Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 20

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 20...

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Meanwhile in another place, according to the plan last night, the next day Hanan with Mang Dirman went to visit his house Head of Arrival. There, the young son of the late Juragan Juanda was well received.

"Alhamdulillah ..." said Ki Panca, the elder and Head of the Sundaarabara Embassy, was very happy when he heard the plan Hanan will stay in their village. "That's even better, Son Hanan," the old man added with sparkling eyes. "The community here will be greatly helped by the presence of Nak Hanan. Especially since the departure of Juragan Juanda, it feels like there is no one else who is so close to us."

Reply Hanan after glancing at Mang Dirman at the side, "God willing, sir. Just waiting for a decision from the government and a job assignment letter here. Hopefully, it's accepted and everything goes well."

"God willing, Son Hanan. I can only pray for you. May all that is aspired and honoured and Nak Hanan, sing be granted to me Gusti Allah."

(Pamaksadan : What is meant)

(Sing was granted to me Gusti Allah: May it be granted by Allah)

"Amijin, Ki. Thank you for your support and prayers," Hanan replied feeling happy. "Actually, this is also at the request of Dad when he was alive first. He once said, if possible, it is better to serve here alone, all of you take care of the family estate."

The look on Ki Panca's face changed slightly upon hearing Hanan's last word just now; 'Plantation'. But he doesn't want to talk about it any further.

"Ah, that's right, Nak Hanan," said the village elder, smiling as a goat. "Always practice the knowledge that Nak Hanan has gained, also helps the community here in particular." For a moment he glanced at Mang Dirman who was only speechless listening.

"O, yes …." Suddenly Hanan remembered something. "Regarding the habits of the people here, I heard .. they still choose other ways to treat." The youngster turned his head for a moment to Mang Dirman. "For example ... treatment by using .. sorry yes, Ki .. shaman services."

Ki Panca and Mang Dirman looked at each other.

"Ah, it's just a difference in the response or trust issues of each person, son," said Ki Panca. "Not to think too deeply. That is, therefore .. Our task together is to give a good direction to the community that not all complaints of disease, can be treated destinically. There is no need to perform this ritual - it can actually distance ourselves from religious teachings. Just come to the medicine hall or .. come to Nak Hanan's house if in a desperate situation. He-he-he. Isn't that right, Mang Dirman?"

"Eh, i-yes, Ki! B-really! That's absolutely right!" mang Dirman replied surprised, not expecting to get a question from Ki Panca. "Even because of that too, Mantri at the Health Hall often complains of a lack of visitors, Ki. He-he."

"Patient means, Mang?" ask Hanan.

"Yeah. That's my point, Den."

Imbuh Ki Panca continued his remark earlier, "Well, hopefully with the presence of Nak Hanan, the community began to believe and want to come to the Health Center."

Hanan thought for a moment, until then asked a surprising Ki Panca and Mang Dirman, "Then, what about the existence of Nyai Kasambi for the people around this village, Ki?" He looked at the two old figures. "It seems, his influence was quite large and still very much expected by them."

Back Mang Dirman and Ki Panca fight each other.

"Aaahhh .. for that matter, we should not discuss it first, Nak Hanan," said Ki Panca trying to divert the conversation. "For Nak Hanan's initial plan, it was more basic and preferred. He-he. Isn't that right, Mang?"

"Aahhh .. y-yes, b-right," Mang Dirman replied stutteringly. "Let it be for the issue of public trust, they themselves determine it. We cannot force. Just to encourage and encourage. That's it, Ki?"

"Yes, that's exactly what Mang Dirman said, Son Hanan. He-he-he."

Ben Hanan began to wonder, 'It seems, these elders are hiding something from me. They did not want to discuss Nyai Kasambi. Either because there was a feeling of fear or indeed they did not want me to know about the figure of that one old woman.'

Even before returning home, Ki Panca no longer mentions the figure of Nyai Kasambi.

"Thank you for Nak Hanan's visit to my house" Ki Panca said as he stood to take his guests out of the house. "I personally, very happy with the presence of Nak Hanan back in this village. Hope everything is good and good, son."

"Aamiinu. Thank you, Ki," Hanan replied. "But .. I also apologize, because only today can visit Aki."

"It's okay. I understand him a lot, really," Ki Panca said. "I also apologize, because Nak Hanan's arrival was so sudden. So, I did not have time to prepare a banquet for Nak Hanan and Mang Dirman. Understand that since I have lived alone, I rarely cook. He-he-he."

"Oh, it's okay, Ki. Precisely I was worried troublesome if Aki if you tell me first."

"He-he, it could be this Hanan kid. Just like the late Juragan Juanda. Good, friendly, and also likes to be suddenly if you want to visit."

"He-he, God willing, Ki, I also want to continue the trail of the deceased father's kindness."

"Aamiinu. God willing, Son Hanan can do it."

"Other time, our family also hoped Aki would visit home. God willing, if it was just plain water, we would always make it special for Aki."

"He-he-he, God willing .. God willing …."

"We're saying goodbye, Ki. Assalamu'alaikum," Hanan said before ascending to sado.

"Wa'alaikum Salaam."

"Come, Ki. We're going home."

"Yes, Mang Dirman. Be careful on the road."

"Yes, Ki."

Gradually sado began to leave the yard of Ki Panca's house, the Head of Sundaabar Village, accompanied by a wave of his second hand.

"We'll just go home, Den?" mang Dirman asked as soon as he had moved away from Ki Panca's residence.

"No, Mang. We go around to the houses. For a long time I have never visited in touch with them again," replied Hannan as well as relieve the heart of the old figure.

To be honest, in Mang Dirman's heart, he was very worried if his employer's son would invite to look back at the Juanda Juragan family plantation area, as had been done a few days before.

"Den Hanan Juanda's son?" ask one of the women as soon as they stop at a house.

"That's right, Mak," Hanan replied softly and kindly.

"Yes, Allah .. Adeennn, it was already this big. Subhanallah," said the resident praised. "It is very similar to Juragan Juanda when he was young. Dashing and handsome like this."

"Ah, this mother could have," Hanan replied as well as giving further news. "I now live in this village again, Mother."

"Oh, huh? Gratitude atuh. Alhamdulillahot. I'm glad to hear that, Den."

"Yes, Mom. God willing, I also want to serve in this village."

"What job, Den? So Mr Guus's company?" The old woman's voice was suddenly grim.

Hanan replied immediately, "No, Mom. I served at the Health Hall in this village. So doctor."

"Aren't you Mantri?"

"No, Mak. But the doctor."

"That's smarter than Mantri's syringe?"

"Aaahhh, that's how it is, Mommy" Hanan replied almost chuckling. "Later if Mom is sick, Mom just come to the Health Center. God willing, I will help you. So also with Mother's husband, Mother's children, Mother's grandchildren, or even Mother's neighbors. Everyone can come there. Yes, Mommy? How's it?"

The look on the old woman's face was still grim. "Ah, so far .. Mother and villagers here, prefer to ask for treatment in Nyai Kasambi, Den. Heals faster and also .. Nyai Kasambi it sakti, Den. All sorts of illnesses, he could always treat. Especially the pain caused by the demonic disorder."

Hanan smiled. "Yes, I believe," he said gently just want to appreciate and be reluctant to fight the assumption that has been imprinted in the eyes of the citizens. "But if the pain is not due to demonic interference or jinn, you can come to the Health Center or directly to my home as well. No need to go to …."

Mang Dirman helped continue Hanan's sentence which was deliberately broken, "No need to tire to go to Nyai Kasambi hut on the slopes of the hills above, Mak. Just come to the Hall, treated, done. Easy, right?"

"But what if Nyai Kasambi gets angry? I'm scared."

Typhoon Hanan returned, "Emak need not be afraid. Leave everything to the Gusti Allah. God willing, Mother will always be protected by Allah Subhanahu Wata'ala. Mommy believes that?"

The old woman looked down. "I believe, but also believe in Nyai Kasambi's devotion," he replied making Hanan and Mang Dirman shake their heads. "If it had been that time, Juragan Juanda would have been treated by Nyai Kasambi, maybe Juragan was still alive."

"Mom!" mang Dirman exclaimed in surprise, after being surprised by the speech of the residents.

"What's up, Mang?" tanya Hanan was astonished by Mang Dirman's attitude.

"Ah, no, Den. It's okay," replied the old man pretending to take his eyes off Hanan. But once the master's son was off guard, he again stared as sharply as before at the old woman.

"Sorry, Den. Excuse me for entering the house. I forgot to cook."

"Mak! Wait, Mom!" hanan called out. But the old woman did not care. He rushed into the house and closed the door immediately.

Mang Dirman quickly moved away from there. Go up to sado and be quiet. He knew, the old woman did not want to say any further after glaring at him.

"What's the matter, Mang?" hanan asked increasingly curious about the various attitudes that Mang Dirman had shown during his return home. Especially if the discussion that has led to his father, Juragan Juanda. "I'm more convinced, Mamang many hide something from me. Wh why? What's the reason, Mang?"

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