Hansa & Geeta
Chapter XXXIII's

“Geeta!!” I ran into the swamp shortly after coming home from the beach.

It's 7 p.m. Grandma's coming with me of course.

“Geeta, I'm out of beach loh. Quick ride!”

Geeta raises her head on the surface and approaches. “Pangtai?”

I'm nodding. “Iya! At first it was not so excited when Uncle took to the beach. But so sampe there. Whoa! Very cool!”

Geeta's eyes shone when she heard my story.

“The water is really good. I can't see the end. So, a lot of ships. Do you know what is the most magical thing?”

Geeta shakes.

“The water is salty!” I laughed off. Followed by Grandma's smile behind me.

“You should also see Geeta! Surely the water is much more convenient than swamp water.”

Geeta's going up to the mainland. “Pangtai..” murmured while looking up. “Hita, go there.” He pointed at the sky with a glaring look.

“You want to go to space? Pfft, that's kind of impossible. No technology is sophisticated enough to get us there. I mean, not for the public.”

I went up next to Geeta. His feet were still submerged in the water, so it was still in the shape of a fish tail.

“Your leg, uh-your tail? What color is glitter? Flickering flickering.”

Geeta watched her tail follow me. “Glitah?”

“Bye, glitter. Similar to the stars in the sky.” I looked up again, and pointed freely at the sky.

“You're weird Geeta. You are definitely not human. The color and shape of your eyes, your body, and that tail. Everything's weird. You are not from this world.”

Grandma sat down beside me. “There are still many secrets in this world that are unknown to man, Hannie. Geeta Included. He may be one of the secrets of the world.”

I looked at Grandma confused. “But I'm the same Grandma knows. Means not a secret anymore dong?”

Grandma chuckles. “Ya, as long as there are still not many who know, it is still secret.”

I turned to look at Geeta who was also looking at me. “Then, can't I take you for a walk? Because your whereabouts should not be known.”

Geeta tilted her head in confusion. Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't understand.

“Nek, what secret can not be known forever?”

Grandma was silent, then replied. “Not really. As long as the secret is kept, it will be revealed. Either way, for sure the existence of Geeta must be known carefully.”

Grandma now looked at Geeta who was beside me. “Who knows we humans and creatures like Geeta, can coexist right? Without one of them having to hide.”

“But what if humans do evil to them? In school, I read a lot of wild animals that are almost extinct because of humans. It is better that the secret of the world remains a secret forever dong.” I dispute.

The statement that came out of my little mouth made Grandma shut up. Who would have expected such a statement to come out of the lips of a seven-year-old?

“You are indeed Raje's grandson. No doubt,” reply Granny out of context.

“What does Grandpa have to do with him? We're talking about humans and other creatures, right?” my protest.

Grandma laughed again. “Hannie, you are indeed smart. But hearing you talk like this scares Grandma a bit.”

“Fear why?” many wonder.

“Fear of loss. What if you were kidnapped by certain people to see his brain? ‘Kok can there be a child as smart as this?’ so.”

I laughed at Grandma's explanation. “That's why I'm too smart to be kidnapped with them. Even if I get kidnapped, I will also manage to escape easily.”

Grandma breathed her surrender. “Dating with you is not the right choice. Grandma will remember that.”

“Seru right? But I don't like pointless debate and it doesn't matter.” I laughed satisfied.

Geeta, with her jeweled eyes can only observe. It's like he's learning something. Sometimes I find myself looking at me in a strange way.

Half sad, half missed. Just like Grandma's gaze when I haven't visited her in a long time.

Geeta and I have also just met. Why does it feel like he's known me so much before?

“Geeta, even if you are a secret of the world or whatever. I'll keep taking you for a walk. Teruama beach. Promise me!”

I thrust my little finger in front of Geeta. He looked at my finger with raised eyebrows.

Geeta is a little oh, and nods. His finger connection is getting tighter. She's staring. “Hangi, aang! Aang!”

I chuckle. “Yes, I promise. We'll go to the beach someday. Yes?”

...…...

“Han? Hansa's? Hansa!”

I blinked as Auntie flicked her finger right in front of my face.

“Eh, yes?”

“Iniloh, Han. Auntie, her name is Dien. You can call him Om, Grandpa, whatever.” Aunty introduced her friend as briefly as possible.

It's my fault I didn't listen to him. My memories just came.

“Hansa.” I shook Mr. Dien's hand. He doesn't look as old as I thought. Said Auntie was in her early fifties.

“Dien. We can talk casually, Han,” he said replying to my hand post.

I'm nodding. “Then, Om?” ask me to see if he wants to be called Om or not.

“Bby. Call as comfortable as you are.”

After a short conversation outside, I let them in. And let Uncle Dien choose his own room.

“I choose the most end. You know, I'm a musician. It could be bad if you and your friends are disturbed because of me.”

I laughed stiffly. “Ya, make yourself comfortable.”

After making sure everything is in order. The aunt who was going home stopped.

“Oh yes, Han. Where's your friend?”

I calmly pointed at the other room near the stairs. “There. He's sleeping. It's like a ketapean.”

Aunt nodded. “OK. We eat together here sometime. Auntie invite Om also.”

Um, her husband's aunt. I forgot to say nothing since coming to this village.

“Yes, when. I don't mind.”

Auntie hit my arm. “That's! If you mind Aunty kick you out of here. Yes, aunty should prepare this dish. Bye, Hannie!”

I waved my hand with a faint smile on the front doorway. Her aunt is very cheerful.

If he's a robot, he certainly doesn't need to change batteries or in a cas. Never exhausted his energy.

I chuckled to myself and went to the kitchen. Preparing food for ‘warga’ residents of the house of Grandma.

“Om Dien likes shrimp?” I asked when she had just finished her bath and got off the stairs.

“Oh, sure. I am not a voter. By the way your friend didn't come to eat?”

I poured cooked dishes into bowls and dishes. Then wash your hands.

“Tadi sleeping. Let me just wake up.”

Om grunting ticklish. “Udah Om says don't be stiff. Just relax, Han. I also have a child your age. If it's stiff-rigid it doesn't feel comfortable.”

I scratched the nape that wasn't itchy. “Oh, yes. Maap. I woke up Geeta first yes, Om,” my error is more relaxed.

Om widened his eyes. “Geeta? Your friend's a girl?”

I hissed faintly. I forgot to say my friend is a girl?

“Pfft, you're naughty too, Han. I thought you were a child who was em-diem aja.” Om Dien chuckles. Not asking any further, he immediately sat down at the dining table and shook his hand.

Told me to leave.

“Udah there, wakein ‘menmu’ it.”

“Truly just tuning kok, Om,” said to me while smiling stiffly and went to Geeta's room.

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