Hansa & Geeta
Chapter XVII's

I cringe. Of course, you just joined us five minutes ago. Keep, what-what's ‘That Young Master’?

I politely smiled and replied, “Iya, it looks like I am not a balanced interlocutor for you at the moment.”

Grandpa's friend gawked at my answer. Then laugh out loud.

“Wah! Sophie, your granddaughter is so good at talking! What did you teach him?”

Grandma closed her eyes and sipped her tea.

“Not me. You should have asked her parents, Kama.”

Grandpa Kama leaned his body forward. He looked at Grandma in disbelief.

“Oh, yes? I know you are the master teacher of this child.”

Then switch to looking at me.

“Hei son, what's your name?”

I straightened my back. Act perfect.

“Hansa Reyki Grace's. I'm seven years old. If grandpa?”

Grandpa Kama was once again fascinated. It seems. He's getting excited.

I let out a faint breath. It seems like there will be a long conversation soon. Seeing my parents enjoying this atmosphere.

You know, when parents have the opportunity to demonstrate the greatness of their children indirectly.

...…...

It's been a month since I met Geeta. A swamp creature that can turn into a female. I haven't interacted with him much.

When I wanted to, suddenly the next morning Dad asked me to come home. So I haven't had a chance to see Geeta again.

I want to know Grandma's other secrets as soon as possible.

One month later, we returned to this village, but not to Grandma's house. He took us to this restaurant.

And here I am now.

“So, what gift did your Grandma give you on her seventh birthday?”

I put on a thoughtful face. Looks like Grandpa Kama likes people who look arrogant. Maybe for him to challenge?

“Why does Grandpa want to know? Grandpa also wants to give me a gift? Afraid of Grandma like her gift?”

Grandpa grunts amusedly. This time he did not laugh.

“Now, try to tell me first what the prize is.”

I'm aiming at the shoulder. Yes whatever. I pulled my necklace from behind a white shirt that I didn't really like.

Keeping it on is the best because Mommy likes me so much when wearing this shirt.

“This,” my show to Grandpa Kama.

He straightened his back. Stunned to see that thing hanging around my neck.

“Waw, I've never seen anything this beautiful,” he said with enlarged pupils.

Uncle who sat right next to her, chimed in, “That's the best gift Mom gave her. No. gabe. All this time, it was the best birthday present he had ever prepared. Not even my birthday present is as beautiful as it is.”

Grandpa Kama nodded. Justifies.

“Indeed there is no more great and beautiful thing than this.”

He looked to the side and looked at Uncle with a look of pity. “When you're the youngest, Ren. But something as beautiful as this was even prepared for his grandson.”

Uncle looks a little upset. “Yaa, it's okay. Hansa deserves that anyway. He's a good boy, unlike the three of us.”

Uncle looked at Father who was devouring meat steak.

Dad stopped the movement of his hand, and put the fork back on the plate.

“Do not know. I'm not a bad boy. It's just you and May being naughty. I don't,” he said don't accept.

And the next second the situation turned into a debate between two brothers.

I didn't really care and devoured fries that were getting cold. I looked at Grandpa Kama who looked satisfied to see the brothers and sisters fighting.

Why do I feel like he was on purpose?

Grandfather caught my wet who was staring at him, and smiled ignorantly.

“Sssst, isn't this fun?” asked Grandpa Kama with his index finger in front of his lips.

I'm laughing a little. He's a pretty fun guy.

I stopped laughing for a moment. He's still curious about my necklace?

“The necklace. Do you know where your grandmother got it?”

I frowned thinly.

“What does Grandpa want?” ask me while hiding the necklace into the shirt.

Grandpa Kama laughed.

“Do not worry. I have no intention of snatching the necklace from you.”

He's down. At first glance his eyes turned soft.

“Past, me and Raje –your grandfather. We once found a somewhat similar liquid somewhere. I don't remember where it was, but surely the light was leading us to something interesting.”

Grandpa Kama looked at me inside. His gaze really changed. Chortled. It was as if he was not looking at me.

He saw someone else.

“Did you know that your face is a bit like Raje, Hansa?”

I pegged for a moment. Then shake. Everyone says I look like Mommy.

“In your eyes. You have the same look as Raje.”

I'm stunned. What say? I've never met Grandpa myself. He's been gone since I was in school.

“Stare at you, as if staring at Raje. Like back in time.” Grandpa Kama's voice swallowed. “I feel she's alive.”

I swallowed spit. “T-But, my eyes are smell-gray.”

Grandpa Kama is aiming at the shoulder. “Who cares? Any color, if the way you look at this world is the same, yes it remains the same.”

I cringe. How to look at the world? Whatdoes thatmean? Aaaahh. He's weird, like Uncle.

Why can Grandpa be friends with this weirdo?

I heard my Grandpa and Grandpa Kama didn't get along very well. But they're good friends.

“That light, what is interesting from the light that Grandpa found?” I try to shift the topic.

Grandpa Kama woke up from his daydream. His eyes are no longer open.

Now he sees me as me.

Grandpa Kama smiled faintly before answering. “You will know soon.”

He looked at Grandma who was mediating the debate of her two sons.

“Sophie will tell you soon, Hansa.”

I was silent for a moment. Why do I feel like Grandpa Kama knows about Geeta?

“Kama!” granny exclaimed so aware Grandpa Kama was inviting me to talk alone.

“What are you talking to him about? Not a weird one, is it?”

Grandma looked at me and Grandpa Kama took turns. Both of his sons were still arguing small. Mother watches them kill Grandma.

Grandpa Kama raised both of his hands in the air.

“Ups, it looks like I've talked too much.”

Grandma growled a little. His calm demeanor had somewhat faded due to the fights of Father and Uncle.

“Hannie, don't mind anything Kama says, yeah?”

I smiled stiffly. The first time I saw Grandma was a little emotional. He always seems calm.

“You know Sophie, this child seems to be able to meet ‘itu’.”

Grandpa Kama sipped his tea which was getting cold. Grandma's view changed.

“Don't talk about that. We can't discuss it now.”

Grandpa Kama snorted amusedly, and looked at me. He smiled slanted.

“Isn't that so? You can do that, Hansa?”

I was confused to hear every word that came out of Grandpa Kama's mouth. None of his words I can understand.

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