Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 22

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 22...

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The morning before Hanan and Mang Dirman went to the house of Ki Panca, Head of Kedawung Village, in the afternoon ….

"Ceu Odah," call Hanan in the kitchen. Four women there looked simultaneously; Ceu Odah, Ceu Ijah, Ceu Enok, and did not miss the figure of Flowers.

"Yes, Den. Can I help you?" asked Ceu Odah after approaching, followed by Bunga also did the same. "What's up, Aa?" 

"Ah, no, Neng-Ceu," the young man replied, throwing a smile at his lover. "I'm looking for Mang Dirman. You see him?"

Flowers glance for a moment at Ceu Odah. "I saw Mang Dirman was behind, Aa. As usual, have coffee. Yeah, right, Ceu?"

"True, Den," said Ceu Odah. "What's up, huh? Looks like Aden—"

"Ah, there's nothing" Hanan said, but his mind immediately guessed. 'Is Mang Dirman ahead there, huh? Probably look around ….'

"Let me help you find Mang Dirman, Aa." Flowers offer help.

"Ah, no need, Neng. Let me just look for. Besides, it seems like I already know where Mang Dirman is" Hanan said. "Eng and Ceu Odah, just get on with the job, okay?"

"Yes, Den" said Ceu Odah.

While Bunga himself was still standing looking at Hanan rushing to the back.

On top of the hall, there was a glass of black coffee that was still half left. While the figure sought out where. Then the young boy's eyes looked far ahead, towards the lush trees last night that had been suspected there was someone there.

"Where are you going, Aa?" tanya Flower suddenly appeared in the doorway. Hanan turned his head and replied, "I want to go there for a second, Neng." He pointed to the tree. "Just wait here, okay?"

The girl nodded slowly.

"Ac …."

"Yes? Anything else, you?"

"Home time, I want to go home first look around the house. Aa so, right, take me there?"

"O, yes. Of course, Neng. I remember, really," Hanan replied. "All of you, I also want to go around the village with Mang Dirman ba'da Dzuhur later."

"Round village?" 

"Yes, Neng," Hanan replied again. "In addition, want to greet also to Ki Panca. I haven't told him since my return yesterday."

"Ooohhh," said the flower of mangosteen-beard sign to understand the words of her lover.

"Just get ready first, we'll be home together, okay?"

"Yes, Aa," replied the Flower. "Certainly, where's Mom?"

Hanan replied before rushing away from his place, "There is in the living room. Just hang out with Mom there, okay? I'm looking for Mang Dirman for a minute."

"Yes, Aa."

Then Hanan stepped foot to the place where it was suspected that the figure of Mang Dirman was there. Because it was sought before to the stables, the old man was not found.

A few steps before arriving among the lush trees, smelled the distinctive aroma of tobacco. The smell was so pungent and Hanan memorized the owner.

Sure enough, under a tree, the figure of Mang Dirman seemed to be engrossed in enjoying his cigarette leaves. He turned his head and was surprised as soon as he saw the unexpected appearance of Hanan. Then hurriedly throw the remaining cigarettes that are still burning on the grass.

"Ah, Aden ..." he said aghastly.

Hanan smiled amusedly. "Why banished, Mang? 'Kan, honey, it's still a long cigarette."

"Th-no, Den. S-i …." Mang Dirman looks wrong. "Sorry, Den. I just ... just want to check things out here," he said immediately switching talks. "I-this .. with respect to the suspicious voices of last night."

"Continue the result?" hanan asked curiously, wanting to know what the figure had done in that place.

Mang Dirman snorted for a moment, then continued to answer, "I found nothing, Den. Except …." His old eyes were watching something.

"Except what, Mang?" asked Hanan while following the direction of Mang Dirman's vision. However, he did not know what exactly the old man meant. "They found something? A clue, maybe?"

Mang Dirman stepped up. Approaching a small tree. "This branch is broken and in a half-withered state" he concluded while taking a small branch fracture from a tree. "It hasn't been so long since it fell down and stooped here. Still can survive fresh in the morning dewdrops and cold natural conditions all night."

Hanan took the twig in question from Mang Dirman's hand, and also studied it for a while. "Commonsense too" he murmured, thinning his lips.

Then Mang Dirman stepped in circles. "These grasses .." he said, thinking hard. "Like a footrest." He crouched down, followed by Hanan. "Wearing .. ah, like footing footwear. But it doesn't seem like a shoe lars."

"It's like a former sandal, Mang," Hanan muttered. "Yes, it seems so, Den," said Mang Dirman agreed on the thoughts of his employer's son. 

Then the young man continued saying, 'Sandal? Hhmmm .. only among certain people who wear such kind of footwear.' He tapped his head with his index finger. 'Ordinary people, more often barefoot. While armed forces, usually wearing lars or boots. Were there any fighters here last night? Make what? After all, this village is not a war conflict area.'

"Dent …."

"Hmmm?"

Dirman stood up slowly. He wanted to say, but still seemed hesitant.

"What's up, Mang?" hanan asked while looking at the old man's face. 

'Ah, why is this head thinking about that one person, huh?' Wonder Mang Dirman alone. He did not dare to draw a conclusion. So I chose to be quiet for a while. 'As I recall, only he often wore that kind of sandal footwear. I don't know about the other people ….'

"What are you thinking?" ask Hanan curiously. "The mama suspects someone? Or maybe ... There are people who know who owns footprints like this?"

Mang Dirman shook his head. "Uummhhh, no, Den. Nothing," he replied choosing not to conclude too early. "It could have been someone else who got lost passing through this garden last night, Den."

Mang Dirman was silent. He didn't want to guess any further. "It could be an animal trail, Den. He-he," said the old man jokingly. 

"Yes, he means .. two-legged and two-handed creatures" Hanan's timpole matched. But that does not mean they are not serious about their conversation.

Finally Hanan and Mang Dirman rushed back home, as soon as the Flower shouted from a distance. "We eat first, Aa-Mamang!"

"The Princess Juragan called us, Den," said Mang Dirman. 

"O, yes .. later before we go to the house of the Head of Village, we deliver first Neng Bunga to his house, Mang."

"To his house? Will the flowers stay there again?"

"Ah, no. He just wants to look around his house, Mang. Later after touring the village, we return to pick up."

"Good, Den."

Then the two soon gathered with the Sumiarsih family, enjoyed breakfast, then prepared to deliver Bunga to his home.

"Take and Ijah, Neng. Let there be friends to help" said Sumiarsih worried if the flower should be left alone there. 

"No need, Mom. Leave it alone, "Reply Flowers. "In addition, Uwak Bunga will come today, really."

(Uwak : older sibling of biological parents)

"Ki Sendang Waruk?" asked Sumiarsih rather surprised.

"Well, come on, you?" Hanan asked in surprise.

Hanan felt the same way. The three of them threw one another a glance.

"Yes, Mother-Aa," replied the Flower slowly.

"Well, why aren't Mom and Hanan being told, huh?" Sumiarsih asked again. "It has been a long time since your Uwak no longer visited here, since his late father Hanan died first."

"Come, Ma. Maybe join the fighters. You yourself don't know right."

"Don't you fight too, Neng?" Hanan asked back.

"Yes, Aa. T-but ... j-do not until heard by Mr. Guus," whispered Flowers.

"Oh, sure-sure."

Sumiarsih took a deep breath. "Yes, already. Say hello to your Uwak. Say too, once in a while .. stop by here. Don't get pareumeun torch."

(Pareumeun torch: lost contact)

"God willing, Mom. Later Eneng said that Uwak came."

After shaking hands and hugging kisses with Sumiarsih, Bunga was immediately delivered by Hanan. With Mang Dirman who had been waiting in front of the house on his sado.

Not until it took a long time, the three of them had already arrived at their destination safely. Immediately greeted by an old man dressed in all black with a matching colored headband on the terrace of the House of Flowers.

"Geekk!"

"Bungaaa my son!"

Flowers rushed down from sado and immediately hunted the figure who was the elder brother of his father's side. The two hugged tightly with a sense of longing.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Wak," said Bunga while kissing Sendang Waruk's hand. "Where have you been all this time? He missed once on Uwak."

"Wa'alaikumussalaam, Neng," replied the man in black. "I'm sorry Uwak, son. Uwak can see you again now. How are you, honey?"

"Alhamdulillah, Wak. You're healthy, '" replied Bunga, then pointed at Hanan who could only stand glued. "This is Aa Hanan, Wak. Just a few days ago I came back from Jakarta."

"Yes, Neng, Uwak already knows, really."

"Assalamu'alaikum, Wak Ndang" Hanan said, addressing the old man's reverence.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam, Nak Hanan," said Sendang Waruk as he patted the young man's shoulder. "It's big now, son. It seems, you have also managed to become a person, dashing, and handsome. How are you?"

"Alhamdulillah, Wak. Hanan had finished Hanan's education as well."

"Alhamdulillah. Uwak was very happy to hear it, son," said Sendang Waruk, this time hugging Hanan tightly. "It's very similar to your late father."

Hanan smiled knot.

"When will you arrive, Wak? Why not tell me before? I also asked Uwak."

Flower Chips, "Yes, Wak. Hanan's mother sends greetings to Uwak."

"Wa'alaikumussalaam," Sendang Waruk replied with a smile. "The wak just got here. Hence today ask the Flower to come home for a while." Then the man turned to look at another figure who was standing right beside sado. "Mang Dirman ... How are you, Mang?"

"Alhamdulillah, Ki. Good news," replied Mang Dirman while greeting. "Suddenly Aki came to this village."

"Yes. It was also because I heard that Nak Hanan has returned to the village, so .. I also plan to return here first," Sendang Waruk said as he glanced at the only son of the late Juanda. "It's great to see you all in good health. Thank goodness."

"Come home, Wak" Hanan said. "The last time Uwak came was when Dad died, right? At that time, Hanan himself had not had time to come and Uwak hunted no."

Sendang Waruk nodded. "Yes, Son. Uwak also ... actually .. plan to visit your mother. There are some things that Uwak should talk about with Sumiarsih."

"About what, Wak?" ask Hanan curiously.

For a moment, Sendang Waruk looked at the young man, then said slowly, "Of course .. about you too, son."

Hanan glanced at Mang Dirman.

...SERIATE...