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Section 50 Latitude
Latitude, Controller, Medan.
I asked to be dropped off right in front of the Tea Pot Cafe. So Aunt Lea put up a sign light will pull over and look for a rather spacious parking lot. I'm down. Captain Literature Kirk. That's all I remember seeing this cafe.
“Yakin down here, Lin?” ask Mama who is sitting in the front seat.
“Iya, Mother. Lintang peng sightseeing enjoy the afternoon air,” I said with a dramatic pretentious tone.
“Bikin dinner alone, yes, Lin. There's a chicken that's already aunty seasoning in the freezer. Stay digo-reng aja.”
“Iya, Aunt. If it's males, right, can Gofood,” cele-tukku.
Mama glances at Aunt Lea.“Don't eat carelessly!” pekik Aunt Lea. I'm giggling. “No! I want to eat carelessly to die quickly!” threaten me while glancing at Ma-ma.
Mama's pounding. “Fed you, Lintang.” Ak-hirnya Mama let out her golden voice.
“Well! If Mama says it, I just want to recede.”
Furtively, Aunt Lea stuck her thumb behind her. He supported my actions.
“OK. The latitude goes down first. Her date success, yes, Ma.”
“What, anyway, Lin?” Mom looked up and pointed at the objectionable face. “This is just a regular meeting. My mom will not go back to your dad. That won't happen!”
“Who can know?” I shrugged and opened the car door.
I'm down. Hopefully they can solve the problem well. So that Papa can continue his life—with or without Mama. It's the same for me. I can still have both. I was also invited. But I don't think it'll be comfortable. So, I chose to be escorted home after meeting Mbak Icha to meet my kon-trolku schedule.
Of course, after experiencing a pretty great shake on the Tree House System a week ago, Ma'am Icha put the schedule back together. A little tight this time, twice in a week. This is the second one after the incident at Pondok Pinus.Mama and Auntie's car has left me. I quickly stepped towards the residential gate. To make it better, I decided to listen to music from my phone. I tucked the ear-phone into my ear. I took my phone out of my pocket and searched for the song.
Yesterday, Aunt Lea managed to find her friends who still have a tape recorder. I asked him to digitally record the song Time Together by Mama, so that it can be easily heard at any time. So, just now, while queuing at Ma'am Icha's place, he sent the footage to my phone. I can't wait, I'm listening to that sweet la-gu again. It feels so happy and her-man when hearing Mama's self when she's still not tainted with shit particles in her life. It makes me smile alone.
Here is the song. Papa's guitar is beautiful. I like the arrangement. Maybe later I will make a new arrangement to be more modern.
My world a bitter ball My way a complicated labyrinth
When we met, my world became a gulali ball, our time together.my way was flanked by war-na-hued trees.
“Hei!”
Someone held my shoulder. I jumped until I almost fell. Had I paused his songs and immediately I pocketed my phone.
“What the heck!” pekikku while releasing the ear-phone. “I think I want to snap my hape.”
Literature laughs. “From earlier called not de-nger, anyway,” said.
“Why is it here, Sas?” my many. I stared at this guy in front of me. It seems he's always makin' black and black shirts again.
“I was in Tea Pot. I see there's a beautiful woman on her own road. I feel sorry and want to suck it up,” he said flickering.
“Ih, I don't need friends,” my spray. Though, I'm glad to be praised by Captain Kirk. “Indeed again the installer himself. Back there to Tea Pot!”
“Aduh..., a new lifetime this time expelled girls.
Where's the kerpleng again,” his joke.
“That's body shaming! I'll report later.”
“Sorry, sorry!” he said then silent. Poor him to the point of running out of such words.
“Seriously, nih, want to nemenin me home? Far, loh,” also I tried to resuscitate him so as not to regret.“Eit, hgeremehin me?”
“Neg. I don't want to, you know, bother to go to Tea Pot again later,” I said. After venturing out to chat at Pondok Pinus the other day, I was more comfortable talking to him.
“That's not possible!”
“Good then!” I stuck my ear with my earphone.
“Heard what song, anyway?” kepo tanyanya.
“You're also horrifying? Nih.” I took the earphones right and gave them to her. Then I moved the left earphone to my right ear.
My earth mines My life is full of excitement
“Whose song is this? New denger.”
“No need to ask. Just a first. Continue to give judgment about this song?”
“OK, okay,” response.
When we met, my earth became a sweet chocolate
When we were both together, my life was like a harmonious song
Refs:
He didn't promise ease but He prepared help for me. You're the one God sent.
To keep me company to make things right, then stay with me...
The song ended when we arrived at the kom-pleks park. Half way to my house. “As-where is the song?” my many.
He took off the earphones and handed it back to me. “Good. Like that ninety-era-era song, yes,”.
“You're right. Good also your music knowledge.” “I happen to be a fan of all things
the smell of that era,”.
“Ah, yes! I recall. Coffee Literature Cafe with nineties theme, huh? Cool!”
“Well, that's it.” He's girly. “Sit for a while yuk, in the park.”
I shut up for a moment, thinking. I don't like going to the park. If anyone else has seen me here, it's Civa.
“I still want to talk to you. There's nobody in your house, right?”I'm shaking.
“Makanya, here aja,” the door. “In your house is not good just by yourself. Ntar raided neighbor again.”
“If I don't want to?”
“Ndon't want to be here? Want both at your house?”
“Ih, no...,” pekikku.
“Udahlah, come.” He pulled my hand because he was probably fed up with my behavior.
“This I can wear KUHP Article 369 paragraph one, nih! Forcing will!” I said.
“You are a Law child or an Art child, anyway?”
“Art boy who knows the law,” I said. Though I also just met last night because I read the news in the online media. Then, I sat in a bang-my garden under a catapult tree. He sat next to me.
“I have a question,” he said. “Ask aja.”
“Why have my messages never been answered?” Nah. I knew he'd discuss that. “Not necessary-
lah.”
“I want to know how you are, Lin.” “Kan, can ask Papa.”
“Only read the message is not polite,” his cecar again do not want to lose.“How important is it to reply to your message?” “Very important.”
“Yes, it's so important why?” “Maybe, because I'm in love.”
“Ngak!” I stood up because I didn't want to miss it.
I actually predicted this. He'll say that. But I hope he never says this. I walked up and down with wide steps. He chased and immediately aligned his steps with me.
“Why, Lin?”
“Why?” I repeated the question and looked into his eyes. “Because can't!” my lan-jut barked right in front of her face.
“Yes, can't why?” He was patient with asking. My treatment was rough.
Apologize, Sas. I'm sorry. I have to do this.
“Can you know why, Lin?” reworked.
I refused to answer and continued to walk towards the house.
“I love you because I accept you for who you are, Lin. For that I have no problem,” obviously without asking.
“Dan, that's not the thing I'm worried about now,” I argue.“Ha?” He's getting clueless. “So because what?”
“You want to know because of what?” I saw him nod. “Because you will be my om,” I continued quickly.
Literature was silent for about two seconds with an undefined expression. The next two seconds her smile widened, then became a laugh. He even laughed out loud.
“What? Why?” I tugged at his shoulder so that ra stopped looking down and laughing while holding his stomach. It sucks! “I mean Papa and Mbak Nisa,” I explained again to be clearer and so that he stopped laughing.
He stopped laughing. Literature looks at me warmly. “They were never close. But seka-rang, will not be possible to marry.” Literature captions have me stunned.
“Why?” My forehead winches.
“Mbak Nisa will refer to her husband. And maybe your papa who has had a hard time moving-on since the stone age is also a referrer with your mama.”
This fact is a bit beyond my estimation. “But, as I was then, I saw Papa hugging with Mbak Nisa in the kitchen of Papa's cottage before I returned to Medan.”
Literature shrugged her shoulders. “Separture slag-hir, maybe.”“Farewell?” I'm not getting any more pa-ham.
“Three days ago Nisa and Chaca flew to Paris. She and her husband are getting remarried there. They'll stay there.”
“Serious?”
“Hu-um.”
Literature is deep. I don't know why it made me....
Meredith.
