Hansa & Geeta
Chapter XXXIX

“Wait!!”

I blinked. My breathing is fast and irregular. My cheeks are wet with tears. My body is also sweating.

“Hannie?” Geeta patted me on the shoulder. Since when did he wake up?

My lips formed a smile with force. “Ah, are you awake? From when?”

Geeta did not answer. He still looks worried.

“Oh, I'm gapapa. Just a nightmare.” I shook my head briefly. “Ga bad-bad very well. Just... sad sedikiiit aja.”

Geeta. Then I tidied up the blanket I was sleeping on.

“Tuhun. Ayoh magan.”

I'm squeaking amused. “Eat what? You're the one cooking?” I put the chair back to the original. Quite achy also this back when sleeping so.

“Bugan. Om the masagh.” Geeta patted her hands after making sure her bed was tidy again. “Yuk. Magan.”

“Iyaa, come. Your mind is eating. The other cake.”

Geeta turned and looked at me. “What father for example?”

“Hmmm, me?” My smile widens. Why does my face feel hot? Sillier.

“Ahhhh... Gajadi, gajadi! Lupain.”

Geeta smiled ignorantly. “Mikihin Hannie is good?”

“Said lupain. Lupain aja, let's eat yuk.” I pulled his wrist down the stairs.

“Iyaa, nangti Hita mikihin Hannie tea!”

“Iya deh, later Om also think Honey continues ajaa,” connect Om from the kitchen. “Dilangilain nih ya both. Don't whack! Keep distance! Not halal either.”

Make distance with a spatula.

“Ih, Bugan Honey, Om. Hane-nie! Hannie.” Geeta raised her index finger. Following the tutor reading on the Youtube app I played.

“Ihh, what's the difference between Honey and Hani?” Om follows Geeta's movements.

“Bugan Hani! Hannie!”

“You yourself haven't really talked about it either. Still like a kindergarten kid. Engga ding, son Om TK already can talk smoothly tuh.”

Geeta puffed her cheeks. “Nyebeling!”

“Nyebelin Geeta, bummer. If you are in danger. Tajem. His mouth will bleed.”

“That's mah belling, Om.” I chuckled and took a position at the dining table.

“Well, the.” He laughed too. “Btw, here. How are you like that cape, Han? What abis? Suspicious.”

Not yet had time to answer Geeta had interrupted first. “Hannie, abis mimpih burugh Om. Katanyah sad.” He emphasized on the word Hannie.

Om nodded excessively. “Oh, so? Then why did he go to your room, Geeta? Hani's room is flooded?”

“Hannie, Om.” Geeta hissing. “Bukanh! His heart was sakidh.” I was stunned to hear that.

“Hannie. Om where the hell is it? Pas Hannie sad Om mace.”

Om was immediately silent. He straightened his back and looked at me for a moment. Then look at Geeta again. This time it was more serious.

“Yes, maapin Om deh. There was urgent business. Thanks, yes, we have Hannie.” Om ruined Geeta's head.

“It was real! Han. Nie. Hannie!” laughter cheerful.

Heartache he said? Me? Well, maybe I'm a little hurt. I was rather in shock.

“Judah. Let her Hannie not hurt anymore, we just eat yuk. Om shopping is so much. Let the food stock go a little abis, a little abis. Cape tau to its market. Minimarket is also far from here.”

Om flicked Geeta's forehead slowly. “You are the dinnerwareman. Good thing Om is good, so the stock of food is multiplied. Try if evil, your portion of food is reduced!”

Om shakes. Still smiling. “Daddy, Han. Kasian ah you are still young when you have to charge us three meals?” He chuckles.

“Yaudah, don't mengesel ya,” grunt me.

“Oh sure. Kalo niesel is also Om resistant. Want to be on the spot where Om's face will be, Han. Udah cool pretentious like this, suddenly lick your own spit.”

...…...

I grabbed an old photo album on the bookshelf near the television. Curious about Grandma's face when young. Well, not very young. At least his face was when I was born.

“What intention, Han?” ask when I'm on the couch.

“Photo album. I was curious about Grandma's face before her hair turned white.” I chuckle.

“Soal a week ago I suddenly dreamed Grandma when I was a baby, and I just want mastiin dream it.”

“Dream yes dream, reality yes reality. What do you want to prove?” Om sitting next to me.

“That's why, because the dream was a bit strange I became curious. I saw my own face when I was a baby. That is, there I am like someone else.” I'm hissing. “Just weird deh.”

Om nodded in understanding. “Oh, that's not it? Your grandma?” point it out as soon as I open a new page.

I frowned. “Iya.. here it is.”.

“Why do you even look at the seneng? Which in different dreams huh?”

I'm shaking. “Engga. No, it's the opposite.” Pointing the same photo Om pointed to, I groaned thinly. “Same exactly. Here Grandma is holding me who is a baby. View.”

I pointed at Uncle and Aunt who were standing on both sides of Grandma. “They're My Uncle and Aunt. I saw them in my dreams too. Clothes, makeup, stuff. All same. It's just I saw it like a recording.”

“Oh, third person point of view?!” guess Om enthusiastically.

I smiled thinly and nodded. “Iya, weird right? I also realized that it was a dream. And it all feels so real. I could even feel Grandma's presence back then.”

Om who saw the puddle in my eyes immediately glared. “Whatever it is, you should not be drawn into it.”

I cringe. “Means?”

“If you think too much about the past, you will be confined in it. This is why most people do not remember their childhood memories. Because their brains already know, the more remembered the more confined they are.”

The words touched me. A tad. Then I snorted amusedly.

“Why laugh? No more jokes, Han. Seriously nih.”

I hurried to shake my hand. “Not, Om. Not ngetawain Om. I'm fussing on myself.” Taking a deep breath, I prepared for the story.

“In fact, I have also made an effort to not think too much about this dream. But my curiosity still isn't gone. How is abis? I've also been locked up in my past.”

Om's face turned serious. “Totally? If you're just kidding, it's not funny. Really not funny, really.”

I laughed at his reaction. “Udahlah, if discussed mulu later the key gets stronger and I instead can not come out at all.”

“You didn't get yourself in there, did you?”

Only once did I step in to put this album back on the bookshelf did Om stop me. Instead of answering, I was down. As if justifying his words.

“Om going to the beach? What if we go to the beach?” I looked up while forcing a smile. Trying to reverse the already gloomy atmosphere as soon as possible.

As I thought, Om looked at me disappointed and confused.

“That's not the answer that Om wants. But yes whatever. When?”

“Ha?”

Om gave a rough sigh. “Why are you even back? Yes, when to go to the beach?”

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