Hansa & Geeta
XLVII Chapter

Faintly, behind the wall I saw Grandma watching us. I rubbed my eyes to make sure.

“Grandmother?”

Mother took off her embrace and looked back. “Mother?”

Grandma smiled as usual. “You slept with Grandma tonight, Hannie?”

I stood up smiling. Then look at Mother in doubt. It's a little bad to leave Mother too. I just got to be with him.

But Mother even smiled brightly and nodded in agreement. So I went with Grandma to sleep in her room. I rarely go to Grandma's room.

Dad forbid me. Or anyone entering his room. Dad said, it's a special place for Grandma to rest. So don't get ruffled.

“Waahhh..” I glanced around the European room. Comfortable and warm. That was the first impression I got so I set foot in it.

“Tonight, forget all your troubles and sleep well.”

Grandma replaced the regular lights with sleeping lights. Which makes the atmosphere of this room so much warmer.

“You Want Grandma bacain fairy tale first?” ask her as soon as I get into bed.

“Bby! I love any fairy tale.”

Grandma chuckles and looks for a fairy tale that fits her head. One, two stories he told me but my eyes are still very fresh. Grandma also seemed to have no intention of falling asleep before me.

“Still not sleepy too? What if we look at the photo album?”

Grandma got off the bed and looked for the photo album she had hidden in the closet.

“Why put an album in there?” I peeked at Grandma's activities from the bed.

“Important album. If it is placed outside, it is afraid to get dusty quickly.”

I tilted my head in wonder. “Indeed, if in the closet the closet will be dusty? When is it?”

Grandma laughed again and went up to the bed. “Kalo so the concept of our clothes will also be dusty and plural dong, Han.”

I sit down again next to Grandma. “Iya also. Hehe.”

Grandma stretched out her hand, telling me to come closer. He embraced me, and began to open the first page.

“See. Your grandpa's. Cute right?” Grandma pointed to a photo of a tall man with a dark coat standing in the middle of a courtyard of a building. Facing the camera.

The photo is black and white. I couldn't see clearly the man's face. “This is grandpa?”

“Iya. This is a picture of your grandfather as a young man. She went to school in the country where Grandma was born.”

I'm nodding. Then Grandpa here is still young? Unfortunately, his face is not clearly visible. Below the photo is a picture of Grandma.

“Well the photos of his Grandmother are clear!”

Grandma laughed at my curse. “Your grandfather's camera isn't as good as Grandma's camera,” his joke laughs itself.

The next sheet is more colorful. Though a bit dull. And no more photos of young grandfather. All of the photos of Grandpa when it's been stirred.

“Oh! This Father?!” I pointed to a photo of a bright brown-haired baby boy. Below are two other photos, one of which is a blonde baby, the other a brown-haired baby. It's just darker.

“Iya. This is your father, this is Aunt May, this is Uncle Ren.” Grandma pointed at the three baby photos in turn. Then on the next page, there was a photo of the three of them holding each other.

Dad rarely expressed. Aunty too, it turns out that from a long time ago it was cheerful and uracan. Uncle. He's still cute and innocent. Haha.... plain huh?

Grandma opened a new page and exclaimed, “Ah, this is a photo of Father and Uncle Ren when he entered school. Here's Ren's first day, and he's scared because the other kids are glaring at him.”

I chuckle. That's for sure. The sun's dazzling hair may not attract attention.

“So your father as brother, he clasped Ren's hand and said, ‘Don't suck! You boys. They're just envious of not having flashlight hair like you.’ As he said.”

Grandma's glaring gaze with a small laugh made me drift in her story. Much more than a fairy tale.

“It turns out Uncle was worse than me.”

“Iya. Who would have guessed that scared child is now a prospective doctor who likes to change girlfriends.” Grandma sigh. “But he will be a great doctor.”

“It was. It's definitely.” I agree with Grandma's words. “They'll be better, won't they, Nek?”

Speaking of those three brothers made me think of the trouble I left behind.

Grandma speechless. But his smile did not fade in the least.

Despite smiling, I know Grandma was sad to see her children fighting.

“Until any time, the affection that has been built since they were born will never break up, Hannie. It's called family relationship. The connecting rope between us is too thick to be broken off just like that.”

Grandma looked at me now, and stuck out her hand. I thought he would rub my head as usual. But it turns out he rubbed my cheek instead.

“See-see... You look the same as your father too. Your father told me a lot like Raje. Means that Kama said about you like Raje it might have a point.” Grandma closed the photo album and put it on the nightstand.

Grandpa Kama did say my eyes look like Grandpa Raje's. But I disagree with Grandma. I saw a picture of Dad when I was my age and he didn't look like me at all. Didn't know Grandpa.

“Well, it's time to sleep. Your eyes are 5 watts.”

I followed and Grandma turned off the lights. I don't know, but that night I didn't dream at all. The first time I didn't dream.

...…...

“Hannie! Geeta has done it all!”

Geeta jumped up and reported on her work as soon as I got out of Grandma's room. Honestly, I almost fell asleep.

“So?” I glanced at the TV room and the living room right behind Geeta's little back. Yes, everything is clean and neat.

“Good. So dong.” Geeta immediately smiled shyly and lowered her head slightly. Showing the idle head.

“What? Ask to be hit or on the head?”

The girl's pink lips instantly bent downwards. “Huummmm. Hannie!”

I chuckle. “Okey, okay. Relax and dong. But... I forgot how to plop your head.”

This time Geeta's eyes sharpened. He pulled one side of my hand rough and he put it to the top of his head. “Hum! Hum!”

Very amusing.

“Gini?” I messed up Geeta's hair until it fell apart.

“Agghh! Not rowdy!”

When angry Geeta even looks more funny. Yeah maybe, 'cause he's not really mad.

“Eh chicks! Where the hell are you? Om search-cariin also.”

I looked up quickly at the stairs. Om, with a pile of cardboard looks emotional.

“Maap, Um. I was... earlier, clean Grandma's room.”

Om looked at me with a probing look. “Serious. How do you feel tired at all? And the rubbish that was? Did you throw out the belly button?”

Oh yea! I can't say that I'm forgetful and almost asleep right? Let's think carefully Hansa, what reason is currently the most natural, natural!

“Geeta is a waste, Om. Hannie was actually cleaning Nonna Sophie's room.” Geeta's voice blew my mind.

Why her? Wanna protect me?

“Oh? Then the dress why miss outside if it is already loaded?” reply Om fast.

“That's exactly proof Hannie's done tidying up Nonna's room, Om.” Geeta answered well. Surf the river when the storm comes.

Silence looked at us both in turn. “Judah. Taro again the dress. Later dirty, nangess.”

I grabbed the white dress that Geeta was wearing. She did not fold the dress and attached it to the sofa. Good choice Geeta.

But I was so stupid for letting Om go down the stairs alone with the cardboard piled up in front of his face.

“Om! Ati-ati!” Geeta who seems to predict Om's bad luck begins to give a warning.

“Iyaa. Already there do not move in front of the stairs later even hit, jotoh, nangess.”

I just glanced a little. Unsensitive to the warning Geeta gave. Later then…

BRUK !!!

“OM!” panic-stricken Geeta as it made my new steps into Grandma's room come to a halt. I looked back, and found Geeta kneeling next to the man who was sprawled with blood all around her.

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