Hansa & Geeta
XLI Chapter

“Hannie!!”

I looked back. It's Geeta. Not standing up straight away, I greeted him with a tone that was no less cheerful.

“Geeta? How come finally nyamperin too, diem-diem what is permittedinin?” my god after letting him sit down.

“Izin! About bohein.”

“Bolehin, Geeta. Bo-le-hin,”. Then a little laugh. “You can sometimes, sometimes you don't talk about it.”

“Hita is also la-la-la-laaaa.gi learn, Hannie,” sahutnya in an adorable way.

“That could talk L. smoothlyin keep yes.” I broke Geeta's head as usual. Usually after that he will be more happy and excited.

“He’em! Hita also dah jan-ji ama Om.”

“What promise?”

Geeta pointed her pinkie. “Promise by langcar! Eh-” He patted his own mouth, a little hard, to the point of surprising me. “Lan-car! Ah, that!” reworked.

“Why do I have to mouth first anyway? Later become dower loh.” I held her hand and examined the little lips carefully.

“Ih, let Hita inget. If it's hini Hita won't inget.”

I was silent for a moment. Trying to find another way to help her. “Kalo clap how? Or pat that thigh. Oh, or plop down aja.” I patted the sand plains giving an example.

“Gini.”

Geeta. He looks dissatisfied. “Ga ah, ga ngarugh. Gini aja.” He patted his mouth again.

“Eiih, no. Later if you nepoknya tightness continues wound how?” I held both hands again.

“Kan no Hannie. Hannie must be obahtin Hita!” happy kekehnya.

I snorted in disbelief. What the fuck? Learn where he's such a seductive phrase?

“Can be yes. Must be tajarin Om, nih. Wrestle so.”

Disagreeing, Geeta pointed at me quickly. “Dahri Hannie also kok.”

“I? How can I teach you? When?”

He pressed his chin. Then point to the balcony of the restaurant across the beach area. “Tadi, right there! Hannie is also so.”

I hold back a smile. “Masa anyway? Try exemplin.”

Geeta's facial water was immediately serious. He grabbed my index finger violently and brought it closer to his face.

“Jahdi is clearly her, Hita,” her stepdad in exactly the same tone.

I laughed off. “Let's again! Again!”

Geeta threw me down and stood up. “Gamau!” Then go near the beach.

“Hei! Don't beat the sea! Udah malem waves bige.” I stood up and followed Geeta.

“Geeta, don't joke on the beach!” I firmly clutched his wrist. “Ga funny. Don't get near the sea at night.”

Geeta seems very surprised. It's the first time I've really scolded him.

Looking at the rough breath, I retracted it to the dry area. “Here yes. We go for a walk in the sand is dry,”, I said more gently.

The girl with the jeweled eyes nodded obediently. Oh, ja. Today Geeta has not removed her lens contact at all.

I stopped Geeta's steps and forced her to face me. “You haven't lost contact with the lens today. We go back to the hotel. Your eyes will hurt.”

Now replace Geeta who's holding my wrist. “Gapa, Hannie.” He smiled expectantly. Eyes clear. “Hita peng sightseeing brieflygh.”

When viewed up close like this, her gentle face was very clearly visible. Coupled with moonlight as decoration.

Again, I remember Grandma looking at me as a baby in a dream. Their gentle looks and smiles, the same.

My heart softens. I give up, again. My hand moves itself off the Geeta pigtail. Letting her hair be blown by the wind.

“Hannie?” Geeta looked up with a confused look.

Looking at her in a simple white dress and the hair that started to tickle her little face fascinated me.

I hugged her and buried my face in her hair which turned out to be much softer than I had expected. It doesn't feel like human hair.

Geeta's slender body stiffened. He felt a bit uncomfortable with my sudden behavior. “Hannie, kenahpa?”

“I'm more confused with Nana because of you,” I whispered in her ear. I actually felt my face start to turn red, so I hid it in a way that I thought was currently the most natural.

“Nana?”

I'm nodding. “Grandma. I used to call her Nana. But suddenly she herself changed her call to Grandma.” I loosen the hug.

“You called my grandmother what?”

Geeta hesitated for a moment and replied, “Nonna.”

“Nona?”

“Nonna,” reset fix. “Hita hear people call Sohpi Nonna.”

The wrinkle on my forehead is deep. Who called Nonna? As if understanding my confusion, Geeta again explained.

“Ituh looo, girl-cewe pack neat clothesuk! Kayak Hita's canal!”

Like a shirt?... Oho!

“You mean the old housekeeper huh? Many girls you mean?”

Geeta nodded strongly. “Daddy! Meheka help Nonna make this! Bahwain kueh, bahwain jaked, jagged too!”

I laughed when I saw him counting with my fingers. “Yes, they call Grandma, Miss. Not Nonna. Kalo Nonna means Grandma.”

“Daddy, Nonna's mang surugh call Nonna. Not Miss.” Geeta widened her eyes.

Oh? Then Grandma intentionally replaced it. Haha, really don't want to make boundaries huh.

“Means Grandma intentionally. He wants to make your bond stronger. If you call her Miss, it must seem like there is a distance.” I smiled gently. “He really loves you.”

Geeta shakes. “Nonna loves Hannie more. Every time Hannie left, Nonna must have been sad. Rarely smile like the same time Hannie.”

His statement froze me. I didn't know Grandma was like that.

“Totally?”

“Daddy!” his nod. “Nonna will smile again when Hannie comes.”

Well, then every Grandma says she was lonely when I was in Jakarta that's right? I mean, I didn't think she was really lonely. I thought Grandma was just kidding or something.

“Hannie,” call Geeta wake me up from the reverie. “Hita also love Hannie loh.”

My face until my ears are hot.

“Apply?! Why are you so often so happy?” I looked away with one hand covering my face.

Geeta held my arm which started to loosen her embrace. “Hita sehius loh,” he said again with a flat face.

Nah! Don't put on an expression like that!

“Mending we take a walk. Said you want to enjoy the beach?” I let go of Geeta's grasp without looking at her. I could die of shame if she saw my cheeks blushing.

“Kalo road on the beach meraknya nyeker. Take it off, so feel the sand.”

I knelt down and took off Geeta's sandals after taking off my own. “But later the road clay-wild yes.”

“Hita wants to see Hannie ajah!”

“Engga! Ga can!” I reflexively looked up quickly. And straight up again. “Jalan! Later in the law Om loh.”

“Hita is cold, if hugged Hannie so hanggat loh.”

I shook my head and walked ahead of him. “Gamau!”

“Ahh, hug! Hug!” he screamed after me.

“Gamau! The word sin, Geeta. Sin!”

“But bihkin is convenient?”

I grunt. Huh, why is he like this?

“You why the hell? Possessed beach queen?” I snorted, and ran backwards.

“Hita Bay!!!!”

“Geeta peril!"

Geeta widened her steps and lunged at my body until she fell down.

Brugh!

“Ah, Geeta danger,” hisisku. Then rub your back. Fortunately, the sand is soft. No, thankfully the fall is not the first face.

Geeta still hugged me forcefully and laughed crisply.

“Ga funny. You are good not immediately nyium sand. My back is.”

“Sinih.” Geeta flipped over my body and placed both her hands on my back.

“Ngapain?”

“Sssst, Hita to healin.”

I'm laughing a little. “Alright can? What kind of shaman are you? Cure pake nempelin hand doang.”

Suddenly I felt my back warm. “Eh, what are you doing?”

I saw a green light emerge from Geeta's hand. And not long after my back is back to normal.

“Gapapa. Hannie lebai!” protest, then hit me on the back.

“Aw! Why was he hit again?”

“Let's be really sick!” Geeta sneering. Then put his body on my back.

“Sekahang carried to hotel!”

I grunt. “Why tell? Is that princess?”

“Iya,” Geeta said with full confidence. “Quick! Feet Hita cape abis medicine Hannie.”

“What's the connection? Do you do it with hands, not feet.”

Tonight, I got a new fact. Geeta can treat.

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