Hansa & Geeta
Chapter V

Geck! Geck!

I stood in front of the door of the not-so-simple wooden house patiently.

What I call not simple is really not simple.

This is Grandma's house key holder. Made of wood, but arranged neatly and aesthetically. So, even though the house is made of wood, it still looks beautiful.

In fact, I prefer a house like this.

“Yes! Wait a minute!”

There were footsteps coming from behind the door. I had already formed a smile before the owner of the house opened the door.

“Ya, there's ap—”

Door opens. I was a little surprised because it was the one who opened the door even a child. Where are the voices of the mothers who answered my knock?

As soon as I saw him, the little boy froze. I don't know why, but even so I don't fade a smile.

“What is your mother—”

“Maaaakkk!!!”

My words were cut off by the boy's screams.

“...ada?…” my murmur continues the sentence that was not finished.

Hahh. My smile faded when the boy disappeared into the house. Seeking mother.

Well, at least my request was fulfilled.

Not long, the mother came with a step in thrall because encouraged by her child.

“Why the hell?!”

“It... there is mas-mas gan..teng The girl's voice swallowed.

But I can hear it, haha.

“Hah?! If you speak clearly!”

The mother turned away from her son looking at me. He was as surprised as the little boy.

“Eh, what's up?” ask her in a soft voice.

I smiled thinly. He's pretty familiar to me. Was he close to Grandma?

“I want to ask for a key for the home of Sophie Grace.”

Mother was gawking. Then his hand was raised to cover his mouth.

“Miss Sophie?”

That call. The call I miss from people to Grandma.

I'm nodding.

The mother nodded in disbelief. “You, do-don't.. Hansa?”

I'm stunned. It's true that he knows me. My smile disappeared for a second. And back in the next second.

“Iya.”

One word that came out of my mouth made the mother hug me for a moment.

I jerked. Have we ever been this close?

“Oh, Hansa. Aunty does not know if it turns out we can meet billiards.”

Voice restrained. Looks like she's Grandma's best friend. The keys to his house were dropped here.

Hesitating for a moment, I then returned his embrace. Without saying anything.

Let him not know that some of my memories are gone.

“Sign in, Hannie. We chat first,” take him after quiet.

He even knows my nickname. That was quite surprising too.

“Thank you.”

I walked into the wooden house. The atmosphere is somewhat different from the old European style house. But, more or less there is the same attraction.

Which can make you miss quickly, even if you just left this place for five minutes.

Heart warms.

“Sister, can I sit next to you?” ask the little boy as soon as I sit in the living room.

I smiled and the boy looked wrong. Children today already know ‘malu-shame’ yes.

“Bby. Whose name?”

Now it's my turn to ask.

“Oh, me, i... em...”.

I chuckle. “You don't remember your own name?”

The girl's face was red. “Remember! I know my name!”

I laugh. She's so sweet.

“My name is Agni! I know, I know!”

Still laughing, I nodded and gently damaged the little boy's hair.

“Pintarya,” praise me so that he does not get angry anymore.

And it worked. He immediately nodded. Because her hair was tied up, I could see that now her ears were blushing.

Haha, teasing a child is the best.

Not taking the blame, he came back angry, but now to his mother. Because he was too embarrassed to look at me.

He reminds me of Zhan. If she's ashamed or angry at me, she'll act the same way. Shouting is not clear.

“Drink the tea first. Same thing in town. This tea is picked directly from the kebon. Myriad!” bargain the owner's mother after telling her child to go into the room.

But, the boy was still peeking out from behind the wall.

I'm laughing a little.

“So? If so I try it yes.”

The mother nodded happily. “Daddy, snobs atuh.”

Rightly said. This tea is fresher than any tea I've tried before.

“Enak,” I said.

The mother smiled widely.

“Yay! Aunt says what.”

As if remembering something, he reopened his voice.

“Eh, by the way don't be formal. Relax oruh.”

I was made to smile again. Not a smile of formality as before on the doorstep.

“Iya, thank you.”

The mother nodded and patted me on the shoulder.

“You are so good. Add handsome gini euy! Much more handsome than your uncle's same father.”

He then sighed disappointed. “Honey the Om has not returned from the rice field. I'll see ya!”

Aunt and Om. Was that my call to them first?

I'm nodding.

“But, I— I want to finish the goods first. Maybe come here again tomorrow. Fear of malem.”

The mother nodded a few times. Seemed still weighing.

I understand that he wanted me here for a while. At least maybe until dinner.

“Yaudah. But promise well. Come here tomorrow, see you. Uh, she's really upset with you!”

The mother patted me on the shoulder again. Not too loud.

I laugh. “Yes, tomorrow morning will I bring you breakfast? How?”

His face turned happy.

“Aih can be so bad! But can you cook?”

I nodded confidently.

“Can dong. Can be taught by Grandma.”

The mother laughed.

“Can be you, Hannie.”

I'm not lying. Grandma is good at cooking. It's just that, since Dad asked her to take a lot of breaks and rented out a lot of house assistants, Grandma rarely cooked anymore.

For the next thirty minutes, the landlord's mother invited me to a long conversation. Then he gave me the keys to Grandma's house.

“This is key. Aunt always takes care of your Grandma's house. So the house is still clean. Yeah, not by himself. Hire someone to clean it up. But, if there's anything to say aja same Auntie ya!”

I received the key. The old key with a gold leaf hanger that is now a bit dull. Because it's not real gold.

I remember, I was the one who bought this hanger.

...…...

16 Years ago.

“Nana!”

I ran down the stairs in a hurry.

I'm six years old. We just had a party in this house yesterday. Many came, meaning many also pinched and kissed my cheeks.

The thing I hate the most.

“Eh, Hansa Deck do not run on stairs!” exclaim one of the housekeepers, Brother Eli.

He is the closest and patient to me.

“Sister Eli! Where's Nana?” ask me with a breath.

Brother Eli held my body so as not to fall while remembering.

“It looks like it's in the living room. There's another friend of his, so—eh!”

I took off Brother Eli's grip and ran again into the living room.

“Nana!!”

“Dek Hansa!!”

In the living room, I saw Grandma talking to a woman dressed simply but neatly.

The woman looked at me, and smiled broadly.

“Hai, Hannie. Sorry yes, aunt can't come yesterday.”

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