Hansa & Geeta
The Chapter XXIX

“Crazy that time people! Sell cock cockroach. That's why you're talking about facing. Damn emang,” hiss Uncle is upset.

Since crossing earlier, he had not stopped grumbling by himself.

Now, we're heading home in the car. Many times Grandma tried to calm him down in order to drive properly.

But it had no effect at all.

“Udahlah, om-om was like a really sprained time Uncle said ‘cepet cured’.”

Grandma looked at me. “What did your uncle say?”

I put a short shoulder. “Kata Uncle, ‘I transfer more, make his brother berobat’. Continue, ‘Cepet healed, ya’. That's..”.

I glanced at Uncle who was driving in the front seat. He's getting a little spooky. I just saw him this time that angry.

Grandma heard my answer instead of being surprised and laughed.

“Wahh. Keep it that way on brash people.”

Grandma wiped the tears at the end of her eyes. “You think only May would dare to.”

Uncle grunts. “Ya laga. It's just May's way more of a cool one. He was straight into the gas. Less elegant.”

Presumably I was stunned to see their unexpected response.

The grandmother who supported Uncle's actions, and the housekeepers who looked unsurprised. Including Eli.

“Wah... nge-gas it's necessary huh Nek?”

Grandma and Uncle Langsug fell silent. Because they always taught me to stay calm no matter what the situation.

Grandma throats. “Not so, but you can't be fooled if you meet someone who is brash. Especially if you talk to me.”

“That's not to warn our ngeremehin people, Han,” timpal Uncle.

I got a little ooh, and nodded.

I looked at Eli for a moment, and he looked back at me with a smile and nodded as well.

As if to say, ‘Ya, it's true’.

...…...

Arriving at home I did not go inside as usual. I'm approaching the trunk of the car. Waiting for Uncle to open it.

“Awas, Han. You'll get.” My uncle wanted to back off a little. Fear of being pushed by the trunk of a car.

Uncle took out the chicken coop we bought at the market. When viewed from this close distance, I realized the chicken leg was bleeding.

“Nek! His chicken feet are bleeding!” I cried as soon as I saw red liquid dripping from the cage.

“Wah, right. His leg wound.” Grandma covered her mouth with her hands.

“Ren, pebble clean and give the chicken medicine.”

Hearing Grandma's submission, Uncle was shocked.

“Medicine? What drug?” tanyanya's confused.

The grandmother who had just set her foot in the living room turned around and clicked.

“Bring that chicken to vet. Keep asking what the cure is,” said Grandma, then turn around and step inside quickly.

I pulled the tip of Uncle's jacket. She's looking. “Why?”

“I... can you come?” I doubt it with a clear face.

After the incident I fainted in the backyard while playing with Uncle at that time, he did not dare to go out with me anymore.

That means without anyone else taking care of me. He did not dare to take me alone.

Uncle thought for a moment, and looked at Father who was busy taking care of Grandma inside the house.

He nodded, and said. “Bby, as long as you promise not to release Uncle's hand. Okay?”

I nodded slowly. Uncle seemed to be less satisfied with my response.

He knelt down and held his pinky in front of me.

“Promise me?” ask again.

I held back my smile and hooked my little finger on her pinky.

“Yes.”

Uncle smiled satisfied and stood up. “Okay! Let’s go then.” He stuck out his hand. I grabbed the tip, and we went to the vet.

Without Eli. Just me and Uncle.

...…...

The mother sat on the sofa following the request of her eldest son.

The mother stopped the woman's sudden hand movements. “Ga nothing, Anitta. I understand.”

“Where's Hansa?!”

The mother flinched upon hearing the thundering cry of her eldest son.

“Eli! Where's Hansa, huh?! Why hasn't he entered?!”

One of the household assistants who was in charge of looking after the eldest's little son immediately wavered.

He looked into the front yard of the house and could not find the little gray-eyed figure.

“Sa-I'm sure Hansa was behind me, pa—”

“Reason!”

The elder kicked the sideboard table very hard. Until the housekeeper shakes.

“RADI!”

The mother's cry immediately made the eldest speechless. He grieved and asked the others to find his only son.

“Find Hansa see you. Otherwise..” She glanced at the cynical other household assistants she had hired herself to look after her mother.

“You know the consequences right?”

The elder walked upstairs while playing his phone. Calling someone.

The mother who was still sitting on the sofa kept her breathing heavy. He had been holding his breath ever since his son started going berserk earlier.

“What mom?” ask the wife of the firstborn to worry.

The mother raised her hand. Signs he's okay. Then ask for a glass of water.

“May, let Radi know that Hansa most likely went with Reno to the vet,” the mother's message to her second child who is preparing a glass of water.

...…...

I got out of the car and immediately approached Uncle who was taking out the chicken earlier.

It's almost night. I didn't think a veterinarian could be that many.

“Uncle, later if I'm the same Uncle go home each. Who's keeping this chicken?”

The uncle whose face had somehow turned pale only answered briefly. “Eli,” said.

I raised an eyebrow. Did you make a deal with Eli to take care of this chicken?

I know Eli doesn't really like to keep things. I looked forward and realized that Dad was waiting in the front doorway.

I swallowed spit. Dad's face looks very angry.

If it's not wrong, Uncle said his phone was dead and didn't have permission to take me.

I ran a little towards the figure of the sturdy man. “Dad, I—”

“Include,” cut it without excuse.

His voice was much heavier than I usually heard. It was full of emphasis, and he didn't even look at me at all when he said that.

I did not give up and tried to persuade him again. I knew Dad would scold Uncle.

Last time I passed out when I saw Geeta for the first time, they fought for up to a week.

I assume it was Uncle's fault. Because I was the one who was curious. It's not all because of Uncle!

“Dad, listen first—”

“Dad said, log in!” this time, he screamed a little.

He still doesn't look at me. Dad's really mad. Then no one will be able to persuade him.

I glanced at Uncle who stopped stepping in front of the door. His face is getting pale. His hands are a bit sweaty.

He's not afraid of Dad. But he was afraid that their relationship would become more tenuous each time they fought.

Why would I know that?

Actually, I had overheard a conversation between Mother and Uncle the day before he made up with Dad back then.

He said he was afraid that their relationship would be strained by a quarrel.

I sighed resignedly. If you're angry at someone, he'll have a hard time forgiving them.

Uncle looked at me for a moment and smiled faintly. Then nod.

‘Gapapa’ he seems to say that.

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