Hansa & Geeta
XLVIII Chapter

Geeta warned the man to be careful. He already felt it. The man will fall. Sure. That's why he stood in front of the stairs. Prepare to catch.

But that guy is hard to give. Given that he also cannot arbitrarily show his strength, Geeta chooses to step aside. I hope his prediction is wrong.

“Udah there move not in front of the stairs later even hit, jotoh, nangess.” The man went down the stairs that were not even visible in his sight.

One, two stairs passed. But, on the next rung, the,

BRUK !!!

the man tucked in and fell.

...…...

The hospital nurse hurriedly takes Om to the ER room. While I have to finish the administrative affairs. Geeta was already panicking and pacing around like an iron.

Everything is in order, I invite Geeta to sit in the waiting room. I can't see Om's handler. No, not because it shouldn't, but because of blood.

“Here Om will be treated with expert doctors. You can wait here.”

But words alone were not enough to appease Geeta. I don't see exactly which part is bleeding. Because I didn't dare to approach when I saw that red liquid scatter earlier. But Om must have fainted when I turned my head.

“Loh? Hannie?”

I looked for the source of the voice and saw the tall blond man looking at me with glaring eyes.

“Uncle?” I got up from the chair and approached the man.

“Bener Hannie right?! Wow, it's been a while! What's here?” Uncle Ren shook my hand with a smile.

Eh? Did you practice at this hospital?

“My introduction, she fell down the stairs and fainted.”

“Kok can?” Uncle looked surprised, but also looked ordinary at the same time. Did a lot of patients fall down the stairs today?

“I don't know. He took a lot of stuff and fell down the stairs. By the way, since when did Uncle practice here. I remember Uncle ain't here, right?”

This is a not too big hospital near the village. As I recall Uncle practices in Jakarta, even though we rarely meet.

Uncle nodded. “Uncle has been quite a long time in this RS really, and is calm. Your acquaintance will be fine. The doctor here is good too. Even in the village but that doesn't mean we suck. Well, let's be so the most good uncle anyway.”

I chuckle. It was strange to laugh while Om was still in pain in the hospital room.

Uncle glanced behind me and looked at Geeta who was still sitting restlessly. “Who is he? Your friend?” ask him without taking his eyes off the figure he had just ignored.

“Ah, day...” I also forgot Geeta. If it's Uncle, I can't say Geeta is my little friend from Europe right?

“Iya, dia... friends.”

Uncle's view turned probing. “Feeds. ‘Teman’? suspicious. She must be your girlfriend, right? Kaann? Duh, my niece is great. Though it looks like you just came yesterday to ask to learn piano.”

Ah, she's been a bitch from the beginning. “Cot. Really temen. Uncle knows if the room in Grandma's house is rented, right? He's one of the tenants there. And the one that fell from the stairs was also the tenant.”

Uncle nodded without removing his annoying expression. Ugh, it's old not to change but it's getting annoying.

“Because, now you live there huh? If so Uncle must tell you to take care of our beloved ‘ tenants’ this well dong. Kasian right, he has bothered to take care of you who are fussy like this.”

I punched Uncle slowly. Our height is now the same. I used to think of it as a lifelike power pole, but now I'm the same pole.

“Han, ‘temen’ –mu it's like a lot of stress deh. Mending don't wait here. It feels so panicked. Mending while eating yuk, behind the canteen tuh,” invite Uncle while raising his chin to Geeta.

I looked doubtful. Not if waiting so far makes it even more anxious?

“Enah worry lah. Uncle said the doctor here is good, right? Why do you think Uncle wants to move to this RS if his partner is not good?”

Yes also. I remember Uncle doesn't like people he doesn't think are equal to him. This arrogant Bule, maybe I should agree with him now.

“Oke.”

...…...

“Your name, Geeta, right?” The chin-backed uncle looked at the girl sitting before him.

Geeta gave a short nod while continuing to drink the juice of various flavors non-stop. This is the third glass. Uncle let him drink himself until he looked calmer.

“Ohh... You are one major with Hansa first? Or a college? Or an SMA? Or one SMP?”

“Uncle,” hisisku.

Uncle chuckles. “More choices better, Han.”

Geeta did not answer and glanced at me. “She's one campus with me.” I finally answered.

“Hmmm Uncle nodded. “Geeta are you not comfortable talking to me or what? There was no sound from that. You still panicked, right? Your treated friend will be fine.”

I grieve. Already old and already have many children his mouth is still sweet with other women.

Geeta put the remaining fourth bottle of juice half onto the table. “Geeta scared, Om Dien go.”

“Om?” Uncle cringing.

“The other tenant is about the same age as Dad. Maybe even a little older. He's a musician, an acquaintance of Aunt Dinan.”

Uncle nodded again. “Hannie says you guys aren't dating, are you really?” He ignored me and asked Geeta.

“Uncle!”

Geeta tilted her head. “Dating?”

Uncle was enthusiastic. “Iya. You know, the girls love each other.”

Geeta's eyes started to sparkle. “Geeta likes Hannie kok.”

Hearing that Uncle's smile instantly expanded. “Wah, I think your girl is too honest, Han. Call her Hannie again. Uh, Geeta you know? There's no friend Hannie calling her Hannie. They don't know if Hannie has a call Hannie.”

“Apply? Belibet,” as trying to stop the chat. This way keep—

“Sssst, Uncle knows you're trying to stop this exciting chat, dear Hannie. Diem, your girlfriend is more exciting than you.”

“Pamaannn...”.

Geeta frowned. “Emang Hannie has another name?”

Om straight gawking. “Hoi! Hannie, he's got it! Why do you know his name.. aiiiiiihhh.” Uncle hissing ticklish himself.

“ ‘Halo my name is Hannie’, so?” Uncle chuckles. He made my face warm. “Aduhhhh very gemes! Gemes!”

I stepped on Uncle's foot to stop him. “Duh! How to do it anyway?! Uncle is already fragile, if it hurts you want to replace Uncle as a doctor? The surgeon loh! Surgery!”

“Bodo time! The surgeon should be more moral! Geeta don't hear this bull talk. Mending us back to the waiting room yuk.” I already wanted to stand up when Uncle's hand held my shoulder.

“Heh! Sit over. Don't be so polite. The feeling of your childhood infatuated boy is the same manners. How is it now like this?”

“Gini how?”

“Ya. G. Gentlemanly foot-pinching parents.”

“Kalo his parents like Uncle sih pantes digituin.”

“Heh!”

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