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Section 6 Latitude

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The sky in Berastagi is light blue. The clouds are silver. It was a hot day, but the wind was still cold. Mother Retno must be the most excited. Because he had never seen this beautiful place. I'm also very enthusiastic. Last came here about ten years ago with Junior High friends at school. That's also I picked up Aunt Lea because of a sudden rampage in the inn. SMP is a pretty tough time for me.

Even though I did not stay, I had a dream to stay here. Now, that dream came true. It seems, not only Mother Ret and I are overwhelmed with excitement, but also everything. Abundant pleasures hollow chest, so I can not stop ngagumi all that I passed.Kesibukan central tourism city Berastagi already we left. The houses are not as crowded as before. Each distance between houses is filled with fields of vegetables or fruit. For a moment, the silver cloud blackened. That's how fast the weather here changes.

The longer the path we passed the more we climbed. The cold air blows. I raised half the window glass.

“Cold, Lin?”

“Ya, Pa.”

“Bring jacket, right?” I'm nodding.

“Pake if it's cold,” the suggestion.

I nodded again. I'll wear it later. This cold can still be overcome. At least I want to enjoy it for a while. Air like this is rarely felt in the field.

“In front there it is, home Charity.” Papa looked at a house we were going to pass by in a moment.

Papa slowed down the Chevrolet just as it passed, so I could observe the house that I was going to work in. The house is high fenced. Fortunately, the fence is not just a stiff iron so that it raises the aura of kesom-bongan. This house looks like it is connected to the surrounding. Because, the fence has been visited by green and yellow flowering plants. Full, until the original fence is no longer visible.The vines fence makes us unable to freely look inside. The only way to increase the intensity of the view is the black iron gate cracks for in and out access. I made a brief observation. The hat from the outside is only a few parks, asphalt paths, as a small gian of terrace buildings, and closed garage doors. From there, I can conclude three things. First, this house is beautiful. Then, the owner-is rich, and the latter may be a traditional natural taste. I don't know much about the name of the home design. That's my maximum ca-ra to describe it.

Car speeds are back to normal. A second later, I felt a kind of foreign void crawl through my heart. I remember Mama and Aunt Lea. There was a piece of feeling in my soul that was grasped by sadness. This time I left them and felt sad. I also remember my home. My place was wasting fluctuating days. Beautiful house but cold.

I don't know why this strange feeling is present. Maybe because what I'm doing is some kind of big lom-patan. You will still feel the shock first before everything goes back to normal. So, I took a deep breath, for the sake of upa-yes reduced the grip of that sadness.A few minutes had passed since we passed the house of Charity. Now I see a small forest ahead. You can't say the forest either. More precisely called a bunch of pine trees concentrated in one location. The mini pine forest is quite visible from here because the right side of this road is only a stretch of fields sa-yur kol.

“See those pine trees?” Papa pointed with his mouth forward. I just cleared my throat to answer it.

“That's Papa's house.”

I tilted my head, frowned, and stared in disbelief.

“Why?” tanyanya when looking at the expression wa-jahku.

“Keren.”

He smiled at my answer. I was staring at that bunch of pines. What sort of house is there between the pines? Ru-m Hobbit?

Papa's car turned left. Now, we're leaving the asphalt road. The road turned into a dirt road. My body was shaken, serving the action of Chevrolet tires that struggled to hit some masters. We passed one or two huts owned by farmers around. The small wooden building where they rest if they are working in the fields. In one of the huts, I saw some people harvesting and arranging cabbage in bamboo baskets. It was so quiet that when a tomato field ended, the pine trees began to approach us. The shade makes the atmosphere dark. There are some cam razor wire fences bordering it from the dirt road.

At the wooden gate that opened between the barbed wire pa-gar, Papa's car turned. My heart is so broken. What kind of spirited person lives in the middle of a horde of pine trees?

Our home garden contains only keladi-eladian plants, orchids, and leaves of the wave of love. It was in the pot too. The house was occupied by a cold mother. Papa's yard looks like a protected forest for tropical forest conservation or some sort of ecosystem research. It could be, Papa is warmer or at least he's not among the average people I've ever known. I don't know what Papa looks like, for sure, his house is more pleasant than where I live.

I imagined seeing a big house. Given, Papa can buy a fairly large land this can certainly also build a large house. Apparently not. The house is not wide. The walls of the building are made of a vertical arrangement of factory-length wood as wide as each around li-ma senti and dark brown. The width of his wake was roughly six meters. Its length to the back is at most only three meters. The shape is like a box placed on top of the arrangement of waste wood. In my mind, this house was as big as a container truck.By the side of the house, I saw a mountain bike, hung like a wall decoration only. This pon-dock has a small terrace. There is a set of round table with three wooden chairs there.

Papa parked the car, then the engine shut down. I went down without the alpas looking around with all the feeling of intermingling. A feeling of pleasure and excitement. The rest is the ne-gatif flavor that I've been trying to suppress since.

Papa's house faces north. I found out from the compass on my watch. To the west of Papa's little house, there's a building without walls. Just the roof and the poles. There are neatly arranged wood-wood like size. In the left corner, a lot of furniture so stacked. The cupboard containing the equipment stood next to it. Meanwhile, the floor is full of wood powder.

“This...,” he said pointed to that little house, “...se-rightly Papa got up to the place Papa ker-ja.”“But,” he continued. “Old Papa sleeps here too. For you Papa has prepared a small cottage in the back. Yuk!”

it's heading south of the house. I followed.

“Then the cottage behind it, Papa woke up to a place to stay. Let the workplace and residence be separated. No, it's not effective. Papa often overslept in front, ate in front, all in front. Yeah, well, the back hut is so rarely made. But yesterday, Papa cleaned up again.”

The pine-pines greeted me kindly. The leaves are like needles and the dried fruit I stepped on. Maybe the cottage in the corner there is what Papa means. I've seen it. The building was no bigger than the previous ru-mah.

The two buildings are almost similar. Only, this one Papa painted it in green and white. The arrangement of the wood is not vertical, but horizontal. Just like the cottage in front, this small building also has a terrace. The difference is, the patio occupants are only a lazy chair from rattan. In front of her there are three steps as access goes up to the terrace. The wooden floor of this house is not attached to the ground, but is supported by an arrangement of large logs. Before reaching the house, the ranks of pine trees were exhausted and replaced by a patch of garden that mixed contents. I saw several rows of corn trees, tomatoes, chili, mustard, even strawberries. Behind this white green hut—maybe Papa—'s land finish lineback again pine stands lined up like a guardrail.

Just five meters in front of the hut, I saw a wooden bench under a solitary pine tree. In front of the bench, there is a dark circle on the ground. On it are burnt wood.

“Used campfire?” manya pointed. “Iya.”

“Wow!” enthusiastic response.

“If the weather is sunny later tonight, we make a bonfire, yes.”

Papa's words give the impression that he greeted me with happiness. I really appreciate it. He wants to get me out of that boring house, I'm happy enough.

Papa was standing on the terrace of the cottage. He turned the key, then shifted the door leaf. At that time I climbed three wooden steps. A distinctive ripple-to-noise is created.

“Log in!” bring Papa.

I passed Papa's big tall body. He let me in first. The house is amazing. Although small, but perfectly arranged. I was greeted warmly by a blue sofa. A thick white fabric embroidered with blue flowers was draped on his backrest. The sofa was impressed like a mother who ra-mah. I so want to immediately roll in his lap.In front of the sofa, there is a kind of small shelf full of my mom. It is certain that the rack was made by himself by these famous wooden lumberjacks, Mr. Eky Suhendra.

I turned my eyes to the right. There was a small table and one retro wooden chair in white like it was chatting familiarly. The perfect place to eat, study, read, or just munch. If you poke your butt in his chair, you'll be facing a window that serves pine trees and a vegetable garden.

At the far right end of this cottage, there is a bathroom and kitchen. The thing that struck me the most was that, next to the bathroom door, there were wooden pliers. The stairs lead to the bed. I'm grazing. Maybe, if I could see my eyes cent-self, I'm sure those eyes were glowing. So, this cottage bed is right above the bathroom and kitchen? “Like, Lin?” asked Papa who was still standing by the door.

“Ya, Pa.”

Papa nodded. “Ya, already. You rest first. Let Papa make some food up front. Want tea or coffee?”“Just tea, Pa.”

Papa turned around and exited the cottage. “Paaa...,” call me hoarse.

“Ya,” he replied while turning his head.

“Not bitter tea, yes, Pa. Pack sugar bit.” Sebe narnya this is not what I want to say. I ha-his too embarrassed.

Papa smiles.

“There's a lot, Pa,” I said again, forcing myself to say the honest thing I've been wanting to say since. “I mean Lintang, thanks already allowed to stay here. And, then-heck is the tea.”

I ended my sentence with a-neh. It feels awkward.

Papa looked at me in silence about two de-ticks, before nodding and smiling. He also looked nervous, like me.

“Eh, if you want to use hot water, turn on the button first, yes,” Papa said again as it passed.

I went back to my activities: watching the surroundings. Just retracing in the kitchen, I was made gaping with super-complete cooking equipment for the size of “bapak-bapak”. I'm getting excited about doing a home tour to find out what else this cute house has.