Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 17

...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 17...

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Hanan and Mang Dirman sat back down, occupying a large bench mounted on the back porch of the house. Overlooking a lush garden area with various plants and trees. The cold night wind, occasionally blowing, caressed the two with shahdu accompanied by the rhythm of singing small animals behind the bush.

"Aahhh, very warm, Mang," said Hanan so sipping ginger wedang drink that was made. Still steaming heat arouses the desire to continue enjoying it.

"More delicious also coffee, Den," Mang Dirman reply did not want to lose. The old man drank coffee in a unique way. First pour it first into a small plate-shaped container that is used as a glass coaster, blow for a while, then sip it little by little. "Aahhh .. very tasty," the Sumiarsih family coachman sighed.

"Can't blow drinks and food, Mang. Pamali," Hanan said. "It is better to wait a little cold or fan-breathing using hyhid."

Timpal Mang Dirman, "It's good this way, Den. The art of drinking coffee, yes. Hi-hi-hi."

Both are smiling funny.

"By the way, when was Aden in the medical hall, Den?" ask the old man. "A lot of people here are asking that about Aden."

Hanan replied after thinking for a moment, "Still waiting for the decision and task order from the regional government, Mang. Maybe in a month or a few months. I can't confirm it myself."

"Aahh, lama also turned out," Mang Dirman sighed as the mangosteen. Timpal returned Hanan while looking at the black sea that stretched in front of him, "Everything has to go through the process, Mang. For a while, I wanted to fill the activities by taking care of the abandoned family estate."

Mang Dirman. His view was shocked.

"M-taking care of p-plantation?"

"Yes," the young man replied as he glanced at the old figure beside him. "What's wrong?"

Dirman did not answer. He drank back the coffee and began to ignite the cigarette leaves of his kale that had been finished concocted. Then smoke billowed from the mouth and the old nose. Spreading the smell of tightness and pungent smell.

"Is there no other plan than to take care of the estate, Den?" There was a worried tone accompanying Mang Dirman's voice. "Maybe ... began to help treat the surrounding residents, so that all residents in this region know that Aden is a doctor."

"Loh, said Mamang earlier many residents who already know?"

"He-he, a lot but that doesn't mean everything, Den," Mang Dirman explained.

"Oh, yes. Very understand. He-he."

Imbuh the old figure back, "In my opinion, there is no need to treat directly. At least it can be started by providing counseling for healthy living or. The doctor must have understood that."

"That first thing I did, Mang."

"Huh? When?"

Hanan glanced at it for a moment. "Not long. Maybe about ten minutes to a quarter of an hour ago."

Mang Dirman's forehead shriveled. "When, huh? Feelings ... Aden was nowhere but with me and Ceu Odah earlier," he thought trying to remember. " … Or—"

"The counseling about the dangers of smoking to the health of the lungs, heart, and also .. people around," Hanan said while smiling to himself.

"Ah, Aden this," said Mang Dirman so understand what is meant by the child of his employer. "I came to think ... What does Den Doctor mean? Hi-hi." Then with embarrassment, the old man hurriedly turned off the remaining cigarette of his cauldron leaves that were still half a stick.

"Why shut off, Mang?" tanya Hanan intends to test Mang Dirman's consciousness. "Just turn it on again. I'm okay, co."

"I'm so embarrassed, Den," said Mang Dirman. "Kok, I'm the one who suggested, I'm the one who got it too."

Hanan laughed for a moment. "So, from now on Mamang want to stop smoking?" tanyanya again felt funny to see the attitude of the old man.

"Yaaa .. don't know either," Mang Dirman replied in doubt. "Maybe it can be started by not smoking in front of the Doctor Den or people around. He-he."

"He-he, thank God," Hanan replied happily because her efforts had already begun to bear fruit. "It'll be better, it'll stop altogether, Mang."

"Y-yeah, Den. I'll try."

"God willing …."

"Yes, God willing, Den."

"Alhamdulillah."

For a moment, they both fell silent. Enjoying each other's drink dishes while listening to the song of the night animals to put together.

"By the way about Nyai Kasambi yesterday, Mamang has not told me completely, Mang," Hanan said breaking the silence. Mang Dirman's face changed. "Certainly .. the problem I want to know about this region, when we spoke yesterday afternoon, was also not yet explained. What exactly is going on here?"

Mang Dirman cleared his throat a few times.

"Mother and Neng Bunga, always told me that the situation in our village during my stay in Jakarta, everything was fine," Hanan continued. "Yes, maybe only occasionally, there are Dutch troops entering the village to look for our fighters. Nothing more, just about that."

"There are many things that I do not know and I think, both Mamang, Mom, and also Neng Bunga, like being hiding something from me," added the youngster was curious. "Tomorrow afternoon, I plan to meet the village chief to—"

"Dent …."

Hanan.

"What's up, Mang?"

Mang Dirman bowed deeply, then continued to say, "Before I beg Aden to forgive me."

"Loh, sorry about what? Mamang not—"

"I just don't want anything to happen to Aden, as it's been experienced by …." The old figure turned for a moment towards the kitchen door, to make sure no one was listening to their chatter there. " … By the late Juragan Aden's father."

Hanan gasp. "What's wrong with Dad? What happened to Dad, Mang? Is there anything bad Dad's ever been through?" the young man was curious. He shifted his seat, getting closer to the old figure. "Now I've grown up, Mang. I deserve to know what happened to my family."

"But .. s-me .. s-me .. s-me.. has promised the Male Actor when he was there first, so that the problem then was .. lest it repeat itself to Aden," mang Dirman said softly and stammered. "S-I .. have to look after Aden and the Women's Magician."

"Mang ..." said Hanan, touching the old man's shoulder. "Gear me, Mang."

With a sense of doubt, Mang Dirman raised his head, then looked into the eyes of his master's son. "Yes, Allah ..." His sighs then grew louder.

"What do you see from me?"

Mang Dirman replied, "S-saya .. as if dealing with the late Male Actor, Den. Allah Masyaa. S-I .. miss his figure terribly."

Hanan's eyeballs began to glaze over. He feels very proud of his father, because there are so many people who miss and are happy to know his family well.

"Mang .. I feel the same way. Not only Mamang, Mother, or others" said Hanan pilu. "Consider, he is now present in another form. Because I am his son. His son was the only one that Mamang was worried about."

"Indeed ... indeed .. so similar to Den Hanan with the late Male Actor, Den," said Mang Dirman tearfully. "Face, voice, and Aden's behavior. Subhanallah .. s-I am facing him."

Hanan held the old body into his arms. Sobbing in the arms of a child's longing for his father.

"Thank you, Mang" the young man whispered softly. "I thank you very much, because Mamang has been taking care of my family with all my heart while I leave."

"It was my determination, Den," Mang Dirman said. "I want to dedicate the rest of my life to the Juragan family."

"Masyaa Allah .. Thank you, Mang. Thank ye. I owe a lot to Mamang."

"Don't say that, Den. It was precisely the Aden family that contributed a lot to my life."

Both of them sleep in arms. Praise and respect each other for what they have done. Until then, released and dissolved in silence for a moment.

"Before the Male Actor died, he fell ill, Den," said Mang Dirman suddenly broke the silence. Reply Hanan, "Yes, I know that. It's been a long time since I've had heart disease. But regarding the sudden death of Father, I myself did not have time to deliver his body. Because of Mom's news, just a few days after Dad was buried."

Mang Dirman glanced at his master's son. Then it was further revealed, "The death of the Male Juror was only two days after he fell ill, Den."

"Yes, that's what I know."

"During those two days, he vomited blood."

This time Hanan spontaneously looked at Mang Dirman's face. "What's? Vomiting blood?" tanyanya. "Regarding that, I never told you anything."

The broaches!

Suddenly there were strange sounds behind the grove of trees in front of the veranda behind the house.

"Hey, who's there?" yell Mang Dirman. Then swiftly got up from sitting, standing looking at the atmosphere around.

...SERIATE...

Word Description :

Pamali: something not to do (custom/culture).

Hihid: a fan made of bamboo slats and usually used when about to serve rice.