Hansa & Geeta
Chapter XXXIV's

“So, Geeta? Right?”

Geeta nodded briefly then went back to devouring her horse. Om Dien held back a laugh.

“Which original are you? How can I speak Indonesian?”

“Ah-Geeta is from the same country as my grandmother. That's why we can be friends.” I cut off Geeta's movements that almost pointed at the swamp in the backyard.

Understand what I mean, Geeta nods small and devours her horse again.

“Ohh, pantesan. Means Geeta also knows Miss Grace?” Uncle is looking at me.

“Iya. When I went to his village, little Grandma, we met there. Geeta's next door neighbor's son. Because there weren't many kids back then, so I just played with Geeta,” because of me. It's not that hard to make up a story like that for a writer like me.

In my heart I apologized to Om Dien many times. Although not entirely a lie. Geeta and I are indeed ‘little friends’ right?

Om nodding. “So little friend yes..” murmured. Then eat food again.

“That little victory is the hardest. Although you only spend a moment, but his memory will last a long time.”

I who lost all my childhood memories could only smile at Om's words. If I hadn't come back to this house, I might have forgotten Geeta forever.

“Kalo Om? Have a little friend too?”

Om put down his spoon and held his chin. “Because. Om used to move around his house. Temen ya just a temen. At that school. So the memories are too ordinary, not easy to remember.” He chuckles.

“I don't even have a lot of memories with the school. Most just fit SMA aja,” timpalku.

“Loh? How's it?”

“Ya.. Temen-temenku SD time ngatain my eyes are blind, because the color is gray. Then, at Junior High, only girls like deketin. The guy stayed away because I approached a lot of girls.” I grimaced softly.

“Kalo SMA, similar to SMP. Only difference there are men who want to play, because I do not care too much about the girls who approach.”

It doesn't look like Om was too surprised by my story.

“Oh, Om already suspected you would be popular in school, Han.” She laughs. “But, memories remain memories. Later when you are old, the slightest memory will feel very valuable.”

Om Dien pointed to himself. “Kayak Om nih. Now I want to have a grandchild. Speaking of the same prospective grandchild Om who is still in the cage. Nyeritain everything, until the favorite food of the canteen mother in school Om first.”

I laughed with him. “Om want to have a grandchild? Said Om's son was my age?”

“Yes, it's Om's son not just one, Han. Son Om there are seven!” He raised his hand and showed the number seven. Then chuckle.

“Seven? My grandmother only had three children, Om.”

“Yes, it's your Grandma. Lagian Om native.”

I cringe. “Emang what is the connection?”

“Even the relationship is strong! If the natives are famous for their many children. It's like londo-londo. Caucasians tend to prefer having fewer children. Anyway, Han. Many children much sustenance!”

I laughed again. “Cock so to londo-londo everything, my grandmother is not londo, Om.”

After eating, Om returned to his room. Geeta is busy feeding the Navy. The rabbit is walking now.

Until the day changed night. The plan was to take us out to eat. He said to start a life with us at Grandma's.

But since Geeta still remembered the events of that day at the mall, she became moody. I know he wants to come. But on the other hand he was also afraid.

“Geeta?”

I walked through the glass door. Tonight the people who used to wander around the swamp to look for Diwa are not there, so Geeta can go to the backyard now. I don't know where they went.

“Geeta, are you sure gamau is coming? The perbit is not necessarily a moment loh.”

Geeta did not look. He continued to stare at the swamp with a sad look while holding onto the Navy.

“Kalo Navy invited, you want to come?” my proposal. Not sure leaving Geeta alone at home.

Geeta looked slowly. “Mang bisha?”

I smile at the smile. “Can dong. Later we find a restaurant that can bring animals.”

Geeta does not immediately agree, and stares at the Navy's goal.

I grunt. “Gausah use pet cargo. You are a child. Origin do not remove.”

Geeta's eyes are now shining brightly. “Sius?”

I'm laughing a little. “Iyaa, seriously Geeta,” I replied as I stroked her head.

Geeta got up from the chair and walked straight to the kitchen. He was, it was hard to be persuaded.

I shook my head slowly and followed in his footsteps.

...…...

After mentioning the order to the waiter, we talked again like we did this afternoon. Until the food arrives.

“Don't say that, Om. How will the chef resign?”

Om laughing. “Yes you replace it. Om guarantee, who has this restaurant so increasingly tajir.”

I laughed and shook my head. Kulrikik Geeta who was a bit troubled to cut the meat of his steak.

“Sini, I help you.” I grabbed a knife and fork from Geeta's hand, and made her. The meat is a bit alot.

“Less mateng?” I glanced at the meat.

I smiled briefly. “Engga. Still good kok.” After cutting the meat, I refocused on my food.

“Still.”

My movements that were about to bribe instantly stopped the moment I heard a single word that came out of Geeta's mouth.

“What?”

Geeta looked at me, and repeated her hesitating words. “Still...?”

My smile immediately expands. “Sama-sama. Keep practicing yes. You are also growing.” I again damaged Geeta's head by reflex. I'm used to doing that to Zihan anyway.

“Uuuuu, Hansa. Uwu-uwuan in front of Om. Enri nihhh.” Sipping his tea and chuckling.

Realizing, I immediately pulled my hand, and bribed. Why be ashamed? I'm used to Geeta as well. Is it because it's now seen by Om?

“It's not like it's the envy.” Om pointed his chin at the tables behind me. “Ciwi-ciwi also follow envious deh. Find a girlfriend there, ciwi-ciwi!”

“How long is it, Om?” I put my index finger on my lips.

“Biarin. Wiggling directly like this, Om so you can't imagine what you were in school first, Han. Must be a lot of ‘nebak’ you yes?”

I who was sipping my drink immediately choked. “Shoot? Hahaha.”

Geeta dropped her fork. “Hannie, shoot?!” He stood up and examined my body.

“Eh, Geeta?"

“Shoot where?”

The look on his face really shows worry. He forced me to open my jacket. Looking for wounds that may imprint due to ‘gunan’.

I can't help but laugh. “Geeta, shoot means no real shoot. Not the one using the opening gun.”

Om laughs. He came out with tears. “You're too innocent what are you, Geeta? Pitted. Basic bule.”

“Trus? Shoot afpa?” Geeta sat back. Still demanding an explanation from me.

“It means kayak, what is it?..” Rotating my brain, I tried to find a sentence that was easy to understand.

“That means expressing that feeling. You don't know?” Om predates.

Geeta tilted her head. “Passage?”

“Iya. For example, you like Hansa.”

“Loh, how am I?” Hearing Om's description, I immediately misbehaved.

But Om Dien paid no heed to my complaint and continued. “Continue saying you like him. That's his name is nebak. Me-nya-kan pe-ra-sa-an,” press it while nodding.

Geeta followed Uncle's nod and looked at me seriously.

“A-What?” ask me while making a distance with Geeta approaching.

“Hannie. Hita likes Hannie.”

Om laughed with satisfaction at Geeta's behavior. While I can't speak. Feeling the whispers of those around us made my ears heat up.

“Why say that all of a sudden?! Continue eating there.” I pushed Geeta's shoulder slowly. Divert mood.

If this keeps up, my face might turn red. My white skin will show a clearer red hue.

“Hannie don't like Hita?” Geeta still won't stop.

“Not so. I've eaten abisin,” paksimaku.

Geeta's eyes light dimmed. He bent his lips after that.

“That's right, Han. You can't talk about that. So cut him. Girls need clarity, Han. Clarity!” timpal.

Ah, why is it like this?

But I did not respond any further which would definitely make the atmosphere worse.

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