree House!” I'm panicking.

Without cueing, we were all compact running. No one seemed to be patient enough to know what was going on in the tree house. There was a female figure lying near the entrance of the tree house when we were about to approach the tree house.

“What is it..,” murmured I'm not sure.

“Delay Ret!” Felixia screaming. The girl immediately ran.

We all huddled around Mother Ret. Uncle Weirdo put two fingers to Mother Ret's neck. He then nodded. “Fainting,” said.

There is a bloody wound on the head of Mother Ret. “Come, we lift!”

The four of us, with the energy that is no longer maximal, staggered we lifted Mother Ret. His fat body also made us a bit of trouble. We stopped when we reached the tree house. The Main Tree House is no longer in its place. Leaving only the bottom two steps and some wooden frame attached to the tree be-sar.“Take Mommy to my house,” said Uncle Weirdo.

Then my question, if Mother Ret got dragged a little far to the flood, what about the condition of Mer and Civa?

“Jaka!”

Mer! It's Mer! He emerged from my house. “Mer!” my reply is full of relief. “Civa where?” ask me to be patient.

“She's inside, asleep.” He pointed at bela-kang—my home. “He's very exhausted. Uh, is that Mother? Oh, my God!”

He ran down the bridge to reach Uncle's house. The four of us began to ride carrying the body of Mother Ret upwards. When we got to the top, Mer arrived.

“Mother is okay?” tanyanya.

“It's okay, Mer. He just fainted,” Uncle obviously.

Mer looks very relieved. Maybe he was so tense. Because when he heard the news that Bun-da Ret was fine, his body immediately leaned against the wall of Uncle Weirdo's house. He meme-alley his head, pulling his front hair to the martial kang. His expression is relieved.“Last time Home collapsed, I couldn't help him.” They get emotional and cry.

“Ga what, Mer. Mommy is fine,” I say. “Iya. If anything happens to him, I will feel very guilty.”

“No. Nothing wrong here,” says Pa-man Weirdo. “We'll just take him to his house. Tem-pat sleep I no longer exist, you remember?”

Ah, right, thought I was about to turn into Uncle Weirdo's house right near this staircase.