Hansa & Geeta
Chapter XLIII

“Uwaaah!!! More people huh?!” Geeta's voice was rather loud due to the wind and the noisy music from the stage on the beach.

Smile widens. Even the greenish bias of the original color of his eyes was visible.

“Iya. Today, it's a holiday. So more visitors. Do you like the crowd? I think you're still scared because that ‘time was’?”

My point is the incident at the fast food restaurant while we were out in the mall.

Geeta shakes. “The solution is different! Geeta likes the beach. Just like Hannie said before, the beach still makes you happy.”

He has a contagious smile. Anyone who saw that smile couldn't bear to smile. And that's how I am now. Smile with him.

“We can't often go to the beach.”

Geeta looked quickly. “Eh? Why?”

“Soal let ga cepet bosen. If you often come here, later I will be confused about where else can make you smile that wide,” explained me.

Geeta laughed a little. “Geeta will not be bosen same origin Hannie!”

Oh, do you know how dangerous that sentence is? My heart can fall right now because it works too fast.

“Can,” I replied ending this dangerous conversation.

“Heeiii!!” He shouted from near the stage. “Om want to sing! You guys video-in ya!” he said with a smile no less wide than Geeta.

I formed the sign ‘OK’ with my hand.

“Yak, visitors. Anyone want to throw his voice on our beloved beach is not it? If there please acungin his hands yes!” The stage MCs opened up the opportunity.

He raised his hand while jumping.

“Iya can! The most excited man there. Let's go on stage!”

Om ran up the stairs to the stage. Other visitors cheered encouragingly.

“Ayo Om, her hair is just a gamau lose to seaweed. His voice also can not lose the same waves yak!”

Everybody laugh. Om ignored the MC's pleasantries and took over the stage. “This song is for my beloved daughter over there!”

Everyone looked at Geeta, and she looked timid. Very amusing.

“Documentation ready yes?!” Om staring. I replied with a thumbs up, and she started singing.

A soft opening instrument ran through the air. At first, I thought Om could only make songs and play music. But it turns out that his voice is also good. Soft, calm, and organized.

It was very different when he spoke everyday. You wouldn't think that Om is singing, and the usual Om is the same person.

“Your beautiful smile is like an opium

Want my trus see though..” *

* [Feby Princess - Halu]

Hmmm, Om picked the right song. I glanced at Geeta who was drifting in Om's voice.

“You won't sleep again like last night because of Denger Om singing right?” tanyaku keep recording the appearance of Om with a mobile phone.

That greenish-brown netra locked my eyes.

“Ga dong! This song is special for Geeta,” kekehnya.

Oh, I'd love to switch this phone to Geeta and ignore Om.

Om's performance ended well. Everyone applauded loudly. My intention to immortalize Geeta on this phone is still there.

Come to think of it, I haven't immortalized the Geeta figure at all.

“Geeta, want me to take a photo?” my many. I think even if he disagrees, I'll still take pictures.

Geeta did not have time to answer, the wind blows strong flying beach hat bought by Om yesterday when he just arrived here.

“Ah, topinyah Geeta was disappointed.

The hat landed in the water. It is far enough from the beach.

“Wait here. Let me take it,” breaks me while taking off my shoes and socks. Seeing her disappointed face made my body move on its own.

“Hannie!” exclaim Om when he saw me running into the sea water.

Geeta was silently holding my phone.

...…...

Geeta watched the gray-eyed man come out of the water. The strong waves made the man's body stagger slightly.

Almost all the eyes of women on the beach are locked on the figure.

“Ah, Hannie..” his murmur saw that the entire body of the man was wet by sea water.

“His hat to bring wind. Good thing not to be so caught.” The man chuckles and hands the beach hat to Geeta.

Geeta sighed, followed by Om's scolding behind. “Not! Fortunately, you can swim. If not, gatau again What to say,” decak the curly-haired old man. “You stay in fried, Han. Udah brine.”

“Kalo can't swim, I won't splash earlier.” The man chuckled while squeezing his thin shirt and shirt.

“Don't laugh, how do you keep going? Want to get wet at home? The wind go in. Om also gamau car seat Om so wet because of you.” The man nailed the head of the boy who was much younger than him.

“I change clothes later. Why so hysterical?” The gray-eyed man grimaced and rubbed his head.

“You won't have another shirt.”

One end of the man's lips was raised upwards. “Buy it,” it says relax.

The old man who was called Om by them caught him once again. “Ngabisin money only work.”

Geeta mediates the two men's fight for the umpteenth time. “Daddy, Hannie. Geeta can—”

“Geeta,” by men it's fast. His hands that were drying clothes changed to hold Geeta's hands.

From the man's gaze, Geeta understood. He can't let Om Dien know he's not human. His identity must be hidden.

Although Geeta also remembers, since childhood Hannie promised several times to not worry about her identity as a mythological creature in the future.

“I want to buy clothes first yes, Om.” The man went to the nearest accessory store.

“Geeta bangtuin Hannie yes, Om,” thank you without waiting for permission from Om Dien.

While the old man was confused himself. “Eh, you know, how? Heh, Geeta! It's just like loo..”

Geeta followed the man with the gray net.

“I want to change clothes. You don't follow.” The man snorted amusedly in front of the public toilet.

But Geeta did not listen and kept the man in custody. “Geeta could want to dress Hannie,” he said with a guilty face.

He felt uncomfortable as it made the man fuss again.

“Gapa, if you still want later Om can be suspicious. Is it not strange if my clothes suddenly dry?” Miss Sophie's granddaughter chuckled again.

Indeed, Hannie didn't seem to mind at all. But still, Geeta is uncomfortable. Finally he put both his hands on the man without excuse.

“Eh, Geeta?” The man was surprised.

“Abis this gangti shirt again. Geeta still wants to go.”

Not only water, but sand and other annoying spots were also sucked into the girl's hands.

“Yes-you! But clothes yes, clothes only.” The man's face was blushing.

Geeta nodded in agreement and continued her work. The shirt and shirt were back to dry. Nope. More precisely, back clean. Like just getting out of the laundry.

“Well your hands get dirty. Also called gausah, Geeta.” The man's gaze was fixed on both of his arms.

Geeta shakes. “Stay laundered.” He smiled faintly and let the man enter the toilet to change clothes.

But the gray netra did not want to take off his arm.

“Hannie,” call Geeta soft. “We want to go home. Gangti fast clothes.”

Titahan Geeta managed to take off the clingy gaze of the pair, and she smiled. The way she smiled always made Geeta feel weird.

It was like there were many drums continuously echoing within his chest. Sometimes he even held his breath. Afraid the man also heard the sound of his drumming.

“Judah. Back to Om. Later he will be lonely,” said the man before finally disappearing behind the toilet door.

Geeta turns around and washes her hands. Only then returned to accompany the nagging old man.

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