Hansa & Geeta
XXXVI Chapter

I went out and approached Geeta who was still bowed down with Om Dien in the parking lot.

“Hannie,” murmured as soon as I saw me.

“You gapapa? Ah-it's clear you're why-why, not really use my question.”

Geeta grunting. “Hannie, maaph,” regrets while creeping the tip of my jacket.

“Kalo can know, Geeta. Why did you hit them?”

Geeta raised her face looking at me. There was clearly disappointment in his eyes.

“Not, I don't trust you. I just want to know.”

Geeta looked down again. “Meheka..

I'm slack. Om Dien who heard that also came along.

“Hina? Hina me?”

Geeta nodded. “Meheka hina Hannie, Hita ga likes. Tahpi Hita nahan kog. Hita nahan ga mukuk! Tahpi meheka gyebeling.”

[They're hina Hannie, Geeta doesn't like it. But Geeta is already. Geeta nahan ga mukul! But they're bummering.]

Hearing it directly from Geeta like this made me calmer. I gently rubbed his head. “Iya, I trust Geeta really. You're not gonna hit anyone. Still lucky they did not break a bone.” I chuckled to melt the atmosphere.

Geeta hit my stomach not accept. “Hannie also glee!”

...…...

“Excuse me, sis.”

I looked up before opening the car door. That was three women. What else do they want?

“Why?”

“That, can you ask for the number? Not how, just afraid if it turns out we have nothing and continue to cost less. We are easily connected with our sister. He said he wanted to take care of everything, right?” obviously that woman with the unraveled hair.

I grunt. “Kalo is indeed afraid less I add only now.”

“Ah, afraid sister is busy. Let's contact him later. It's better, right?”

Alisku. They are shameless.

“Do not misunderstand. I said I wanted to pay for your treatment not because I felt guilty. But because I don't want to see your faces much longer.” I'm hissing.

“So if you are afraid of less, let's go to the hospital together and see how much it costs. After that I hope this is our first and last meeting. I don't need a human like you in my life.” My voice sounded very cold even in my own ears.

The three women looked shaken. “And don't you ever touch my sister again with your dirty hands,” threatened me before getting into the car.

“Waw... You sure it's not excessive, Han?” He asked after leaving the restaurant. His eyes focused on the streets.

“Engga. I'm even relieved. I told you that, right? I don't care about girls like that since SMA.”

Om chuckling. “It looks like they really won't be deketin you again. Their shadow will creep in fear.”

“Good for that. People like them just making a headache. My mind was quite random thinking about the theme of the next novel, they still want to add again.” I'm laughing too.

In the back, Geeta was speechless while gently stroking the Navy body. Unlike last time, Geeta is not scared. He even looks very calm.

“At home there is P3K right?”

I stared at Om for a moment. “Iya, there is a.” Then look at Geeta again.

...…...

“You sure you can do it?” tanya Om who sips coffee.

I clicked for the tenth time in the last thirty minutes.

“Kalo Om nanya mulu so, where can I focus?” My hand held back the cotton that had fallen off. Then I put it on Geeta's face.

“Your hand is so that there is a wound instead of healing even more severe. Same here Om!”

“Although Om can?” I got my reply after dropping the cotton again.

Om hissing. “Can! Ngobatin gini mah basic science survival, Han!”

“Do not underestimate the wound. If the infection can be fatal, Han,” said Om as if reading my mind.

I clicked again, then went to the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Geeta, how can you like a child like him? Guys are afraid of blood?”

I immediately choked upon hearing Om's sentence. How did he know I was scared da—

No. gabe. He was just speculating. My eyes are squeaking. I mustn't look scared at the ‘itu’ thing in front of Geeta.

“Hannie tags virgin?”

“Da.rah.” Om nodded while correcting Geeta's pronunciation. “Clearly right, he's nervous about cleaning your wounds.”

Geeta who was sitting sweetly on the sofa started to weigh in.

“What's the problem? A shaman? Can say for sure,” said me while sipping a bottle of cold Cola in the kitchen.

“Nothing. Speaking of facts.” He put down the dirty cotton and stood up to me.

“You're scared, right? Same blood?”

I gulped looking at Om's confident expression one hundred percent at his conjecture. Then he looked at Geeta. “K-Why so sure?”

Why am I stammering? I'm clucking. Again.

“Tuh right! You're not denying it, Han! You're afraid of blood!” Om laughed off. “See tuh, Geeta. There is no other reason people tremble cleanin small wounds like that, if not for fear of blood.”

“That's just a guess! My hands are trembling because..”.

“Because..?” Repeating my words. Uh! I can't find the right reason.

“Udahlah, Han. You can't hide anymore. People from the beginning see Geeta's wounds the same girl you immediately tremble. You think Om ga ‘ngeh’?”

I put my drink bottle on the dinner table rough. “Yes, why are you afraid? But the fear is not that bad. Just goosebumps a little,” I hold the shame.

For some people. Fear of blood is a shame. Because it's a trivial thing. Why are we afraid of blood? Blood will not eat, bite, or beat you like a beast.

He laughed and patted me on the shoulder. “Not a shame, Han. No.” He put his face to my ear. “Just hilarious,” he added then chuckled.

Hearing that I desperately held back my emotions from cursing. Huh, since long ago, Uncle, no Aunt, and now Om? They like to tease me.

“Why Hannie tagut daragh?” chirps Geeta from the couch.

I looked at him for a moment. Come to think of it I don't know for sure either. But from the memory that has returned, when I was seven years old I have not been afraid of blood. I used to see Uncle Cemani's chicken get hurt.

Since when?

“I... I also gotor Geeta. Ingata—” My sentence immediately stopped once you remember there is Om here.

No, my condition should not be known by just anyone. There is no specific reason. I just don't want anyone else to know.

“It looks like he was scared. Ga clear origin.” I laughed stiffly and scratched the nape that was not itchy.

Geeta tilted her head. He realized I was lying. But choose not to ask further. Thankfully.

“Why do we watch a movie? Or play a game? Let's get more familiar?” my proposal changes the topic.

Om and Geeta nodded at the same time. “Film horror like fun watched malem-malem gini. Agree Geeta?” He turned to Geeta. He nodded, and then he turned to look at me.

“You're not afraid, are you, Han?” ask her with one eyebrow raised.

“That's it!” My voice's up. “Free movie. I don't believe in ghosts either.”

“But fear blood~” goda Om don't want to stop.

“Udah ah! Watch aja.”

“But horror movies have blood, Han. Scratch ih~ Meminding~”

“Watch aja sanaa!!”

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