Hansa & Geeta
Chapter XLII

I rubbed Geeta's feet with a dry tissue in front of her hotel room.

“Let's not forget to change clothes, wash feet, wash hands. If you need to take a shower. New bed.”

“But the word Om night shower makes sick.”

I snorted and stood facing him. “Engga. That myth. You take a bath with warm water. Abis not for long either. Instead of dirty, continue the morning gatel-getel. Take a shower, all of you. Your body is full of sand so.”

Geeta nodded and opened the door of her room.

“Oh yes!” hold me, then take out a new phone I bought the day before the beach. Deliberate for Geeta because it's certain we'll be in separate rooms.

“It. If there's anything call me use this.”

“Cahranya?”

I showed you the steps to call quickly. No problem, it's just my contact and Om on that phone. Intentionally I give it now, for fear of being lost.

“Ngerti right?” I ask again to make sure.

Geeta nodded and went inside. “Mandi, change clothes, tehus tepon Hannie if there is anything,” he said before actually closing the door.

I chuckle. “Iyaa. Yes already. *G*ood night, ‘princess’,” godaku. Remembering I carried him to the front of the room. Fortunately, it was quite late and no one was passing the emergency stairs.

...…...

“How to update it? It's macem-macem, right? Back home your clothes are full of sand.” Om's voice-over tone.

“I just finished shower already want in interrogation nih?” I said back to asking. Still drying hair.

Om put down his ukulele and glared at me. “Iya. Om's daughter must be awake one hundred percent. Any man who has played with him must be interrogated immediately.”

Om grunting. “Lagian, shower malem-malem gini what ga rheumatism?”

“Engga Om. Precisely even reduce the effect if bathing use air anget.” I sat on the side of the bed facing Om. “And so, I ga macem-macem. Geeta pushed me down. So my shirt is full of sand.”

“Oh is?” The face of Om does not believe. “Male is hard to believe you know?”

“Means Om is also hard to believe?” reply fast.

“Ya— Engga. Not all men are trustworthy. That's what it means.” Om took back his ukulele. “The facts are indeed more unbelievable. Especially the one whose face 'dazzles' like yours.”

“Means Om ga 'dazzling' dong? Means that can be trusted automatically his face ga 'dazzling'?”

Om clucking. “Not so. Duhh, anyway you do not give Om reason to believe in you.”

“Kalo so why should I believe the same Om? Om don't give me 'a-la-san' either.”

“Loh, can't do it dong. It is older than you.” The voice of Om is rising.

I tilt my head innocently. “Indeed older can definitely be trusted?”

“Engga— Is not like that. But, yes. Agh! It's up to you, Han!” erang Om frustrated. “Dating with you is not a good option. Om will remember that.”

The movement of my hands that were still drying my hair stopped. “Grandma also said so time arguing with me small fitting.” I smiled thinly. “I guess I shouldn't talk much.”

He returned to playing the ukulele casually. “Ga also. But yes, thankfully you weren't born to talk much, Han. Try to be chatty like that Geeta. U broke Om's head from yesterday.”

I chuckle. “What is Om's head made of? A balloon? How easy to break?”

The index finger is raised upwards. “Enough, Hansa. Thats enough. Enjoy the night at this beach in peace. Don't disturb. The sparkle of your face running out of the shower is enough to interfere with Om.”'s vision

“Slare yes?” sahutku again.

“He’em. Kayak garden lights. Shining splendid shimmering. The girls that teletin you, already like a laron who likes to stick in the lamp. Wonder Om, they're not glare what ya?”

...…...

“Hannie, morning solace.”

Geeta pulled the chair beside me. Last night he called, and he said he had trouble sleeping. So Om and I stayed up all night just to keep her company sleeping on the phone.

“Enak ya, who sleeps in singing semaleman. Look at the hand Om sampe kinky for you.” Om pointed at his right hand finger full of emotion.

He has played more than ten songs with his ukulele. Haha, I also almost fell asleep if only he hadn't hit my head.

“The important sound Om ga kinky too. If the hair is... I think it's from there huh?” godaku while sipping the warm sweet tea provided.

“Heh, don't macem-macem equal hair Om. You struggle Om same hair this time young?”

I nodded and smiled thinly. Let him share the story again.

“This hair that makes Om's wife want the same Om know. You know how cool this hair was at that time.” She pulled her hair back full of confidence.

Geeta clearly held back a laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” Om glaring at Geeta. “Om no longer joking yes,” hisses.

“Ngga.” Geeta started to chuckle. “Hair Om similar grass laud.” He pointed to a group of seaweed inside a large aquarium in the middle of the restaurant. “Buuff, so.”

“Your base. Time Om handsome gini named the same seaweed?” The hand of Om who just held the spoon came to a halt again.

Geeta shakes. “Kalo gamteng the Hannie, Om.”

“Terus Om ga handsome?”

Geeta was silent for a moment. Holding a smile, and looking at me.

“Why even see me?”

He then looked down and looked at Om again. “Om gamteng coke. Segini..” He shows the ‘sikit’ sign with his index finger and thumb.

I laughed again. “Slightly mean.”

“Masa just a little? Very nice, even though Om already consider you as a child Om himself loh.” Om's tone of voice was disappointed.

He grumbled and dropped his rough spoon. “Tau ah's. Om cramming. Get your hands on, Geeta.”

Geeta immediately jumped up and got up from her chair. Move sit in the chair next to Om.

“Geeta request maaph.” He patted both Om's shoulders trying to calm down.

My laughter stopped immediately upon hearing Geeta speak her name correctly.

“Geeta! You can call ‘Geeta’?” ask me with spirit.

Om who just realized it immediately turned around and held Geeta's two arms. “Repeat again, son. Quickly repeat again! About danger.”

“Iya! Try talking again!” seruku followed Om while leaning forward enthusiastically.

With an astonished expression, Geeta complied with our request. “Ge-Geeta..?”

My eyes and Om sparkle.

“Wah! Son Om is big! It's not in vain we go to the beach.”

“Finally can too! Not in vain staying up late semaleman.”

Me and Om called out in turn. Creating a furore at the hotel restaurant early in the morning. I hope the workers here don't forbid us from coming again.

After breakfast, we are ready to go home later.

“Ga anyone misses huh? Abis playing on the beach we go straight home. Let ga kemaleman.” I leaned against the wall with my hands folded.

“Om check the closet. You're not doing anything?” ask Geeta and check the closet for the second time.

To be more certain we - me and Om- decided to tidy up Geeta's belongings together. While the owner just sits pretty in the middle of the mattress.

“Engga. Geeta was all neat before sarahpan,” he replied.

Om nodded and clapped his hands. “Kalo it's done. Pinter is you. Gaayak si ‘itu’ tuh,” quipped glanced at me.

I'm offended reply quickly, “What's wrong with me?”

“Ga. Just, forgot naro cardlock aja.” Om melengos.

Ah, true. I removed the card to open our room last night. Actually, after Geeta went to sleep, I and Om took a walk in the hotel garden. But when he returned, the sacred card simply vanished.

And that's the main reason we stayed up all night.

“Ya- yes maap. His name is also human. Not escape from mistakes. It would be better if you understand this.” I turned my head the other way, slightly regretting the unlucky incident.

“Of course. But it'd be much better if you hadn't been banged up like that, Mr. Grace. We can sleep early if only the card still shows its form,” said Om follow-up formal.

“But I also pay instead, Om. Just go, okay?” my reply again did not accept.

He folded his hands in front of his chest. “Oh yes. But you can't change your sleep time, can you? If later Om dengantuk pas nydir how? Parents need more sleep, Han.”

“That's why I drove. It's better in Om too.”

Om gave a rough sigh. “Indeed if young people will not sleepy abis staying up all night? It's good to drive. Om gamau leave Om's life with new chicks netes kayak you.”

I hold my body facing Om. Somehow the atmosphere is heating up. “Loh, it's Om himself who says parents need more sleep.”

“Ya does not mean Om wants to leave the lives of the three of us to you.”

“But kan—”

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Geeta's screeches put a stop to our debate. “Om, Hannie, Om, Hannie. Geeta did you say?!” the girl looked like the goddess. His cheeks were red.

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