Hansa & Geeta
Chapter XLIX

Unwilling to cause a worse commotion, I obeyed Uncle's request and sat back in my chair.

“Yaudah, we change topics. Your turn to Uncle.”

“Since when did Uncle move to this RS?” I asked without further ado.

Uncle was silent for a moment. Smiling thinly. “It looks like you will understand the reason Uncle, Han.”

Alisku.

“Uncle, just want to deket same Mother. Same as your grandma.” A pair of gray eyes that were exactly the same as mine were staring pushyly out the window. “The feeling of kangennya can not be held again. So Uncle moved here! More or less the same as you?”

A smile as bright as her hair was re-engraved. But I couldn't feel the slightest bit of happiness from that smile.

He sighed. “Uncle was confused why your parents were so worried you lived there. In fact.. if you hold on to your feelings of kangen, it could be fatal as a result.”

Uncle chuckled and broke my hair into a mess. “You're big now. Surely everything will be fine.”

If Uncle says so I feel burdened. What if I let her trust in me down?

Uncle's phone clinked and he stood up. “It looks like your acquaintance is done. Yes samperin.”

I stood up reflexively. “Uncle know where it has been settled?”

He chuckled again, and wiggled his phone. “According to you? Time yes, Uncle invite you to wait here without nitip-nitip pesen.”

I nodded briefly and invited Geeta back. He said Om Dien was not seriously injured. But his right leg was injured, and it turned out that the bloody one was his arm. There was a sharp object in the cardboard he was carrying, and that's what hurt him.

“From now on you have to take care of Om kayak real grandparents.” Om Dien glanced at the stick that had been prepared beside the bed.

I smiled faintly in response. “From on can not walk at all, Om.”

“Duh, Han! Amit-amit. If you say that, don't be careless!” Om hit me a little hard.

While I was just a whimper, it was a relief to see Om still being able to get angry.

“Kalo there is nothing directly phone Uncle only yes, Han.” Uncle patted my shoulder and smiled at Om.

“I'm Hansa's uncle. You must be the acquaintance he talked about earlier huh?” said Uncle understood Om Dien's astonished view.

Om returned Uncle's hand. “Oh, yes... possible.” He looked at me and Uncle. “I Dien. You two.. ga look alike,” comments.

Uncle laughs. “Emang. But he's my favorite nephew.”

Up to a few minutes, Geeta and I were just standing by watching two “om-om” chats with each other. I heard Om doesn't have to be treated. In a few hours he can go home.

I followed Uncle out of the ER, while Geeta accompanied Om.

“So inget a long time ago, Han.” Uncle felt my presence. He did not look at all and looked at the hospital garden from behind a large glass window.

“Which first time?” I stood beside him.

Uncle looked quickly at me with a look of disbelief. “You ain't inget? Your father and Uncle fought. You were able to cry while.”

I asked, and asked again. “Iya, keep what does the same relationship Om Dien?”

My uncle looked at me the same way. “Yes, will we get better at the hospital where Uncle practices too.”

“Emang that time Uncle was already a doctor?”

Uncle clucking. “Judah! A koas! It was your father who asked to go first! Ah bye!”

Uncle swung his hand. “Males discuss again. Mending you bribe the Om Dien eat tuh.”

I chuckled and embraced Uncle. “Don't sulk dong om bule. My memory is still disheveled Uncle remember?”

He shut up and looked back at me. “You're still not back yet?”

“In fact I thought at first I never would return,” reply me while shaking my head.

Uncle lowered his head and let go of my embrace. Replace him who embraces. “Sitting in the park kuy.”

...…...

“Dad not home yet?!”

Ren was aghast at the sight of his nephew. He drew closer to the door. Steal the conversation below.

“Hannie, don't scream like that. It's still morning.”

“I'm not going home if Dad still hasn't come back here!”

“Hannie!”

Ren's down. Why did that little boy come to grumble along? The quarrel he and his brother had already caused quite a commotion.

He breathed a long breath. Her brother couldn't possibly apologize first. Ren also felt that he was not really guilty. But, uh,

“I just want to see Uncle and Dad better! Why is that so hard?!”

Unable to bear the commotion the gray-eyed little boy made, Ren grabbed his bag. Decided to go down now. He had been planning to return to Jakarta for the past few days.

But just like his nephew, Ren was also waiting for his brother to return. And what was waiting for did not come.

“Mother?” Ren poked his head from the stairs. Check if her mother joined the noisy TV room.

“Nona Grace is on Mas Ren's backyard.” Ren looked back. That's Eli.

“Oh? By yourself?” tanyanya while helping the woman carry a pile of clothes ready to be dried.

“Iya. I guess anyway, if the chatty one doesn't bother.” Eli chuckled softly.

The woman voluntarily appointed herself to care for Sophie Grace. Sophie said she helped her family first. I don't know, Ren initially doesn't care, but after getting to know the woman he becomes interested in finding out more.

But, no. Ren feels himself too ‘kacau’ for a fine woman like Eli.

“That's yes? Okay.” Ren went down the stairs first.

“Mas Ren gausah helpin also gapapa kok. I can still bring my own.”

“Casual, El. My man's soul thrashed around looking at girls carrying lots of gini stuff. Lo-you, still stiff talking. We have known for years. Same age, right?”

Eli shook his head. “Beda a year. And no, I'm not good at talking casually with Miss Sophie.”

“Loh? Gu-I'm older?” Ren looked briefly.

“Iya. Is Ren conscious now? Why do I call Mas ‘Mas’?”

Ren chuckled at Eli's reply. “Iya, yes. But yeah, don't be so stiff. Gaelak is for me too. Ah-tuh would be a rigid follow-up also me.”

Either Ren's words sound funny to Eli, or she just laughs professionally. But Ren felt relieved every time he saw Eli's serious face soften so.

“Down here ya dress.” Ren placed half a pile of clothes on top of the front yard wooden chair. Eli came straight to the clothesline.

“Eh, yes Mas. Thanks yes.”

Ren nodded and walked around the house a little. He doesn't want to go in the backyard anymore.

“Bu..?” Ren peeking. That's right Eli said. Her mother was in the backyard with two other household assistants nearby. Hansa is still in the kitchen. Whining to the bunda.

“Oh? Ren, where are you going?” The mother looked over while sipping warm tea as usual.

“You are back in Jakarta. Ren still hasn't graduated Mother remember?” He sat in an empty chair facing his mother after asking for privacy on the two housekeepers.

The mother nodded. “You can't wait for your sister to come home?”

“He won't be home anytime soon. Better yet if Ren is samperin him. Although Ren is also not sure anyway.” The man with the exact same face as his mother looked down and smiled faintly.

“Ren need to make ga nunda-nunda better. Ren doesn't want me to keep thinking. Don't want to either, the chatter is crashing every day like this.” He glanced at the kitchen. Hansa was crying a lot.

“Mother, believe you guys won't fight for long.” His mother's usual smile was now extinguished. “You brothers, your relationship may not be that easy to break right?”

Seeing that expression, Ren couldn't bear to not cry. But he kept trying to keep his tears from dripping in front of his mother.

“Iya. Brother also must still want the same pesen Father to us-us. You don't have to worry. Maybe Abis Ren went back to Jakarta, brother will come back here. From kemaren ga dateng-dateng may wait for Ren to go first.”

“Hush, don't be. Your brother might not be. He just needs his own time.” His mother clapped Ren's hand.

“But it can be, Mom. He's just as emotional as Ren, right? Ren is also aware. Relax aja.” Ren forced a smile so that his mother would stop worrying.

“He can't possibly leave his son and wife here. Surely he would have picked up, just because it was lazy to see Ren's face, he became lazy back here.”

His mother nodded. His two sons were very difficult to advise. But no matter how mature they are, they can solve their problems on their own.

“Yaudah, it's up to Ren to Radi. You guys must have your own way of making better. Just inget aja pesen tak—”

“‘Do not break up with your brother. Do not fight for more than a week. Bardamai in a good way.’ ” Ren repeated his father's message.

The mother nodded. “Yaudah, be careful on the road. Don't speed too.”

Ren smiled faintly and kissed his mother's forehead after kissing her hands. “Ren departs yes, Bu.”

“Ga says good by May? How's hansa? Nitta?” hold his mother when he stands.

“May Already Ren SMS. Mba Nitta was already as good as Ren. If the chatty..” Ren laughed a little. “Mending don't do it, later he even more furious.”

“You both love to singgalin Hansa without saying goodbye. Kasian Loh Ren.”

Ren shakes. “Let me call Mba Nitta, Mom. I won't tell you at all like big brother,” he said then walked to his car on the front page.

Hopefully, until in Jakarta he accidentally met his older brother. Ren prefers nature to bring them together, rather than those who make appointments themselves.

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