Hansa & Geeta
Chapter VII

I left Aunt's house and walked back to Grandma's. In the middle of the bridge, I stopped for a moment.

The breeze that hit my face was not as cold as it used to be, but it still felt cool.

I was silent looking at that vast and beautiful swamp. Looks like this swamp will be a good inspiration for my fourth book.

“Be careful, don't like this swamp too much.”

I gasp. Suddenly a middle-aged man stood beside me while leaning against the edge of the bridge.

“Means?”

The man looked at me cynically.

“Others like you won't understand.”

I frowned.

“I still don't understand what you mean.”

Don't you like this swamp too much? But Grandma liked it so much and nothing happened.

“Cih, you're too public.”

The water in his face turned serious.

“Listen, in this swamp there is a strange creature that likes to kidnap others to be his meal.”

The wrinkles on my forehead are getting deeper. Understanding my confusion, the man continued.

“You know why no one dared to approach this swamp even during the day?”

I'm shaking. Indeed, the swamp environment always looks lonely. I think I just don't remember it, it turns out it was lonely.

“It was because they were afraid of being kidnapped by the creature. We call it, Diwa.”

I glared at her explanation. “Diwa?”

“Iya, Diwa, Swamp Girl. We call it that because it resembles a girl. Long-haired waist, with white skin, but her body parts from waist down like a fish.”

The man stopped for a moment. Breathe in. Then continue back.

“Konon said, it was he who made this swamp clean. People like to be around him. Then when we let our guard down, Diwa will kidnap us.”

Ah, now I get it. Apparently so. Myths like in villages in general.

I nodded and nodded. This time, just take the warning.

Otherwise, I would have been stamped impolite.

“Good, thank you for the warning bag.”

Then I left the man.

“I know you're not taking my words seriously. But, beware!” the man shouted after I passed him.

I looked back a little. A long time ago, I didn't really like people like him.

Never mind. Do not be childish and quickly trim things.

...…...

Brak!

I put the last cardboard on Grandma's favorite old big table. Which is usually used for dinner, lunch, and breakfast.

This table is like a silent witness to our family chat. There are a lot of important things to talk about in front of this table.

I also don't understand, we always talk about pentig after eating together. Whether it's breakfast, lunch, let alone dinner.

My phone rang in the middle of the daydream. I thought the caller was Mother, as usual.

But not.

“Halo?”

“Hansa!!”

The scream of the girl who appeared from the other end made my ears buzz.

“Apply? Why scream?” my ketus.

“Why didn't you tell me to move, huh?!”

He was my college friend. Rania.

We are also a High School. He's a second-grade transfer student. His nature was rather bad, so no one wanted to get close to him.

Well, as his name suggests, he behaves like a noble. I mean, he likes it as if he's the most powerful man. Talk without filters.

And, other.

“You know I have no friends but you! Very well,” grunts annoyed.

I took a deep breath and tried to explain everything in the most subtle and understandable language.

Are you confused as to why I could be his friend?

Hmmm. I did too. Honestly right at High School I don't want to get close to him either. The story is rather long.

...…...

“Kids, this year we have new students.”

I did not listen too much to the words of the teacher's mother in front, and looked out the window.

Transfer student? Who cares, he won't change my life.

Although I did not want to hear, but their voices automatically entered my ears.

“MY NAME RANIA!!”

I quickly looked towards the source of the sound. Gawking, staring at a woman with a loud voice and a disrespectful way of speaking.

The other students reacted the same way as me. Hey, who introduced themselves in such a way?

“Why are you shouting?” ask my teacher who was flinched.

“Abis a lot of that doesn't focus ma'am! Example: him!”

The woman pointed at me.

I cringe. Me?

The teacher looked a little confused. He seemed to understand our disinterest.

The girls in my class started whispering, causing a stir.

“How dare he appoint our Hansa.”

“Iya ih, really caper.”

“Murid new already masang target yes, gercep also.”

My ears are starting to itch. This new student, he humiliated me.

“Already. Sorry, Rania. But even then you shouldn't be screaming.”

My teacher, who is basically soft, gives understanding. But I'm not sure it will affect.

I snorted and looked out the window again.

Forever. I'll never talk to that girl forever.

The break clock. All the students in every corner of this school immediately scattered out of the classroom, running towards the cafeteria.

Some bring supplies anyway, but still go out because they can not eat in class.

There are rarely students who do not go out of class, because my school only breaks at lunchtime, at 12 o'clock.

At the very least, even if they do not eat they will go out to find fresh air. One of them, I.

Don't be upset, my school isn't torture. But before the first lesson, we were obliged to have breakfast.

So, there is breakfast in the morning, and the school provides the menu.

Before leaving the classroom, I saw some people approaching the new student earlier. But his response to them was very bad.

“Apply, get acquainted.”

So said.

I shook my head. He won't have any friends until graduation day.

But maybe he doesn't want friends. No need.

“Hansa! Kuy canteen,” take my best friend.

I smiled and nodded before turning around to look at the new disciple once more.

His face looks ugly and annoying.

...…...

The canteen was already filled with a sea of humans when I got there. I'm not sure I'll be part of it.

Know this I follow the words of Mother and bring supplies only.

“Wih, gile. How is the game today?” ask my friend.

“Kan tenth grade there is a schedule of morning gymnastics, gan. Biasalah,” said my other friend.

Yes, in this school there is a schedule of gymnastics one class every week. Spins every week.

“By aelah!!” exclaim my friend from there is already... eum... bar-bar?

They walked through the crowd, while I was still standing on the spot.

Do I not need to eat? Just now I wanted to turn around, someone poked my arm.

“Hansa, you haven't bought any food, have you? This is me buyin.”

A student with four friends offered me some food and drinks. They who? From the next class? I don't know…

I smiled stiffly. Intentionally yes, they.

“Ah, thanks. Just make you guys tired ngatri—”

“Tuh tau if we are tired ngantri. So, mending is accepted aja.”

The student who stood at the front interrupted my sentence with a sinister smile.

Hahh. It was fortunate that my friends had already left, otherwise they would have ridiculed me as usual.

“O-OK, thank you,” I said final.

They smiled in satisfaction and walked towards the park while shrieking softly. I sighed rudely.

If this much who wants to spend? But, fortunately, too. I don't have to wait in line desperately.

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