Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 13
...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 13...
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The figure of an old woman wrinkled, hunchbacked ―curved― forward, and propped up a wooden stick the size of a wrist, staring sharply at the top of the sado. “Who are you? How dare at a time like this pass this way!” he asked with a raucous voice stuck in the esophagus. The skin of his cheeks filled with pockmarks, also moves like a chicken roost when talking.
Dirman tried to calm down. One thing he was worried about, was of course the safety of Bunga and Hanan. Reply the old man, “Excuse us, Nyai. I just happened to pass by on this road, deliver his guests Mr. Guus, and was in a hurry to head home.”
Nyai Kasambi growling. His eyeball, which was just a small black dot twitching, examined the two figures behind Mang Dirman. It looks so foreign, he says. “Hhmmm, beautiful and handsome young man,” murmured as a mangosteen so that the skin of his cheeks swung back. “Looks like I smelled a past scent that I haven't breathed in for so long.”
Mang Dirman wants to look, but still trying to survive. Characterized by the motion of his eyeballs watching the gerik Nyai Kasambi figure who began to approach. He slid his hands back and moved his fingers down, gesturing for Bunga and Hanan to remain still in place.
“Hhmmm, but your face is like a stranger to me, beautiful daughter,” Nyai Kasambi said. Then changed to look at Hanan for a long time with a narrowed petal. “Hhmmm .. You handsome young man, what's your name?”
Just now Hanan was about to answer, Mang Dirman's hands moved back up and down quickly. Then hurriedly helped mention the name of his employer's son. “She's a special guest Mr. Guus Van Der Kruk, Nyai. Just came from Jakarta. Surely Nyai had heard Mr. Guus tell me about this young man, right?”
Nyai Kasambi. “I didn't ask you, Dirman! Why are you talking, if I don't ask?” jolt the figure of the hunchback woman while blocking the rod in her hand, to let out white smoke billowing from between her fingers.
“I'm sorry, Nyai. This guest of Mr. Guus, does not understand the language that we speak every day,” said Mang Dirman back while moving fingers down like that. Then unexpectedly, the old man spoke Dutch. "Dames en heren, onze reis is tot stilstand gekomen en ik zal eerst met deze mooie ouderling spreken." Then say back to Nyai Kasambi, “Please if Nyai can allow us to go home soon and arrive at Mr. Guus' house before the evening pick up.”
(Mr and Madam, our journey has been halted for a while and I will speak first with this beautiful elder.)
“Hhmmm ...” Nyai Kasambi. His eyes occasionally glanced at Hanan, then turned to look at Mang Dirman, like he did not believe the old man's words completely. “This time, I'll let you go, Dirman. But if you complain about me, you certainly know what you will receive later, heh?”
“Thank you, Nyai. I understand what Nyai means,” said Mang Dirman feel a little relieved now. He thought, Nyai Kasambi will immediately release them to leave right then and there.
“Hi-hi-hi,” giggles the old hunchback figure, creepy. “I liked Mr. Guus' guest. Hi-hi-hi.”
‘Astaghfirullah,’membatin Mang Dirman anxious. ‘This is one of the bad signs for Den Hanan later.’
“The reason reminds me of someone. Hi-hi-hi!” nyai Kasambi added with a long giggle, until slowly leaving the three of them.
“Mang, why haven't we moved as well?” ask Flowers whispering. “Nyai Kasambi is gone.”
“Ssttt ...” Mang Dirman asked Bunga to be quiet. “Don't say a word until everything is completely safe. Let my business alone speak if until he reappears.”
“Yes, Allah ... Is the situation as precarious as this? To the extent that Mang Dirman forbade me and Bunga to say a word,’ Hanan said inwardly. ‘Astaghfirullah, what exactly is going on in this region of the village?’
Some time the three of them fell silent, until finally Mang Dirman jerked the horse harness and sado began to go back.
“Stay silent and silent like this, until we arrive at home,” said Mang Dirman. “Hopefully we can get there faster before dark twilight down.”
Fortunately, both Hanan and Bunga obeyed what Mang Dirman asked for. With each mind filled with questions, the lovers are no longer pouting jokes as before. In fact, it looks now like two new strangers.
“Alhamdulillah .. they finally came home too,” welcome Sumiarsih so sado just tracked the yard of the house. He was quick to hunt and call. “Hanan! The flower! Quickly get inside the house!”
Hanan first helped Bunga down sado, then approached his mother who seemed to harbor anxiety. “Assalaamu’alaikum, Mom,” said as she greeted and kissed the hand of the figure she loved so much. Followed by Flowers.
“Mother is very worried about you two,” Sumiarsih said. “Come, hurry in. Soon Maghrib time arrives.”
“Mother and New Flowers come in first. Hanan wants to talk to Mang Dirman for a while, Bu.”
“Yes, already, but don't linger outside by evening, son. This has sareupna,” said Sumiarsih mewanti-wanti putra only wayangnya.
Flowers and Sumiarsih quickly entered the house. While Hanan himself approached Mang Dirman who was removing the rope from the horse's body.
“I know what Aden wants to talk about,” said Mang Dirman before his employer's son asked a question. “This will be a long story and will not be revealed in just a day overnight.”
Hanan helped Mang Dirman's work so that he could quickly land the animal to its usual place.
“Mamang seems to know a lot about the situation that is going on here.” Hanan began to guess. “But, so far Mamang has not told you anything.”
Mang Dirman glanced at the young man behind the horse's back. “Later I will tell you one by one, Den. Including, why earlier I forbid Aden and Neng Bunga to talk about something that should not be disclosed carelessly. Especially out there,” he said and immediately lead the horse into the cage once the entire strap is removed from the body sado. “Well, you rest here first, Jalu. This day, you've had the honor of picking up and delivering Den Hanan. You must know him, ‘kan?”
“Jalu?” Hanan's forehead frowned.
Mang Dirman replied with a smile, “Iya, Den. Because he is a stallion.”
“Mamang himself who gave him the name?”
The old figure chuckled. “I just want to call him by a name that is not so difficult for me to remember, Den. Understand parents. He-he-he.”
“Ooohhh.”
“But, Mamang thought this horse was very happy with that name. Jalu, which means male. A strong figure, tough, and at the same time have good responsibilities.”
“Hhmmm.”
“Buktinya, this horse seems to understand what I ordered, Den.”
“Try to prove,” challenge Hanan curious, as well as intend to mark the old figure.
Mang Dirman mesem-mesem, he said, “Jalu, geura sare siah!”
Waiting for so long and being ordered over and over again, the horse remained standing in its place. Then Mang Dirman reasoned, “Maybe because it was not yet time to sleep, Den. Not feeling sleepy yet.”
“Halah, Mamang.”
“He-he-he!”
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Word statement :
Sareupna: Time leading up to the Maghrib and related to the myth of the sandekala.
Muhun: Yes (fine language).