Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 23

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 23...

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Sado drove up the steep streets. Occasionally Mang Dirman must be alert to control the steps of the horse that staggered and looked tired. Hanan, Roosje, and Dasimah had to hold firmly on the bench bars so as not to be pushed forward.

"We'll just get down here!" roosje exclaimed suddenly, as soon as he found another sado parked in front. "That's Ki Praja waiting for the horses."

"Hupp! Hihhhhhh!"

Mang Dirman immediately pulled the reins for the horse to stop the move.

"Here, Miss?" hanan asked as the sado wheel had completely stopped turning.

"Ja, just here, Hanan," Roosje replied as she threw a smile at the young man. "Come, come with me down. You guys meet Papa."

Hanan glanced towards Mang Dirman. The old figure responded with a slow coil — which of course— without the knowledge of Roosje or Dasimah.

"Uummhhh, I'm sorry, miss. Thank you for the offer, but we have to go back— soon"

"Ah, just for a second, Hanan," Roosje's pinta whined a little. "I want you people to meet Papa again. It's related to you people too, Hanan."

"Regard me?" Hanan asked and began to grow curious. "What is Miss going to talk to Mr. Guus about me?"

Back Roosje threw a sweet smile. "Everything, you people come with me. People will hear it for themselves. Kom op, volg me nu gewoon," he said half forcefully.

(Come on, just follow me now)

Hanan turned back to Mang Dirman. "How is this, Mang?" tanyanya's confused.

The old figure shrugged, then replied, "As for Aden."

"Ah, Mamang this," Hanan grumbled dissatisfied with the answer given by Mang Dirman. "This afternoon we also have to pick up the Flowers, right, Mang?"

Mang Dirman hesitated to answer again and it was first struck by Roosje. "flower? Who is a Flower?" asked Mr. Guus's only daughter with narrowed eyes. "A woman is that?"

Hanan smiled faintly. "Yes, Miss. One of his playmates with Neng Imah also used to be," he replied as he threw a gaze at Dasimah.

Roosje turned to the figure beside him. Then look back at Hanan —masih— with eyes narrowing Taham "Oh, a lot of apparently you are friends with those women, Hanan? Must be pretty, huh? Wel, don't really feel my wonder." The girl's voice suddenly turned sour.

"Just playmates when we were kids, miss," Hanan said deliberately covering up her relationship with Bunga dari Roosje. As a man, he felt the Dutch Noni didn't seem to like it very much.

"Wel, it's up to you guys" Roosje said at last. "But .. You people should come with me to see Papa now, Hanan. Wanna, right? En you people, Dasimah, wait here until I get back."

"Alright, Miss Roos," said Dasimah obediently.

Hanan himself was still confused as to what to answer. While Mang Dirman himself had given up completely on him earlier. Until finally the youngster berbaitan, forced.

"A moment, Mang," Hanan said before following Roosje's steps to meet Mr. Guus. "Wait here until I get back."

"Well, Den," Mang Dirman replied as he watched the old figure that was in front, not how far from their existence at that time.

Hanan and Roosje immediately descended a small path to the plantation and rice fields managed by Mr. Guus. It looks lush green even though it is being hit by the dry season. Unlike other land conditions, such as those owned by the Sumiarsih family, dry and barren are not managed.

After the death of the two young people, Ki Praja who had seen their arrival, finally came down from sado and approached Mang Dirman.

"At last we meet again, Dirman," said the old man accompanied by a hostile grin. "For a long time we have not greeted each other, since I decided to leave your employer's house. How you doing, Dirman?"

Mang Dirman threw his gaze in the other direction. The look on his face was suddenly sour as Ki Praja's figure began to approach earlier. "You better stay on top of your sadomu, Praja. There's no point in coming up here and talking to me."

Sounding thickened pangs of the figure earlier. "Aahhh, apparently you are still angry and hold that grudge on me, Dirman. Obviously, that's not good, is it?" ki Praja said as if to digress back the past between the two of them. "Heh, Dasimah!" his jolt to the woman who was still standing pegged beside the sado Mang Dirman. "Why don't you look around for other activities, other than eavesdropping on our chat?"

"I'm sorry, Ki," said Dasimah in fear. "I was ordered by Miss Roos to wait here. I'm sorry."

"Aahhh, fuck that excuse of yours! Get out of here and find a new assignment somewhere else!"

"B-well, Ki," Dasimah replied increasingly frightened and hurried away from the place. 'Wawat! It's very dangerous!' muttered this woman. 'It looks like it will break out again between Ki Praja and Mang Dirman as it used to be. I should keep an eye on both of them and report to Miss Roos if that happens.'

Ki Praja is getting closer with his relentless piety.

"Please, Praja," said Mang Dirman. "I was dropping off my employer's son. Don't let Den Hanan know about our problems then and now."

Ki Praja poked like she was mocking. "Why, Dirman? You're afraid she also knows all about the problems her family has gone through? Hi-hi-hi," he said as he scooped. "What a pity on you, Dirman. All those years of your life have only been the lackey of that family. In fact, you yourself are willing not to marry again just for the sake of wishing the widow's old woman, right?"

"Shut your mouth, Praja! It is not proper for you to say that there is no truth at all!" Dirman is trying to be patient. "From the beginning you always threw me vile slander. Are you still not satisfied either, huh?"

Mang Dirman snorted annoyed.

"Come on, Dirman," said Ki Praja back. "Why should we survive like we do now? Look at me, whatever I want, Mr. Guus always gives it, Dirman. So, what can you get from the Juanda family? The sumiarsih? Ha-ha-ha. So naive of you. Where could the woman be interested in—"

"Be quiet, Praja!" snapped Mang Dirman gasping with anger. "I never expected anything! Not like you who are willing to sell your pride to be a traitor and a Dutch lackey! Now ask yourself, who's really a loser among us?"

Ki Praja laughed out loud while patting Mang Dirman on the shoulder and was immediately annoyed.

"What difference? What's the difference, Dirman? Hi-hi-hi," said Ki Praja getting annoying. "Being a fighter, fighting the Dutch, just want to be free to eat. Being a traitor, it was also to earn a living. Where is my fault? Than you, just be an immortal lackey and never get anything. Numpang lives in the house of a widow for reasons of return. Ha-ha-ha!"

"Enough, Praja! I don't want to serve you!" Mang Dirman intended to dodge by going from there. But his anger immediately bubbled, when he heard the last words of his opponent figure.

"Don't you deliberately kill Juanda in hopes of getting Sumiarsih's heart, Dirman? Hi-hi-hi!"

"Stop, Praja! Enough's enough!" snapped Mang Dirman was already unable to control his emotions. He turned around, attacking Ki Praja with a few punches combined together with a foot swing.

Wuushh!

"Hiaatt!"

Mang Dirman twisted the body once, then raised his legs straight up targeting the head of Ki Praja.

Prak!

Two forces clashed in the air.

"Gohops!"

Ki Praja managed to hold off Mang Dirman's leg with a handkerchief. Throw it to the side, then back to target the stomach of the opponent using a fist. So fast and almost hit the target if the Sumiarsih family sado coachman did not immediately pull back.

"Hap!"

Mang Dirman's legs until dragged by a few fingers, resisting the speed of his body that dodged quickly earlier. Causing a puff of dry dust to cover the surrounding area.

"Hhmmm, you really want to hurt me, Dirman? Hi-hi-hi's chat. It's not that easy, you stupid fuck!" taunted Ki Praja while moving the used wrist movements resisted the attack earlier. There was a sense of pain that jolted so hard against Mang Dirman's shins. Like a big electric power.

"Why, Praja? Still want to cover up your weakness, hhmm?" Back to replying Mang Dirman. "You ran away in a storm when I failed your attempt to deceive her mother Bunga. You remember that, Praja?"

"Fuckers!" aspat Ki Praja. "You think I'm that weak now? No, Dirman! I've been waiting for a time like this for so long!"

Mang Dirman smiled faintly. The corner of his eye caught a ringing pain adorning Ki Praja's black lips. "Prove it, Praja. There is no need to froth the word to hide your shame!" he said it as challenging.

Evidently, now the breath of the opponent increasingly tightened. Starting with a loose cry, Ki Praja unsheathed a new attack through the fingertips of the fingers, hardened like rock.

"Hiyaatt!"

Mang Dirman was getting ready to put up the horses. Raise the left foot forward, while the right foot props backward. Then concentrate half the energy on the hand until it vibrates.

"Aasshhhhh!"

His lips tapered, issued a hot hiss to splash steam, billowing fiercely burning hot sun by late afternoon.

Meanwhile, the hiding Dasimah was watching behind the weeds, panting in fear himself while covering his mouth with his hands.

'Danger! It's dangerous!' she screamed at the woman in her twenties in her heart. 'Ki Praja and Mang Dirman really intend to hurt each other! This can't be allowed! I must immediately inform Mr. Guus and .. Kang Hanan .. eh, Hanan?' Suddenly he was stunned to mention the name of a man his age. Then immediately stroked the chest with tight eyes.

"Kang Hanaaannn ..." his sigh momentarily involuntarily. 'Ah, crazy! Why would I even imagine that man?!' rutuk Dasimah curses himself. 'The feeling I had long ago is now back. Hoping that one day Kang Hanan would drop her heart on me, but why would it be the Flower she chose? This is really unfair! It's so excruciating!'

"Hiaathtt!"

The screams returned and resuscitated Dasimah.

The truck!

Tracks!

Two fierce clashing forces adorned the hot air. Dasimah doesn't want to see it. Too horrible. That must be the shin dispute of the two old men there, the woman thought. Then hurriedly got up, running towards Hanan and Roosje had disappeared.

"Hiaatt!"

The truck!

"Amkkhh!"

A scream of pain soon followed after the old meat clashed against each other violently.

...SERIATE...