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Our Latitude - Part 52 Latitude

Section 52 Latitude

Latitude, Controller.

MEREDITH asked permission to make my makeup this morning. After giving the requirement not to be too tacky, I agreed. After Mer left and I saw myself in the mirror, I did not recognize the face in the mirror.

This is the first time I've worn a kebaya. Keba-yea soft sea blue with light pink alloy makes me look very slim and ang-gun. I touched the side of my hair. Mer has curled it neatly and gives a small pearl-eyed brooch embroidery. Pearls are the same as those that spread in my kebayak.

My face is not like a mask. He just tidied up the shape of the eyebrows and confirmed my eye line. The glossy nude lipstick makes me look fresh. This time, I love Mer.Thank you, Mer!

Happy happy, whispered. Sure, reply.

Meredith went straight away. Because until now Felixia continues to be on guard near me—about Mayo-ru of course. In order not to be too crowded, usually anyone who is new at ‘depan’ will immediately turn to give Felix a place.

I'm out of the room. My family and neighbors filled my house. I rebuked and swept them one by one. I have to be polite. I'm an adult now, can't be as dumb as du-lu anymore. If you want to be considered an adult, then behave as an adult. Isn't that?

I shook my eyes at the table decorated with lilies, white roses, and all kinds of other white flowers. There, a sacred promise will be made.

My goal is now to Mom's room. There, of course, was Aunt Lea. Mama is so beautiful. The professional has finished his work. Yes, the three of us are coloured. Aunt Lea chose the material and sewed it. He also takes care of everything. I can't imagine what we would be without him. He's a hero to both of us. As he said two months ago, we are his patients.

I hugged her. “Tante ”“Why is this spoiled, ah?” tanyakanya.

I didn't answer. My wish is just meme-luknya only. This woman never thought about her own happiness. I often feel sad for her.

“See, your mama is very tense. I never did.”

Since there were only three of us in the room, Mama turned around. It turned out that he had prepared a penny-jata throw in his hand. Aunt Lea was hit by a glue-and-sense stupor.

“Ih.” Fortunately, Aunt Lea's hands are deftly caught.

“When, anyway, you guys stop playing throw-glue-paran?” many wonder.

“No idea, tuh, si Ge. Maybe until your sister was born, Lin.”

“Amin,” my word expectantly. “Bener, yes, Ma. Bi-kin sister again spout.”

“Apaan?” his screeches. “Mama is old, know!”

“Excuse.” Someone appeared in the doorway of Mama's room. A crew from the Wedding Organizer. “The groom has arrived. Please get ready-si-ap, yes, Bu.”

I moved because I couldn't wait to see the groom's motorcade. I ran out of the room towards the front. Narrow skirt I lift a little, so that my feet freely step.Just like me, all the guests enthusiastically greet the arrival of the groom's entourage. As I thought, Papa must have proudly come to use his old Chevrolet. Several other cars were driving him from behind. That's Papa's family and friends.

Before long, Papa came out of the passenger seat of Chev-Rolet. Thank God, he didn't drive himself. Maybe it's just like that if you nurutin Papa, anyway. But surely it will not get permission from the family be-sarnya. Papa looks very different. He shaved a mustache.

Felix, my papa has shaved my mustache. You won't be able to make fun of Mario Bross again, I'm still in my heart.

With a clean shave of his mustache, Papa seemed to be ten years younger. The be-sar body and its strapping add another level of innate kewi-nya until it reaches the top. Not to mention the effect of Javanese beskap and batik cloth he wore.

Papa smiled as our eyes rubbed. My handsome father, my stupid father. He was telling him consciously and voluntarily to get into our bede-bah life.

“My ideas are to marry my ex-wife again, if she still holds love for me. Although a little,” he said.My stubborn mother, finally mengarah lah. He may be devastated because everywhere and whenever the opportunity arises, I play the song. Lam-bat laun, I believe, it brings back ancient feelings to him. Because to me, the song is magical. I myself can feel a strange sensation when I hear that song. You can read about how my mother was a jolly woman, full of love, and hope.

He may also be moved, Papa still pans all the memories of their past neatly. In addition to the tape recorder and cassette tape, Papa even still keeps the crib he brought from their rental home first. Saved in ru-mah my late grandfather. Papa's Papa.

Aunt Lea also donated the most potent injection. Every day he talks about how good Papa is now. How good it is to get married. How I would be happy if his parents were reunited.

To Mama the words of Aunt Lea must be true. Although outside he denied it, but whatever Aunt Lea said, he would think and gradually obey.

Here comes Mama now. Inside his room, nervously waiting for Papa to say kabul ijab in front of the marriage guardian and witnesses.“I accept the marriage of Gea Gunawan bint Ihsan Gunawan with the dowry ring twenty grams in cash!” papa said loudly.

“How, legit?” ask the marriage guardian. “Sah!” The witnesses answered. “Alhamdulillah!”

***

My mom finally married my dad. Like this soap opera the title is already catchy once. My mom married her boyfriend who was my dad. Hidhi. Thankfully, Papa is not married to Nisa. Because later the title became, my girlfriend is my om.

“Sas? New coming?”

“Band has arrived. They are again getting ready, tuh,” he said.

A few days ago, I was rehearsing with a band that used to play in Literature's cafe. Later I found out, it turns out that Tea Pot belongs to Literature. Insolent, isn't it? He is indeed an entrepreneur with a million businesses that are very down to earth. Time Arrangement

Together I'm done. I need a full band to be perfect.In a moment, I will perform to surprise the two happy brides. My mom doesn't smile much, but I know she's happy. Papa must know how to make Mama smile again.

“Mas, band is ready.” The WO crew came to preach to Literature who immediately nodded.

“Lin? Ready?”

I nodded and moved. Guests invited by Mama Papa are not many. This is not the first item and Mama Papa feels old. So the invitation is only limited to relatives, closest friends, and close neighbors. Papa and Mama were serving and chatting with their guests from the party.

I just got back from picking up a guitar in my room. I immediately joined the band and synchronized the basic keys with them. My mom and dad started doing something.

We're set.

“One, two, three, go!” I gave the aba-aba start.

The intro runs pretty smooth. All the guests turned their attention to us.

 pall

“My world a bitter ball My way a complicated labyrinth

When we met, my world became a ball.

Our time together..my way flanked by colorful trees.”

I sing. My voice was not as good as my mother's, but I kept trying. I saw Sastra come to Mama and give her a micro-phone. Mama shook her head strongly to refuse the offer to sing the next verse.

However, I retained the music and continued to extend the bar until Mama was willing to shout ma mic. Papa seemed to give Mama some spirit. I smiled as Mama received the mic and stood guided Literature forward.

“My earth is mined

My life is full of excitement.”

Mom singing. Well, this just sounds right. The owner of the song is never wrong to sing the lyrics created from his heart and soul.

“When we met, my earth became a sweet chocolate

The time of the two of us, my life is like harmonious songs.”

I don't know why, I'm crying. It was so emotional to hear my mom sing. My mama has returned. He has become more human. In the distance, I watched Aunt Lea busy shedding her tears. Papa's face is not defined. She must be very happy.

“He does not promise ease But He prepared help.”

I put a two on the ref-rain. We duet. Something that used to be impossible for me. Thank you, Papa.

“For me. You're the man God sent to accompany me to make things right, so stay with me...

So keep it beside me. ”

The refrain ends and the song continues with the music. I filled it with self-arranged melodic passages. Suddenly Mama spoke using a loudspeaker.

“Sorry, Latitude, Mama can't cry as much as you guys.” He gave me a grin that was focused on playing the guitar. Forced me to overshadow han amused and shook my head.“It's okay, Mama. Mama can no longer cry,” I said while still plucking the strings of my guitar.

Mama smiles then sings a second verse replay and returns to the refrain.

“He does not promise ease But He prepared help.”

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