Hansa & Geeta
Chapter III

“I'll be fine, promise. After all, none of Dad, Aunt May, or uncle, who wants to live there right?”

Dad nodded then looked at Mommy. Of course, he allowed. For Dad, the reason for not wanting to live there is memory.

Just like me, Dad felt a tremendous pain in his heart while in that house. The difference is that Dad's memory doesn't disappear.

The same reason applies to aunts and uncles, it seems.

Mother looked down slightly in response to Father's gaze.

“Alright, but we often tell you,” said Mother in a stifled voice.

I was already about to smile as Zihan whined and twirled my arms.

“So don't go! Don't go!!”

Mother pulled Zihan to release me, then stroked his flushed cheeks.

“At your age, sister is also as stubborn,” said Mother Iirih.

I smiled weakly.

“Sorry. My fourth book will be set in the countryside. I think Grandma's house area would be a good inspiration.”

Mother glanced at me, then smiled gently. His brown eyes looked at me affectionately. The fear of loss.

“Take care of yourself, Mr. author.”

I let out a relief. Mother, she was the most worried when I was depressed. All the ways he did to get me back.

“Good. Had enough. Hansa just wants to stay at her Grandma's house. What bad things will happen?”

Dad stood up from the chair. Hearing that, Mommy immediately stood up and stared intently at Father.

“Don't fix this problem,” growled.

Ah, here again. A small quarrel because of my stubborn self.

Zihan stopped whining at the small debate between Father and Mother. I don't know, but I think every time Daddy and Mommy argue, Zihan seems to enjoy it.

It was like it was all interesting entertainment.

I snorted amusedly. My family, I don't think anyone can replace them.

...…...

Bruk!

I closed the car door and took a deep breath. I saw Grandma's big European-style house deep inside.

There goes. Memories of twenty-two years ago. Ever since I was born.

My phone rang in the silence. I read the caller's name, then just picked it up.

“Halo, Bun?”

There was a sound of worry from the end there.

“Hannie! Have you arrived yet? How's it? You're a gapapa, right?”

I laughed a little at it.

“Don't laugh! Mother again this serious.”

I shake my waist and nod.

“Yes, I'm gapapa. Grandma's house still looks good as it used to.”

Mother sighs in relief, but there is still a sense of worry.

“Yes, your grandmother's house will be treated with neighbors there. Your father's a nitipine. You asked for the key to him.”

I raised an eyebrow. A neighbor?

“Which neighbors?”

“At the other side.”

I looked behind Grandma's house. There, across this swamp, was a more crowded village.

“Around the swamp?” I ask again to make sure.

“Iya. You can cross the bridge. Your father told them you would come.”

Seriously? Know how I got there first.

“OK, I'll be there. Thanks Mother. Greetings from Father.”

Mother held me for a moment.

“Eh, don't forget to eat yes later!”

I smiled thinly. It seems that even though I have grandparents Mother will still see me as a child.

“Iya. Later I eat all the bekel that Mother brought. Bye yes!”

Call ended. Once again, I looked deep into the swamp area behind the house.

The swamp did not look dirty and horrible. Instead, the swamp looked very clean, and beautiful. Almost like a lake.

Once curious, keep curious.

...…...

Seventeen years ago.

I'm five years old. As usual, we went to visit Grandma's house. I still call her Nana.

I'm a typical kid in general, very happy when I go to Grandma's house. Women are best after mothers, right?

But presumably, Grandma's presence was a little different for me. I was born in that big European-style house.

Grandma took care of me as long as Dad and Mommy went to work. We often spend time together.

When we were four years old, our little family moved to the city. Leaving Grandma alone. I refused firmly of course.

Until Dad had to give me sleeping pills. Wicked? Yeah, indeed. But you must know, I am still very small and very stubborn it is much wilder than a tiger.

Even Zihan still lost far wildly.

“Nana!!” I cried as soon as I reached the spacious yard, where Grandma was waiting for me.

“Hannie!” Grandma called back.

I ran and hugged him tightly. The smell of his body is very distinctive.

I liked.

“Come in, baby. The air is cold outside.”

Grandma rubbed my head gently. I smiled cheerfully. Grandma's gray eyes are very soothing.

Grandma doesn't really live alone. There are several housekeepers ready to serve Grandma.

All the father prepared.

“Mother, how are you?” greet Dad in the family room.

Since then, Father and Mother have been busy arranging our luggage.

“Good. You?”

Dad nodded. Although he could control his emotions and facial expressions very well, but in front of Grandma he could not hide his happiness.

I smiled confidently. In my heart I muttered, I know that feeling is Dad. Grandma's house is open, right?

Mother, who had just finished tidying our clothes in the upstairs room, went downstairs. Then greet Grandma.

“Mother is fine, right?”

Grandma nodded again.

“Then it's not as good as when you're next to me every day.”

Mother smiled thinly. Feeling a bit guilty.

I grunt. Why should you feel guilty like that? We moved to town on Dad's idea.

You should be the one feeling guilty. I stared at Dad cynically, and he looked back at me with a look of wonder.

Grandma's yellow hair that started turning white was blown by the wind from the window. He looked at me.

“Hannie, want to look around to the backyard?”

My eyes shine. Without putting back the cookie I was eating, I stood up.

“Come!”

I was surprised and tried to hold back. For him the backyard is the most dangerous place for me.

But Grandma gestured for him to shut up.

I laughed satisfied. Only Grandma can manage Dad.

A large door connecting the kitchen with the backyard opened. A cold wind tickled my little face.

I closed my eyes. Letting myself enjoy the cool of the countryside.

Grandma broke my brownish straight hair that was moved by the wind.

“Look, Hannie. The view of the village across there is no less beautiful than Nana's house, right?”

I'm nodding.

“Iya! But for me Nana's house remains the coolest.”

Grandma laughed at my innocent remarks.

That day, I never imagined I would lose Grandma.

According to my little mind, Grandma will live forever, immortal like a vampire.

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