Hansa & Geeta
Chapter XXXVIII's

I blinked. Blind said? I can't believe I'm still hearing those words at this age. Moreover, from someone who was already very mature like him.

“Blind? You are blind, right? His eyes are light gray. That doesn't mean he's blind. And yes, coming from this village does not mean he is a citizen here. The KTP person of Jakarta. Keep going again,” Uncle takes a breath.

“His grandmother had a pet-what was that? In-she? Dika's? Diba?”

“Diwa,” said Mr. Sono.

“Well, yes it is. It's just gossip. If gossip is likely not even eighty percent! Trust me.”

“Believe in you same as aja musyrik.” Mr. Sono replied again.

“Yes, ga so dong. That doesn't mean it. These kids are under my watch! They don't do strange things, and they don't show strange things. Anyway yes, sir. Still gosipin people who have no it is not good. Mending a lot of remembrance. I am so old.”

Om's words struck right into Mr. Sono's soul. I'm afraid to hear it. Om Dien is smart to talk. I'm not too surprised to have spent so much time with him. Not a week though.

But still, Om Dien doesn't sound like a musician.

“Already! Whatever you! If anything happens I will not help.” Mr. Sono finally gave up.

“Good. We'll be careful, sir. Promise not to bother again huh?”

Mr. Sono grieves.

“Hahh, how come there are people like that huh?” moaning Om after making sure Mr. Sono and his followers leave.

I exhaled a long breath. “Gor. Thankfully there is Om. Thanks yes.”

He chuckles and breaks my hair. “Casual, Han. Relaxed. Om already said right, you are the same Geeta is already like a child Om.”

I'm laughing too.

“Aduh Hannie, Aunt ask maap yah. They gedor-gedor Aunty's house and maksa asked to be escorted to this house. Said you wouldn't open the door if it wasn't Aunt who called.”

I'm silent for a moment. Why yes, I'm so hard to believe in Auntie.

“You have no choice, Din. But your family's gapapa, right?” Return to mediate.

Does he know how I feel? I suspected Om could read someone's expression.

“Gapapa. But—”

“Yaudah, mending straight back home. You left them, right? Want kuanterin?” Om volunteered himself.

“Oh? Uh, can.”

He pushed me straight in. “You stay here, Han. Jagain Geeta's. Om want to go to Aunt Dinan's house first nih.” He blinked one eye.

Don't you? He knew I was feeling uncomfortable near Auntie.

“Yes, be careful.” I closed the door after they left, and sighed.

From yesterday there was a problem. Diwa Hunter? What else is that? Mr. Sono too…

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It's very nice to meet Geeta, but she's sleeping.

Stepping up to the second floor, I stood in front of the door of the mysterious girl's room. I didn't want to wake Geeta, but my little heart was eager to see her.

After nearly five minutes of self-argument, I opened the door to Geeta's unlocked room. His calm figure lying on the bed made my head feel lighter.

“Geeta, not you, right? The culprit?” I muttered after pulling the chair to the side of the bed. “I'm sure it's not you. I want to believe you're not the culprit.” My voice's shrinking.

“What are those people talking about isn't real, right?”

Geeta did not respond. Sure oes.

I grunt. Laugh at myself. “I'm stupid. Why, people say I'm smart? Though I'm obviously this stupid.” I put my head on the edge of the bed. Staring at Geeta's pale and strange hands felt very warm.

“Commonly worried. Weak-headed. It is easy to lose trust. Difficult to understand the situation.”

My tears are dripping without being paid. “Enter difficult move on. Always in the shadow of the past. Though I don't even want to be clear of the past.”

Feeling my head getting dizzy, I decided to close my eyes. For a moment, I want to enjoy this tranquility for a moment.

...…...

Geeta felt her hands being squeezed. He opened his eyes slightly, finding the gray-eyed man he knew shed tears.

But Geeta was not surprised. He let the man cry. Geeta knew, from the moment Hansa stood in front of her room, she already knew the man's feelings.

Obviously, the feeling of sadness always felt strong in Hansa. Geeta herself had never felt such a deep feeling within someone before. Even himself.

How long had the man been cultivating such sadness?

“Why do they accuse Nana..?”

Hansa's mutterings made Geeta flinch. That guy hasn't slept? Or delirious?

Geeta sat down slowly. Not waking the man up. Hansa was delirious.

“I.. kangen.. kangen Na.”.

The jewel's eyes turn bluish. Look, the sadness is getting stronger. Geeta touched the man's tears, and was immediately absorbed into his index finger.

He raised his hand in the air, above the man's head. Then close your eyes.

A yellowish bright light emerged from his palm. “Ingahtan.. Nonna...”.

...…...

“Han?... Hannie~ ... Han~ Nie~..

The voice I know. I opened my eyes slowly, and found a blonde woman holding a baby.

I'm sure it's Grandma's voice. But why is that in front of me someone else?

The woman smiled as the baby laughed. The baby's tiny hands were trying to grab the woman's cheeks. His laughter is so cheerful.

“Hannie, handsome boy~ smart.” The woman's face was shining.

I cringe. Hannie's? As I approached, from this angle I could not see the woman's face. Definitely not Mother. The color of your hair is black.

“Aw, laugh again.”

That cloth-wrapped baby, I said? I dream of a stranger holding me as a baby?

It's definitely not real. In the heart of it, but my feet still stepped out of curiosity with the face of the Woman.

“Oh, try to see his eyes~ ah, beautiful~ Whose eyes are this beautiful like this.”

I'm getting closer. In this white empty space, there was only me, the woman, and the baby that she said was me. How important was he to appear in my dreams?

“Mata Nana dong~”

My steps immediately stopped.

“His beautiful eyes from Nana nih... Oh handsome grandson Nana.”

At that moment the white room was changed with the family room of Grandma's house. It's just that with fewer items and still looks new.

“The first grandson of gini. Carrying-gendoong continues.”

I looked back. The person who had commented was very similar to Uncle, only much younger.

“Tau anyway, later his second grandson also digituin ga? Don't-don't just love the same Hannie doang,” sambar another woman who is very similar to Aunt May.

“Engga dong. All of my grandchildren are special. But well, whose first grandchild is ga seneng.” The blonde woman turned to face me.

I felt the time stop turning. My tears are flowing. “Nana...” lirihku spontaneous.

“Dia... will be the most affectionate grandson with her grandmother.” The woman laughed out loud. The big laugh I missed.

“Why is Mom Hansa? Weird gituloh.” Uncle approached and saw me in the baby version with a look of dislike.

“Why yes? Maybe because I like very much the same goose.”

“Angsa?” Aunt is approaching.

“Iya, Hansa it means Goose. Goose often symbolizes luxury, grandeur, elegance, and loyalty. I want this child to grow up well. Have high manners, smart, and loyal as psangannya later.” He's laughing a little.

“Ga forgot handsome too. Goose is usually pretty-beautiful that's the shape.”

Uncle laughed. “So pretty or handsome?”

“Yes if guy means handsome dong, Ren.”

I'm stunned. How could I dream of such a thing? I wanted to believe it, but I thought it was impossible too. If you deny, why does it feel so real?

“Continue being called Hannie let it be like Honey?” Aunt snorting.

“Iya!” Grandma's smile grew wider. “Let her be loved and respected by many around her. Honey is calling dear.”

I'm laughing too. If that's true, I'm very grateful. I am so grateful to Grandma.

“Nana I—” New I stepped once to approach her, the room was spinning. The figure of the three disappeared in an instant.

“Ga! Wait, wait!” My hands were trying to reach Grandma who was laughing.

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