Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 21

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 21...

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Mang Dirman. He did not dare to look or look at the face of his master's son. "Sorry, Den. Forgive me," said the old man in a soft and choked voice. "I just don't want to, Aden is saddened by the stories about the late male Juragan. Enough of the incident—"

"No, Mang," Hanan said increasingly convinced that something was deliberately hidden by Mang Dirman. "It's not just once, it's been many times. Mamang always tried to cut, divert, even prevent others from talking about my late father."

"I'm sorry, Den."

The young man did not immediately go up on the sado, but stood looking while looking at the old woman's house.

"Other people, probably only heard a handful of tidings. But I am sure, Mother, Mamang, or also Neng Bunga, much more know the truth," Hanan added. "I am the only son in my family, is it wrong to want to know the truth about his own father? What's up with this? Why does everyone suddenly want to cover up something that is already my right?"

Mang Dirman is back from sado. He immediately approached, then hugged Hanan affectionately. "I'm sorry, Den. Please don't judge us that bad. We love Aden so much."

"We? What do you mean by the word 'we', Mang?" He did not respond at all to Mang Dirman's embrace. Letting it be like a lump of ice cubes embedded in the rocks.

Mang Dirman replied with a sedu sedu, "Women Juragan, Neng Bunga, me, and all those who love Aden, do not want to happen things that we do not want. We are worried that something will happen to Den Hanan, as the late male Juragan had experienced."

Hanan's eyelids began to run down the river. Clear spots slowly flowed down his face. "Honestly, Mang. Tell me, what's up?"

"By Allah, we will never be pleased until something bad happens to Aden. I swear, it's better to lay down my life for Aden, than Aden to be hurt by anyone!"

"Maanggg ..." exclaimed Hanan while returning the old figure's embrace tighter. "It will be even more painful for me, if Mamang continues to harbor that honesty, Mang. All my years, I will be very disappointed in Mamang."

Suddenly Mang Dirman let go of his embrace. "Yes, God! A-aden hates me?" tanyanya. "D-don't, Den, jangaannn!" He even kissed Hanan's arm a few times because he loved the young man. "M-mari .. we start talking about everything. I promise, I'll answer whatever Aden asks."

"Is that true, Mang?" Hanan was very happy. She wiped her tears and asked back, "When? Over where? Come on, let's talk more."

"But not here of course, Den," pinta Mang Dirman.

"O, yes .. sure! Sure was! D-where? A-ayo, we're going home now, Mang!"

"On one condition …."

"What's the other condition, Mang?"

"Whatever Aden will do related to my stories later, I must know and always accompany Aden."

"Aahhh, is that all?"

"of course. For a while, that was all. Either for the time ahead, it might add up."

Hanan smiled as if. "Alright," he answered. "I'll make sure of that. Means from now on, Mamang also should not be far from me. Isn't she?"

Mang Dirman replied that Hanan could not help but laugh, "Excluding sleeping in the room again with Aden."

The young man chuckled for a moment to the point of having to wipe his tears back.

"b-good. S-i agree!"

So happy, re-embraced the old body until experiencing tightness.

"Already, Den. Untie me. Release me!"

Hanan released a hug. "We're going home now, Mang?" tanyanya enthusiastic and immediately embraced the old figure.

Then the two immediately went up to sado. Died that place with a cheerful heart. While another figure behind the window curtain of the house in that place, also felt the happiness of the presence of a figure who has often been missed.

'Yes, Allah .. may Den Hanan be able to restore the peace of this village as it once was ..' he said softly in his heart. 'As Juragan Juanda and Mr. Hansen did. Aamiin yaa rabbal'alamiin.'

Just a few hundred meters sado drove, in the middle of the journey the two men were forced to stop back. A young woman waved her hand.

"Hi, Hanan! Stop that!"

Mang Dirman pulled the reins and the horse stopped the step. "Nona Roos, Den" whispered the old man with a facial aura like he did not like their meeting. 'Ah, what did that Dutch Noni do? Why is he in the area?' mumbled wondering.

"I'll be down for a while, Mang," said Hanan, then immediately down sado and approached the female figure who is Roosje with Dasimah.

"Good day, Miss Roos" said the young man.

"Aaahhh, good afternoon too, Hanan," Roosje replied with a faint smile and twinkling eyes. "Wel, it's so nice that I can meet you people here, Hanan. It turns out you people still remember me."

"of course. Who does not know Miss Roos in this village," Hanan said, then his eyes glanced for a moment at the figure beside Roosje. " … And this …."

"O, yes .. This is Dasimah. The working man in my house," Roosje said, introduced the woman who accompanied him around the village.

"Aspirated? What does that mean?" Hanan looked at Dasimah as if he was still hesitant.

Dasimah nodded slowly while looking down. He occasionally glanced at Hanan.

Dasimah nodded again, but did not dare to speak because he had not received permission from Roosje.

"Asyaa Allah, we have not met for a long time, Neng," Hanan said again amazed to see the figure of his friends once, now met in a state of being both adults. "How are Mom and Dad? I suddenly thought of those who used to—"

"The two of you already know each other apparently," Roosje said with a wry look at Hanan talking to Dasimah.

The man nodded. "Yes, that's right, Miss Roos. We are game friends. Previously ... both parents Ning Imah—"

"Aahhh, of course there are so many memories that you two have, huh?" Roosje again interrupted Hanan's speech. Clearly, Master Guus' daughter was uncomfortable with the man's conversation with her maid. "Zo, I also feel very happy, it turns out you two have been friends before."

"Yes, Miss Roos," Hanan replied unceasingly looking at Dasimah who was always bowing deeply.

"So far, where are you from, Hanan?" tanya Roosje tried to turn the eyes of the man to Dasimah.

"I just got home from—"

"Silaturahim? Wat betekent - het?" Alis Roosje.

(What does that mean?)

"Oh, I mean .. had been to his house the Head of Arrangement," Hanan replied as he bowed slightly and pointed in the direction in question using his thumb.

"Aki Panca?"

"really so. Surely Miss Roos knows him, doesn't she?"

Answer Roosje, "Ja, precies." His blue eyes could not help but look at Hanan's face full of admiration. "What are you guys doing with Ki Panca, Hanan?"

(Yes, of course.)

Hanan turned his head first towards Mang Dirman who was standing beside sado. Then he replied, "Ah, just a regular guest, Miss, while the friendship between fellow old citizens of this Sundajar Village."

"Oh, so?" Roosje. "Then now, waar ga je naar toe?"

(Where are you going?)

"We are going home, Miss," Hanan replied as she glanced back at Mang Dirman. "It just so happens that day is already noon—"

"Aahhh, why should we rush, Hanan," Roosje said. Again did not give the opportunity for the man to finish his words. "At least, you people must still have a lot of time to travel around this village. Moreover, me and Dasimah had just gone out for a walk. Isn't that right, Dasimah?" tanyanya turned her head to the side and was immediately embraced by Dasimah without daring to raise her face. "Aahhh, you see for yourself, don't you think Dasimah answered?"

"Uummm, I mean Miss …." Hanan began to suspect that the Dutch woman was trying to ask him for help. It may be a ride or ….

"Can you take me for a walk back, Hanan?" tanya Roosje finally, as well as confirming what Hanan had just expected. "En my leg was still a little bit sore after falling from the horse yesterday" he said again giving an excuse.

"Uummhhh, how is it? You see we—"

"You guys definitely wouldn't mind helping me out, would you, Hanan?" tanya Roosje kian.

Hanan looked at Mang Dirman. Of course the old figure could not give any response or reaction, as Roosje's eyes immediately sharpened him.

"Alright, Miss," Hanan said at last and thought that Roosje had only asked to be driven home as before. "Then, come with us."

"Aaahhh, you're a very good man, Hanan," said Roosje, feeling very pleased, because his efforts were fruitful. "I think you're a good person, Hanan. It's already seen from the way you people talk."

"Thank you, Miss Roos," Hanan replied as she invited Roosje and Dasimah to the sado. Mang Dirman himself had first prepared on the coachman bench with a flat face look.

As he was about to board and intended to sit next to Mang Dirman, Roosje hurriedly exclaimed. Ask Hanan to come sit with them in the back.

"Let me be with Mang Dirman alone, Miss. It's not polite that I'm—"

"Sit here, Hanan," pinta Roosje insisted. "It would be no more polite if you people turned their backs on us both. Is it true what I'm saying, Dasimah?"

Dasimah returned. "That's right, Miss Roos," he replied, glancing at Hanan's confused figure.

"Well, you people heard for yourself what this Dasimah man answered, didn't you?" timpal Roosje was pleased with the reply from his maid.

Hanan looked at Mang Dirman as if he was going to ask for help to decide the choice and again the reaction given by the old man was in line with the answer spoken by Dasimah earlier.

"Just follow, Den," said Mang Dirman slowly and accompanied by a similar facial look as before. Flat. "Let me be in control of the horse."

Inevitably, Hanan finally relented. He complied with Roosje's request and sat face to face with the two women.

'Ah, how handsome this man is, ' Roosje murmured in the heart. 'The attitude that has. In the end, today I was able to meet again and meet face to face with Hanan.'

While Dasimah himself still behaved as before, silent and down if not asked by his employer's son, Roosje.

"We went straight to Miss Roos' house, Mang," Hanan said as soon as the sado wheel started moving.

"Ah, no," Roosje hurriedly said. "Please take me to Papa's plantation first, later after that .. then take me home."

Mang Dirman was surprised. To the extent that he turned his head for a moment staring fixedly at Hanan.

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