Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 2
...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Part 2...
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“I know very well the properties of Aden. Exactly like the late Juragan boy, Mr. Juanda. Since marrying the female Nurse, Aden's mother, she has always loved her family. Never in the slightest did I hear a male master there playfully with another female. He was very loyal, and that all declined in Den Hanan. Also the goodness,” said Mang Dirman revealed the fragments of memories that had been experienced before Hanan was born.
“Like that, yes, Mang?”
“Yes, everyone. It's similar. Even until Den Hanan is present in the midst of the family, the love of the male master to the family remains unchanged. Until the end ...”
“Ah, stop, Mang. That part don't talk anymore. I am increasingly unable to resist this longing for the presence of the figure of Father.” Hanan's face slightly turned moody.
“I'm sorry, Den. I do not mean to make Aden sad,” said Mang Dirman suddenly felt guilty.
Hanan rubbed the old man's shoulder, after helping to lift the suitcase and put it in sado. “It's okay, Mang. I also know that there are a lot of people besides me who miss you too. He deserves to be missed.”
“For that reason, the presence of Den Hanan in the midst of society will be able to treat their longing. My hope anyway, like that.”
“This time Mamang is not kidding, ‘kan?” Hanan looked into those old eyes. Glazing with a spotlight of peerless happiness can be reunited with the person he has been nurturing since childhood.
“I promised my late wife, my life will be spent serving the male family. During this time, only the Aden family was able to provide comfort and consider myself as part of the family of Mr. Juanda. I did work at Den Hanan's house, but I was never considered a helper.” The clear puddle in the eye patch began to melt down his old cheek. Quickly, Hanan immediately wiped off with his fingers. Soft and affectionate.
“Already, Mang,” said the young man while pulling Mang Dirman into his arms. “For me, Mamang is the most important part of my family. Of course for Mom too.”
“Den ...”
“Im sorry Little Hanan, if it used to often make young Mamang upset. Now, big Hanan gives a deep thank you because it has been deigned to take care of Mom, while I went to study in Jakarta. I don't know if I can return the favor for these services or not. But ... believe me, as long as I live, Mamang will never let me cry sad.”
“Den ...”
“Allet's, Mang?” hanan asked yet to let go of his embrace.
“Mamang hard to breathe. Body Aden ... smell asem.”
“Eh ..” And then Hanan took off his embrace. Then sniffing the body and both armpits. “Oh, yes. I forget. The whole trip was very hot in the car. I got a sweat bath even though the car window was opened. Sorry, yes ...”
“It's okay, Den. But ... My eyes feel like they are starting to bud,” said Mang Dirman who of course intends to tease his employer's son.
“Then, let me alone hold the horse control rope,” Hanan reply as reminded of his favorite a few years ago.
“Aden can still bring sado?”
“Yakin?”
“Ayolah ...” Hanan climbed up the sado and immediately sat down at the front, followed by Mang Dirman behind him after removing the horse straps on a large tree. “Bismilbornrahmaanirrahiim ..”
“Come, Jalu. Do you remember who I'm bringing with me now?” asked Mang Dirman on his horse. The beast snorted loudly.
“He still remembers me, Mang,” exclaimed Hanan while laughing.
“Good. Means I don't have to bother anymore to introduce Jalu to Aden. Hahaha.”
Slowly the horse began to move. Moving the sado wheel, leaving the Kampung Kedawung station area to the Hanan family residence. At once, come to two beloved figures who are now waiting for his arrival.
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Sado walked slowly down the dirt and grassy streets. At the same time, Hanan's memory of the condition where he was born and raised first. Until adulthood, it must be abandoned to continue its education to a higher level. Being a doctor is the ideal of young men from childhood. Serving and being able to get closer to villagers such as the late Mr. Juanda, one of the community leaders who owned a lot of land and worked together with the surrounding residents.
It is not easy to get as much and as vast wealth as it used to be, because Mr. Juanda's father, Hanan's grandfather, was one of the important figures in the struggle against the Dutch invaders, because the Dutch colonists, and the, at the same time recapture the lands that are controlled by many Meneers. It was passed down through generations and is now under the supervision of the Hanan family.
Hanan's mother did not want her child to only dwell on the issue of family wealth, the woman hoped Hanan to be a useful figure for the wider community. So he was willing to sell almost half of his land to finance the education of Hanan, a child only wayang.
Several years of life separated and only communicate through letters, finally Hanan returned home after completing his education. Become a doctor and be expected to help others, especially poor people who are still blind about health problems. At that time it was not easy to get a good education, in the midst of a war against the Dutch invaders who intend to re-establish control of the archipelago. Hanan's mother insisted on sending her child to Jakarta despite the risk of losing her only biological son.
A mother's prayer is in fact very powerful. Finally, with various efforts and struggles, Hanan has now become a figure to be proud of.
“Mang ...” call Hanan suddenly on Mang Dirman while looking forward. Precisely towards a young woman who was sitting under a large tree while grimacing and massaging her legs. “We have to stop for a while, Mang.”
“What's up, Den?” asked Mang Dirman in wonder.
“Mamang don't see in front there? There was a woman. Looks like you need help ...” Hanan said.
Mang Dirman did not answer.
A moment later, Hanan pulled the horse's control rope to stop the sado's pace. “Before a while, I will meet the woman first, Mang.”
The young man came down from the top of sado, rushed to the figure of the woman in question.
“Halo .. good day,” greet Hanan so close. A white woman with blond hair and wearing typical clothes is not as common as local residents.
The woman raised her head. The ringis on his face did not stop. “Oh, thank goodness someone came too finally. From earlier I was waiting for someone who passed by, but not a single one,” he said in a style of speech like most of the tongues of Europeans there.
Hanan slightly gasped. The woman was so beautiful. With green eyeballs, a pointed nose, and red lips.
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