Hansa & Geeta
Chapter XV

My head came out from behind the door with a stiff smile.

“Eh, Aunt...”.

Aunt growling. Then I grabbed my ear.

“Duhhh!! You this! Auntie thinks you're sick. How come to the house? He said he wanted to make breakfast?!”

I grimace and laugh occasionally. I guess the little me didn't like Auntie for this.

She's chatty.

“Sorry, I overslept. Semalem sorted out the stuff until staying up, sorry,” I regret.

It seems that my heart feels hard to lie to Auntie. But I didn't lie completely, did I? I really do tidy things up.

Aunty looked at me with a probing look.

“Oh yes? Why not change clothes now? Don't you play out and just go home.”

I swallowed spit. Still trying to smile.

“Kan if abis stay up late can't shower Bu!” chirp a girl from behind Auntie's body.

Ah, he's coming too apparently.

Aunty responded to the words of her youngest child with a small nod.

“True too. But at least you should change!”

I heard his scolding. Well, it's better not to talk too much or Auntie will be suspicious.

Thank goodness the boy came along, otherwise I might have been found out. No, Geeta's been found out.

Although I'm not sure if it was Geeta or not.

“Come, Agni. Have you had breakfast?” my broom to Aunt's son.

I must repay his kindness!

Agni smiled shyly and stepped in after her mother.

“He deliberately did not eat at home so Denger Aunt wants to come here. Said he wanted to eat with you!” aunty Sahut.

The child's cheeks were reddened. “Mother!”

I laughed and rubbed his head slowly.

“Really? Then thank you for coming with me.”

Now his ears are also flushed. Haha, that's funny.

“Eh?! Hannie!”

Agni and I were surprised when I heard Auntie's screech.

For a few seconds, I still hadn't realized the cause of Auntie screaming. But, as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I just remembered that there was a lot of food scattered there.

Again, I clicked my tongue this morning. I forgot to clean up the creature's feeding marks.

“Hannie! What is this?!”

Aunty looked at me disgusted, surprised, and angry. Of course, the house he had guarded the last ten years turned into a ship that broke overnight.

“A-I can explain..” I replied while scratching the nape that does not itch.

...…...

“What?! Weasel?”

I took them, - Auntie and her daughter - to the living room. Because there's no way I'm cleaning the kitchen right now.

Aunt gawking at my story.

Yeah, I lied again. It feels really uncomfortable! But I also can't be the real story.

Maybe, actually, I can tell the truth. But, I remember Grandma seemed to love that creature very much.

And I also don't want to be considered crazy, just in case they don't believe my story and Diwa doesn't want to show his true form.

“So, you managed to evict that weasel?” ask Aunt again. Ensuring.

I'm nodding. “Agot difficult. But he already ate most of my food stock.”

Aunty shook her head and massaged her temple.

“Udah Aunty thought you shouldn't live alone here. Want Aunty to find a housekeeper?”

I blinked and hurriedly rejected the offer.

“Ga to Aunt. Thanks though. I really gapapa,”, I said as I raised my hand in front of my chest.

Changing the topic, I allowed them to eat a potluck snack. I also ate the breakfast Auntie made.

“But sister ga luka?” ask Agni.

Ah, why do you have to talk about ferrets again.

I nodded with a forced smile. Come on Agni, you helped me out earlier.

I let out a faint sigh. If we continue to discuss this, I must also continue to lie.

“Iya, later Hansa thoughtin ya Aunty,”. Then pour some tea for him.

In the next few minutes, we continue to talk about ferrets. Until Auntie said that some of her neighbors also experienced the same thing.

Said he was gonna call the animal handler or something. Hahh, I feel more guilty.

“But, Hansa. Do you know about Diwa?”

I choked for a moment.

“Eh- uh. Drink or drink,” Aunty's word is anxious.

Why is he talking about Diwa?!

After a glass of water, I smiled tiredly.

“Diwa?” I pretended not to know.

“Iya, Diwa!” Aunty put a piece of donut that had been bitten onto the plate. Then his face turned serious.

“Say she likes to kidnap kids. Not just small children, adults or teenagers too, if the same quagmire will be kidnapped.”

I stopped eating and listened to the story.

“Then, when you were born. Auntie iketin you red ribbon on equal foot hand. People said not to be kidnapped if the baby. But teh, detachable with your Grandma!”

I'm termangu. Is there such a story? Did Auntie know me since I was a baby?

When did Grandma and Aunt become friends?

“Terus well, malem-malem you cried at that time. Said some passers-by, there were creatures swimming to the bottom of the swamp. Ih serem yah! Good thing you haven't been kidnapped.”

Wait, what? Has anyone seen anything besides me?

“What Daddy's with my Mother see?”

Auntie shook her head. “Ga anyone saw in this house mah. They also in ga believe soan.”

Then, you don't know? Then why did Grandma introduce me to Diwa but Dad didn't? Father is his son.

“Kalo Aunt? Has Aunt ever seen?”

Auntie shook her head. “Unfortunately Aunt herself has also never seen euy!” said chuckle.

I grunt. He told a very convincing story but actually never seen it.

“Then that story about Diwa is just a myth.”

Aunty looked at me with an unacceptable look. His eyes looked straight into my club's eyes.

“You and your Grandma are very similar.”

I frowned thinly.

“Even the sentences you threw are the same.”

The wrinkles on my forehead are getting clearer. Whahuh? Why suddenly Grandma?

“Miss Sophie also considers this Diwa story just a myth.”

This time the view of Aunt fell down. Exactly in my necklace that I hid behind my shirt.

I can't read his mind. Where is this conversation going? Why did the atmosphere suddenly turn tense?

“Hansa.”

My reflexes straighten my back. Aunt's tone changed. He didn't call me by a nickname.

“Do you know why Aunt believes so much in this Diwa story? You must think Aunt is so enthusiastic about stupidly not knowing the truth, right?”

I swallowed spit. What the hell is it?

Aunt smiling –no, more precisely grinning. He looked at me deeply, until it felt like the sight had penetrated all the way to my soul.

“Your grandmother, Miss Sophie, do you know what gossip is spreading about her?”

I'm shaking.

Aunt's youngest child seems to already know this ‘gosip’. Really? Even after Grandma died the rumors were still there?

“Then let Aunt tell.”

Auntie got closer to me. His body leaned forward.

“Miss Sophie rumored to be the only person to keep Diwa.”

My eyes widen. I'm termangu. Not because of Aunt's words.

But because ‘Diwa’ is peeking out from behind the living room window.

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