Hansa & Geeta
Chapter XIX

After diving again for a while, Geeta reappears, this time slowly.

I was stunned to see those beautiful eyes.

“Nek, what jewel in his hand moved to the eye?” my many.

Grandma laughing. “Do not know yes. Maybe you can ask him that.”

I looked at Geeta again. And he looked back at me with sparkling eyes.

“Hey, what's your excuse to move to the eye?”

Grandma laughed again. Geeta did not answer. He could only make a strange sound.

“Aang!” said.

I don't get it. “Nek, does he not speak our language?”

Grandma shakes. “It seems like it can't. But more or less he understands what we are saying. Maybe you can show something with your hands, to make it easier.”

I'm pouting. Then it's the same with one-way interaction dong.

“Then I want to teach him!”

Grandma surprised. “Any thing you can?”

“Can!” resolutely spirit.

I stood up and pointed at Geeta. “You, start the next meeting, I will teach you to speak my language!”

Geeta blinked a few times and smiled widely.

“Aang!!”

Looks like it's the sign ‘oke’. Okay, maybe I'm getting used to it.

Sit back, I showed him Grandpa's aroji.

“See this Geeta. This is my Grandpa's watch. He gave it to me.”

Geeta tilted her head watching the watch.

“Hangi uung?”

I'm shaking. “Not mine, but Grandpa's. Well, it has been given to me anyway, even from dream.”

Geeta looked at the watch once more and smiled broadly again.

“Aang! Aang!”

He seems to like it too. I smiled cheerfully following him. After that Geeta seemed to think for a moment.

Then back to diving. I looked at Grandma confused.

“Why did he leave all of a sudden? I thought he liked this watch?”

Grandma shrugged her shoulders. Without fading his smile.

I frowned. Why did he suddenly leave?

Not for five minutes, Geeta returned with a pure white lotus flower.

Where did he get these flowers?

“Aaang!! Hangi, aang!!”

He handed the flower to me. Does he want me to have it?

“B-Make Me?” I pointed at myself with my index finger.

Geeta smiled and nodded. “Aang! Aang!”

I received the flower. Real pretty. The flowers are very clean and beautiful. Usually this beautiful flower I see only in the photo.

Once you see the original will not be so beautiful. But Geeta managed to find one like this.

“Thank you, I like. The flowers are beautiful, just like your eyes.”

Geeta widens her smile. She also looks beautiful like a goddess. But still, Mother and Grandma are more beautiful.

...…...

I stared at the beautiful girl drinking hot tea in front of me.

Geeta, I'm more convinced that she's the same Geeta that Geeta was fifteen years ago.

I cringe. Now my head is filled with Geeta, Geeta, and Geeta.

“Hangi?”

While massaging the temple, I looked at him.

“What?”

Geeta looked at me for a moment. His shining eyes looked somewhat worried. Is it because I was in pain before?

I'm sighing. Tried to calm him.

“I'm fine. It was just soybean.”

Geeta is still looking at me deeply. I feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Already,” I said while shaking hands in front of the face. “don't look at me like that constantly.”

Geeta then drinks her tea. Sometimes grimacing due to heat.

Now change me who noticed it.

“Hei.”

Geeta's looking at me.

“What are you, still remember Grandma?”

Geeta put the cup on the table. The light in his eyes dimmed. I frowned.

“You know? If Grandma has...”.

Geeta nodded slowly.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Talking about Grandma made my chest tight.

“Hangi...” Geeta held one hand with both hands.

She smiles. As if to tell me, everything is fine.

I cringe. His gaze that pitied me, it was annoying. But somehow, my tears are still.

I feel, really missed. Like meeting a precious person who has long separated from us.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Geeta opens her mouth, but she doesn't say anything. He's holding. What'd he want to say?

“As I recall, you'll talk to me. Have you forgotten? Or am I the one who hasn't done it?”

Geeta shook her head. “Aang, Hangi. Uung, inga, uuuaa.”

The wrinkles on my forehead are getting deeper. Really, I don't understand what he's saying.

“Alright, I'll teach you again.”

This time the light in his eyes returned. She smiled sweetly. The same smile I said I liked the lotus flower she gave me fifteen years ago.

“Aaang!” he said while nodding.

I don't know what's going to happen in the future. But I don't want to kick Geeta out. Although I feel foreign, but my heart wants him to stay here.

“Geeta,” call me again.

“Ung?” He tilted his head.

“Will you help me collect memories?”

Geeta looked puzzled, but she still nodded doubtfully.

I'm tickling. “Me company. I'll give you plenty of food instead.”

Geeta smiled broadly. Until his eyes formed a crescent moon.

“Aang!”

Maybe I've gone crazy, asked a strange creature to accompany me in search of lost memories.

Ask him to stay here.

But, from the beginning I had gone mad by deciding to return to this house.

Later that night, I told Geeta to sleep in the living room. On sofa.

Wicked? Yes, I am evil and crazy. But it's not without reason.

I also do not know what Geeta is, and her presence in this house is very mysterious.

My eyes squinted at Geeta watching television with glowing eyes.

I can't, I don't want to get too close to him first.

I cringe. Duh, even though I asked him to stay, but I also tortured him like this.

Geeta turned her head, realizing that I was watching her from afar. He smiled, then shook his hand. Told me to sleep?

His eyes said he was okay. All right, let's see until tomorrow.

He wants, the condition of this house is still the same as before even though there is Geeta in it. But, that hope ran aground as soon as I woke up in the morning.

Broken ship.

The living room and kitchen changed as the world war ended.

“Geeta!!” angry seruku.

Where was he after doing all this? Substantial. He wants to run away after making a mess?!

Food rubbish was everywhere. The refrigerator door is wide open. It's gone.

The sideboard, the dining table, the kitchen cabinet, everything was a mess. I looked into the back yard. The door was wide open and there was a trail of food coming out.

He must have run off into the swamp.

In a hurry I went to the backyard.

“Geeta! Out now! What have you done to this house?!”

From behind the bushes, Geeta raises her head. He looks scared. His eyes were so clear that they saw me.

Huh, you think I'll pity you? After all this? With a stifled voice due to emotions, I nagged her.

“Geeta... You have to pay for everything,” I said while glaring.

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