Hansa & Geeta
LV Chapter

“Oh...” I looked down at Uncle's story. How could I forget that?

“But it's the past, Han.” Uncle chuckles. “Now yes, now. Your father is happy again.”

By the way, but Uncle and Dad rarely met. I chose not to prolong this conversation and smiled faintly.

Uncle seems to have read my plan. He snorted amusedly and looked up. “When, we nginep at Grandma's house both yes.”

“Sama-sama?” I tilt my head.

Uncle nodded quickly and repeated his sentence. “We are together. Uncle misses the same house.” He grimaced and laughed to himself. “The baby has made nostalgia.”

Back then, I had no choice but to agree to Uncle's plan. In fact, I wanted to reveal Geeta's true identity to them. I don't know what would happen if I did.

“Well, now you go home first.” Uncle got up from the chair and stretched his body. “Uncle still much work. We chatted again sometime.” He blinked his eyes and walked into the hospital first.

I didn't follow him right away. Still thinking about Uncle's story. At first I thought most of my memories had returned. There are a lot of important things I forgot.

Staring at the sky, I exhaled a long breath. “If I forget Grandma... will I not remember at all?”

“Hannie!”

The voice of the carefree girl I knew echoed from behind. I turned around and gave my best smile spontaneously.

“Hannie really long out! Let's go home.” Geeta pulled my arm impatiently. “Geeta tired of chatting with Om! Geeta wants to eat!”

I chuckled following his invitation. “Capek why?”

“Om likes to be angry! Geeta tired of debate.”

Haha, debate he said. “That? I'm not tired?”

Geeta bent her lips. “Kalo Hannie.. gatau ah!” He threw out one of my hands that he held tight. Then walk away with quick steps.

“Heee, wait for dong. Not going home!”

“Aaaahh!!”

...…...

“Hannie, Geeta can be picky who Geeta wants?” The beautiful figure with green hair in the pigtails leaped merrily after entering the supermarket area.

I sighed and allowed it. There is no choice, if rejected he will even go berserk and make a mess.

Ahh, even though we are trapped here also because of his actions.

[Thirty minutes ago]

“GA NO FOOD?!!”

Om Dien squealed loudly as soon as he knew there was no food stock left in the kitchen.

“Iya, the problem is coming home from Geeta Hospital like a really laper. Kept—”

“Keep you love him all?! Everything really?!!” Om Dien widened my eyes until I was afraid they were out of place.

“Iya.. abisnya Om tau own Geeta if you have eaten can not stop like a train.” I took a step back. Keep distance.

Om shut up and bow down. This kind of change in attitude makes me even more creepy.

“Hannie... Om won't hit us right?” Geeta who had been hiding behind my back was peeking doubtfully.

I swallowed spit. “Ga tau...”

“Hansa,” call Om slowly but somehow feels very sharp. He lifted his face and looked at me deeply until it felt like my head could be hollowed out by that gaze.

“Buy food again se-ka-rang!” its spray.

And so, I ended up at the supermarket with Geeta.

I opened a wallet that was running low. Surely.. surely my expenses will be excessive again. “Defend yes.. wallet,” I watered with tears.

“Loh? Which promo is not this?!”

Hearing that familiar voice, I immediately walked quickly closer to the source. To determine whether my hearing was wrong or not.

“Byeah. I told you that I didn't know that. Ngeyel sih.” The blonde-haired little boy who was also no stranger to me chimed in.

Wait, is that really them?

“Yahhh, how do dong.” The woman who looks the same age as me looks at her groceries. “Judah mbak. Tar first yak, I turned picky again.”

He pulled the trolley back. Luckily, no one else was behind him. As soon as we turned around, our eyes automatically met and he looked as surprised as I was. “Hansa?!!”

The little girl too. “OH! BROTHER?!”

I turned to look at the little girl. “Zihan?”

“Hannie~”

The three of us looked at it at the same time. Don't tell

“Geeta just choose this way, can not bring a lot.” Geeta put a few packs of food that I had so many into the trolley, and looked at the two others who were also staring at her in confusion.

“Loh? Who?”

I grimaced in my heart. Why would Geeta show up now?

...…...

“Oh, so he's a journalist? Seriously?” ask Rania to investigate.

I nodded in confirming. I don't know, it feels like Rania can tell at any time that I'm lying.

Rania, my high school friend is the most sensitive to her surroundings. Just by looking into the eyes of the interlocutor, Ran could tell if they were lying or not.

“Hmmm,” Ran looked at Geeta from top to bottom for a few seconds. “Kalo so knowin. I'm Rania. Usually I call you Ran. Lo?”

“Ge-Geeta...” Geeta shakes Ran's hand in doubt.

Instead I exhaled a sigh of relief. It means Ran won't ask any further. At least for now.

Ran smiled broadly at Geeta's response. “Gita? Name lo more ‘local’ than I expected. Kirain will be Juliet, or Diona, or whatever that is westernized.”

I chuckled little. Ran has yet to see how Geeta spelled her own name. I just wanted to finish their introduction when the edge of my shirt felt pulled.

“She's really a little friend sister?” asked Zihan with probing eyes that were not much different from Ran's.

That moment I realized that I was talking wrong. I forgot that Zihan's my brother!

“Ah, yes... You have never met him. Kan Geeta does not live in Indonesia. He just moved in to find inspiration. So...” I cursed myself for what I said. You've talked too much Hansa!

What if Zihan asks Mom or Dad? Ahh, Hansa you just made the problem so runyam added.

“That? Hmmm, could be anyway.” Zihan took off the edge of my shirt and looked at Geeta who was still chatting with Ran.

Really am! Just believe what your brother said yaaaa, I said in my heart.

Oh, speaking of Mother. I remember something. “Zihan.” I turned the little girl's body to face me.

“You are here, have the same permission Mother, same Father, right?” my question is full of emphasis.

Hearing that Zihan directly scratched the back of his head that was not itchy. I have a bad feeling about this. “Ah... about it.”

Don't you dare…

“I...” Zihan turned his eyes. Dare not look at me. “I... have left a note...?”

Zihan's reply left me breathless. My head is spinning non-stop. “You... ga direct permission?”

Zihan still did not dare to look at me. “Iya..” answer slowly.

Ah, it's over.

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