Hansa & Geeta
The Chapter XXVII

“Who do you name?” I cook in the kitchen. Pay attention to the middle Geeta ‘entertain’ the rabbit on the family room sofa.

Geeta turned around, and held her chin. Thinks. He grabbed the paper on the TV table. Then write something.

[Navy]

I raised an eyebrow. Also pretty.

“Why Navy?”

Geeta wrote again with a smile. He looks much happier than usual.

[Great eyes. I see that color called navy.]

The movement of my hand that was flipping the cooking stopped. Navy eye? I didn't realize the rabbit had blue eyes.

Uh, does it exist? Blue-eyed rabbit?

“Really? Well, I didn't realize his eye color was that good.” I shrink the stove fire, and get close to Geeta.

[Yes! His eyes are navy color! Just look!]

Kneeling in front of the sofa, I noticed the rabbit's face. Our eyes –aku and the rabbit-meet.

After looking straight into her eyes like that, I realized that it was really blue.

The blue color is really dark. Until I thought it was black or brown. I'm stunned. Geeta said, her eyes are beautiful. Like ocean.

“Iya, her eye color is beautiful. Kayak sea,” I said with a smile, and caressed the rabbit's head.

So soft! The fur is so soft!

“Geeta, fit Navy healthy showerin yes. I don't want any dirty creatures in this house.”

I smiled expectantly at Geeta. He seemed to be unable to accept my words.

Haha, yes I know, I'm a bitch.

“AAANG!!” he protested while pointing the writing on the paper in front of my face.

[NAVY IS NOT A DIRTY CREATURE!]

I chuckle. Uppercase letters all yes...

...…...

I put a plate of satay 30 skewers, a plate of 10 omelets, and a large bowl of ujhazi soup –for example Hungarian chicken soup-on the table.

I also did not forget the name.

Geeta stared at the food. I accidentally cooked a large portion because Geeta definitely did not eat enough.

“Sit down, don't stand there.”

I went around the table and pulled out a chair for Geeta. He nodded and smiled briefly at me.

The food seems so much more interesting. I'm holding back the laughter.

Before he himself ate, Geeta had already given the rabbit some food.

It seems that the rabbit is still recovering as well. He is limp and helpless even though Geeta invites him to play.

“Si rabbit— I mean Navy, she still lemes huh?” ask Geeta while eating.

Geeta who was sipping soup from a small bowl, immediately stopped and looked at me.

He put the bowl down, then wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Ung,” the answer is short. Then write on paper.

[I will not sleep and take care of him.]

Reading that, I was stunned. Why does it feel familiar? Did I also keep something first?

I smile at the smile. “Could Imane.”

Geeta's eyes sparkled. He put the paper down, stood up, and ran up to me who was sitting opposite him.

Brugh

The spoon in my hand fell off. Geeta pulled my body into her arms.

“Hannie!!! Makh ahsih!” he said while hugging me.

I'm laughing a little. “Sama-sama.”

After dinner, Geeta and I slept in the living room. Carpet degree. While Navy – rabbit it-she sleeps on the couch.

Geeta sighed sadly. “Nahvi...” He spread his head over the sofa and gently stroked the body of the poor rabbit.

Her bandaged legs caught my attention. It's not foreign. It seems true that I once kept something.

What yes?

Turning my mind around, I grabbed the remote on the TV table and turned it on.

"Geeta, eat the pudding" I said as I stared at the television with a small plate of chocolate pudding in my left hand.

At that time, the event that appeared on the screen showed a horde of chickens running to and fro.

My memory returned right then and there. I'm termangu.

Fifteen years ago. I once took care of an ornamental chicken.

...…...

“Na— Granny!!”

I ran from the living room to the front yard. Grandma just got home from the hospital.

Actually, today is the schedule of health checks, anyway.

“Hannie... You miss Grandma?” he asked with a smile as I hugged.

I nodded in his arms. “Hannie worry.”

Grandma laughing. “Ga there is something to worry about. View.”

Grandma let go of my embrace and spread her hands. “Grandma is fine right?”

I'm pouting. “Yes, but I'm still worried.”

Grandma laughed again. Then not long Dad and Uncle got out of the car.

“Woi! Don't bother my mom, she has to rest!” exclaim Uncle with Grandma's bag in his hand.

I stick out my tongue. “She's my grandmother!” sahutku angry.

Then suddenly from behind someone pinched my cheek hard.

“Heii, bad boy. Dengerin your uncle dong~”

I turned. “Aunt May is also the same!”

The one who pinched me was Aunt May. He came yesterday afternoon. As usual, as soon as I saw him he immediately pinched and kissed me on the cheek.

Sucks.

Aunt May chuckled at my angry expression. “Aduh...my most cute niece. If angry add cute dehhh~”

He knelt down and carried me into the house. I'm mutinous. Beat back. Not too loud.

“I'm your only Aunt's niece!!”

Grandma followed from behind. He just laughed seeing me ‘di-bully’ like this.

The two sisters are very similar in nature. I mean, between Aunt and Uncle. You could say the most different father among them.

Maybe because of the oldest?

“Lease! Off! Release me!”

Aunty did not respond and was still grinning. “Ga mau~ Aunty gamau~ aja own.”

I saw Mother who was tidying the laundry dishes with her eyes clear.

But he didn't help me. He even laughed. And. cheering.

“Aghhh!!! Release!” I hit Aunt May's back a little hard, and she dropped me right away.

Luckily on the couch.

Dugh!

I whimper. “Why was I thrown?!” I growled while rubbing my back.

Aunt shrugged both shoulders. “You asked to be released. It's still a good thing Auntie got off on the couch. Lagian,”

Aunt brought her face closer to mine. “Auntie didn't throw you, but just jatoh aja,” whispered with a terrible smile.

I'm goosebumps. This is why I prefer Uncle over Auntie.

“May, don't tease Hannie on. From the first until now still so.”

Grandma nagged her daughter from the room. I held a triumphant smile.

Aunt grunts. “Yaa, Hannienya is a crybaby.” He grinned and left me. Help mom tidy up the dishwasher.

I grieve. Everyone here can only be tamed the same Grandma huh?

“Maapin your aunt yes, Han. He is still so.”

I turned my head, looking at Om, Aunt's new husband coming down from upstairs.

She was holding her three-year-old son. Looks like I just woke up.

I got up from the couch. Then force a smile. “Ga what the hell. I'm ordinary,” I replied.

We're not so close. Given their families who live far away, so rarely meet.

Then my eyes locked on an object in Om's grasp.

Om who realized I was paying attention to that thing immediately discussed it.

“Oh yes, Hansa. These yours? It was played with Sena. Said Eli this was yours?”

Sena is his son. Boys. I find it a little strange, because at my school Sena is a girl.

I nodded and took it. That's Grandpa's watch.

“Iya, mine. Thanks Om, it's been taken care of.”

Om nodded. “Sama-sama. Earlier Om was also surprised, good stuff like Sena nemu where?” He's laughing a little.

The child in her cradle is still closed.

I smile at the smile. Not a smile of formality. He's a good guy. Rarely scolded his son.

Not like Dad who's been warning me a little bit about this. Even so, Dad is still a good father.

The grandmother who was watching me from earlier raised her voice. “Hannie. If you agree, tomorrow you want to go betulin the watch is the same Grandma?” his proposal.

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