We're Latitude

Our Latitude - Part 8 Latitude

Section 8 Latitude

PAPA left my cabin a few hours ago when it was raining a little. The message, if hungry, was that he had prepared dinner in the front cabin.

We talked quite a lot. Our conversation is not serious either. The themes taken only around Papa's work and my activities first when studying in the music department. I realized, we were looking forward to choosing the talking material. It is very felt that we keep each other so that do not first open the past ‘kotan’.

Outside still drizzle. I closed the window curtains. There are four windows in this little house. One next to the sofa, one next to the door—right in front of a small table, one in the kitchen, and another window near the bed. I've all closed. Somewhat horrified also looked at the pine ranks outside. Especially when it rains like this. Small plants move in the wind alone, it can make me imagine the strange. The big trunk of the pine tree so similar tu-buh genderuwo. The shithead I have, besides having ba-nyak alter is able to see invisible creatures. Since childhood, I could feel their existence and look at them. If Risa Saraswati can now make peace with friends ‘hantunya’, I'm not. Maybe because ‘my luck’ is not that cu-ma. Risa only needs herself to make peace with friends from that other dimension. I have to make sure first, Jaka, Mer, Civa, Bunda Ret, and Uncle Weirdo also want to make peace with ‘me-rek’. And, it seems that it is very unlikely to happen.

Civa is, of course, most frustrated at seeing astral beings. They hate ghosts. Mother Ret is afraid. Bang Jaka, let the big body be like a thug, he's afraid of ghosts. Uncle Weirdo, he's between there and there's not a ghost, either. However, as far as I know he also chose to stay away from those ghosts. Me? I'm afraid of ghosts. I just don't want to look any stranger. Have many alters change each other already quite troublesome people, especially later there are ghost friends? Vociferous! Too boisterous!

Civa was so scared. Terror Majoru is coming again. I was going to pick up a guitar and try to get rid of the fret by playing some songs. I pare that intention, because Mayoru's business is ur-gent. I had to hold a meeting at the Tree House.I climbed up the stairs and went up to the bed. Cross-legged, I closed my eyes and began to deliberate on calling them all.

Home Trees in ‘Head’—inner world.

This is where we can all gather and meet each other face to face: inside my head. We live in a tree house. Not in a tree house. Each of us, occupying one cozy tree house. In the middle, on top of the biggest tree, there was one tree house where we gathered. Some kind of hall gusukan. Between one tree house and another tree house, there is a kind of connection in the form of a wooden bridge. From the bridges, we can access one tree house to another.

If one of us is at ‘depan’, then the other is here, occupying each tree house, usually asleep, doing their own one-ri-day activities, etc, or meet another alter. Now, I gathered them in the Main Tree House. Everyone was present, except Uncle Weirdo. He's on the hunt. Weirdo's uncle was a hunter from Australia. He's rarely around here.

Civa stuck in the arms of Mother Ret. The little girl was crying. Mer too, so da-tang immediately stepped out and wrapped his hands in my arms. Bang Jaka in the style of a whimper sits on a wooden couch. Although he tried to look san-tai, his face looked very depictive of character. The chaos is now visible. On-the-spot Mayoru hasn't done anything yet, just show herself.“About Mayoru,” I said opening a discussion.

Civa raised his crying voice. Mother Ret immediately stroked the child's head to calm him down. He was really scared to even just hear his name.

Bang Jaka shuffled and joined us on the wooden floor of the tree house. He's cross-legged on my sam-pen. I guess, because he's goosebumps sitting joints-rian's a little far from us.

“I will try to solve it myself,” je-lasku. “So, I ask you no one to come out first until everything is clear.”

“Lin, until when do we take care of that? I'm not strong, Lin! We have a future! At least you have a future! When else can we think of the future without disturbing?” pekik Mer emotional.

His blue eyes are looking at me. Those eyes are full of great concern for me. Mer is always present if I need the courage of a girl. He'll show up if I need confidence. He who takes over if there is a duty to talk in public. He's at birthday parties or other social activities. However, Mer also has shortcomings. He's hard to be te-nang. Its nature is like small coals in peatland.“Mer, relax do you!” bang Jaka said rather se-bal. “This, right, is also not the will of Latitude. I'm also the same Majoru. But what we need is a solution. Although the solution to ga ‘out’ I dispute one hundred percent.”

I tilted my head to look at Bang Jaka as a sign of questioning his words.

“Lin.. lo is again in a new place, same people ba-ru anyway even though he is Papa lo. I will not let you alone in a foreign place that we also do not know what is safe for lo.”

He's weak on those kinds of creatures like Majoru. I was reminded to ask something.“On the way to Berastagi. When we were in the field, I fainted. Waking up-ba-gun, I felt an overwhelming fear. Until I have to take emergency medicine. Who else was on ‘depan’ that time?” my many.

All quiet. Bang Jaka moved uneasily. “Abang, right?”

The burly man with a thin beard in his da-gunya nodded in embarrassment.

“I know, you all love and don't want anything to happen to me. But so far, only I can survive against Majoru or makh-luk like him.”

“There! There's someone else!” Mer interrupted. We all looked at him. He's looking down.

He must feel guilty about saying it. Sa-ma like me, everyone here knows who Mer meant.

“Jangaan! No, Brother Mer!” Civa yells his-sliced.

Mer immediately went to Civa and sat hugging him. “Sorry. I'm sorry, Civa. But we have no other way, Sweetheart.”

Civa is back. If Civa continues to be sad, bi-sa affects my mood. It's dangerous to keep her scared and crying.

“Where, Bang Jaka? Mother Ret?” tanyaku.Bang Jaka looks riled up. He folded his hands and looked at the wooden floor. He has not yet received an answer it seems. I turned my eyes to Mother Ret. She gave a warm smile to me despite being very forced.

“Mother will agree on your decision. Mother will provide support as much as Mother can do. If that should happen, Civa let Mother take care. Mother will take him to Pon-dok Roses in the middle of the forest.”

“Ber... Mer's coming, Mommy,” sambar Meredith de-ngan vibrating voice.

Bang Jaka snorted. He freed one hand from the fold in front of his chest to poke his chin. “Then, I agree,”.

I'm nodding. Taking a look at Mer, he nodded as well. Civa's head is embedded in his chest. That's so sorry, that kid. Ret smiled at me. Bang Jaka grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me into his arms.

“I will cross into the forbidden forest and look for it.”

“Thank you, Bang. You can always count on!”