Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 19

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 19...

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Before noon about a dozen, Roosje searched Ki Praja to the stables, but the old man was not found there. Then met Koen who was standing guard in front of the gate of the house.

"Ki Praja went with Mr. Guus to the estate above, Miss," Koen replied.

Roosje clucked in annoyance. If his father left, he would be escorted by Gert. So no one can be asked for help at home.

"Where is this lady going?" ask Koen. "Later if Mr. Guus comes home and asks, I can't answer what."

'Ah, dammit! If I ask Koen to escort, then who is on guard here?' rutuk Roosje was getting upset. 'Did I just take that Dasimah?' tanyanya herself while rushing back into the house, looking for the figure in question. "Ah, very lucky, it turns out that you are here, Dasimah!"

A young woman looked over while working in the middle room. 

"What's up, Miss? Is there anything I can help you do?" asked Dasimah while wiping the sweat that pours out on the face.

"You are the one today with me walking to the village" Roosje replied. 

The young native woman frowned. "Well the horse back, Miss?" tanyanya with a look like a store of worry. "Is that—"

"Of course not, Dasimah. I'm still afraid of the new horse Papa gave me" Roosje said with a faint smile. "I'd like to take a look around, and we'll go to Papa's plantation on top of that."

Dasimah. "Ah, alright, Miss. In that case, please allow me to wait a moment, I have to clean myself first," he said, noting the rest of his kitchen work.

"Just leave the job, Dasimah," Roosje said a little forcefully. "You just tell that Ambu Darsih's done your job, huh!"

For a moment, the young lady looked confused.

"What's up, Dasimah?"

Dasimah replied quietly, "It's noon soon, Miss. I'm worried, Mr. Guus will be home early for lunch. While the preparation is not yet fully available. What might—"

"Are you people not listening? I order it Ambu Darsih to continue your work, Dasimah!"

Hurriedly Dasimah gave up his job, then deftly rushed to find the figure of Ambu Darsih behind. "Good, Miss. Please let me call him first."

"Hurry now!'

"Y-yes, Miss," 

Tergopoh-gopoh Dasimah called Ambu Darsih to the back, until then back with an old woman swirled about fifty years. "Y-yes, Miss Roos. Hampunten, aya naon .. uh, what's up?" ask the figure who turned out to be Ambu Darsih with a distinctive Sundanese accent. 

(Hampunten, aya naon? : Sorry, what's up, huh?)

Roosje stared deeply at the old figure. "Ambu Darsih …."

"Muhun, Miss Roos," replied Ambu Darsih as he delivered his prayer. 

(Muhun: Yes)

Imbuh returned Roosje, "I want you to replace it with Dasimah's job duties, because I want Dasimah to accompany me to visit the villages. You understand, Ambu?"

"Muhun, Miss Roos, kahartos," replied Ambu Darsih again to perform his salute.

(Muhun, Miss Roos, kahartos: Yes, Miss Roos, understood)

"Ah, okay. It's so much easier isn't it, Dasimah?" ask the daughter of Mr. Guus to Dasimah who was bowed in fear. 

"Yes, Miss Roos."

"Then, come .. let's go now, Dasimah!"

"All right, Miss Roos."

"Yes, New York. Ambu is still able, to replace the task of Enng," replied Ambu Darsih.

"What is it, Ambu?" Dasimah was a bit doubtful and worried.

"That's it. Don't mind Ambu here, Neng. Ambu is capable."

"But …."

"As you know, Haast je! Volg me nu!" exclaim Roosje from another room.

(Asimah, hurry! Come with me now!)

"Well, Miss Roos calls you, Neng," said frightened Ambu Darsih. "So follow him, you'll get angry later."

"I-iya, Ambu," timpal Dasimah immediately stammered. "S-I'm going first."

"Yes, Ning. Be careful on the road."

Dasimah hurried to leave the figure of Ambu Darsih in the kitchen room. Struggled to walk up to Roosje who was getting ready in the front room. "Why have you been around for so long, Dasimah?" ask the girl impatiently. 

Dasimah delivered her prayer, then replied, "I'm sorry, Miss Roos. I just left the kitchen work first on Ambu Darsih. Again, I'm sorry."

"Oh!" deham Roosje haughty. "Come, we go now" he said as he stepped outside the house.

"Two of you, Miss?" dasimah asked as he did not see any other figure other than the two of them walking towards the gate of the fence back then. 

Without turning his head, Roosje replied, "Ja, you and I are, Dasimah. Ki Praja goes with Papa accompanied by Gert. We just walk to the corners of the villages. You're a capable man, Dasimah?"

"Y-yes, Miss Roos. Of course."

"Mooi zo" said Mr. Guus Van Der Kruk's daughter, smiling with reverence. In front of the gate, he told Koen. "When Papa comes home en tanya, I go with Dasimah to the village, Koen."

The red-haired male asked, "What will Miss Roos do to the village? That's very dangerous. What if the rebels find Miss there?"

Roosje smiled faintly. He said, "You guys take it easy, Koen. They were just hostile towards Papa, not me. Besides, the villagers already know, who's Roosje to them, huh?"

Koen scratched his non-itchy head. He was confused to say, because if forbidding it would have the same effect. Roosje was known as a stubborn female figure. In the eyes of villagers, Roosje often helped their needs. Sometimes it's food, not a little money.

"Be careful on the road, miss," said Koen finally letting the girl leave the house. "Be careful also for you, Dasimah," the man said again to Dasimah accompanied by a meaningful smile.

"Yes, Meneer," replied Dasimah. For a moment the two threw one another a gaze and a smile behind Roosje's gaze.

"Ehem! Ehem!"

Roosje mendeham twice. Hurriedly Dasimah was self-conscious and walked along with a downcast face.

"Have you two had a relationship?" roosje asked suddenly and quite surprisingly.

Dasimah replied in disarray, "Ah, t-no, Miss. We have absolutely nothing to do."

The bule girl smiled wryly. "You people think I don't know, huh?" he said back as he walked slowly without looking at it. "You guys and Koen meet outside a lot. Both of you are always at home."

Dasimah's heart beat suddenly. "No, Miss. Mr. Koen just drove me to shop at the market, it was always with Ki Praja. In addition, it also delivers food for Mr. Guus to the plantation. There's nothing else."

"Ah, whatever you want people to talk to, Dasimah," said Roosje still with a smile. "But don't let Papa know what you two have in a relationship."

Dasimah. He glanced for a moment at the figure beside him who was taller and slender. Wearing a white-white suit made from nice and soft. While himself, only a dull berbaya combined with ordinary kebat cloth. Tightly wrapped from the waist to the mid-calf.

"We don't have any relationship, miss. I only know Meneer Koen at home" Dasimah explained. "It's also because it often ushers in markets and plantations."

"Oohhh …." Roosje turned his head, watching the look on Dasimah's face walking down. "I don't care, whatever you two have. As long as it's like and like, het is van jullie beiden."

(As far as you guys)

Dasimah has not responded. He chose to remain silent. But deep in her heart, the woman muttered, 'Actually .. there, but I don't want to be too open to Miss Roos. Danger. This will cause great trouble in the extended family of Lord Guus in the future.'

...SERIATE...