Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 26

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 26...

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Upon Hanan and Mang Dirman's arrival at home, Sumiarsih greeted with a cry of surprise. "The Dirman! What's the matter? What's the matter?" ask the forty-year-old woman in panic. "W-what happened, Hanan? Why was Mang Dirman injured like this?"

Hanan who was carrying the sado rudder, hurriedly got up to the back bench and helped the old man figure down.

"Patience, Mom," Hanan's chimpanzee tried to calm her mother down. "Let Hanan check the Mang Dirman condition first."

He immediately led Mang Dirman into the house. Followed by Sumiarsih from behind with a face full of worry.

"You're okay, aren't you, son?" asked Sumiarsih as she fumbled all over her son's body. Hanan smiled and replied, "Alhamdulillah, ma'am. Hanan is fine, right. I saw it for myself, didn't I?"

"Oh .. thank goodness. Alhamdulillah .. yes, Allah," muttered again the woman after confirming the condition of her child's body. "B-but ... What happened exactly, son? Mang Dirman fell or—"

Quickly Hanan looked at Sumiarsih gently and held both of her mother's arms. "Later Hanan tell me yes, Mom. Now Hanan wants to check on Mang Dirman first. Just sit here and calm down. Hanan wants to take some warm water first, for a second, to the kitchen."

"Let me tell Ceu—"

"Stt …." Hanan put his index finger on his lips. "Let Hanan get it himself. The less you know, the calmer the atmosphere will be. How, Mom?"

"Yes, already. It's up to you, son," Sumiarsih said at last. "Mother help keep Mang Dirman here."

"That's better and don't have Mang Dirman talking for a while huh, Mom? Let Mang Dirman rest there," Hanan replied with a smile. "Hanan stayed, huh?"

Sumiarsih nodded slowly.

While Mang Dirman himself constantly moaned in pain while holding his chest. Ringis on the face occasionally adorned the look of the old man.

"What exactly happened, Mang?" asked Sumiarasih curious and forgot his son's message just now. "Did anyone hurt Mamang?"

"A-aahhh, t-nothing, Juragan," Mang Dirman replied stammeringly. "S-I just feel a little tight in the chest."

Sumiarsih. He noticed bruises and blue bruises on the face of the figure. Therefore, I firmly believe that it is not because of a fall. Someone must have committed a violent act against Mang Dirman, Hanan's mother thought.

"Aden wants to make coffee?" asked Ceu Ijah who was in the kitchen with his two friends, Ceu Odah and Ceu Enok, as soon as he saw Hanan was about to take hot water. "Let me take it easy, Den."

"Huusss ..." exclaimed Ceu Odah who was right next to Ceu Enok on Ceu Ijah, "Where ever Den Hanan drank coffee, Ceu Ijah. Den Hanan likes to drink warm, such as ginger wedang, bajigur, or rice kencur. Yeah, right, Den?" ask Ceu Odah to Hanan in a coquettish style.

Ceu Enok rubbed his own face with his palm. Then get closer and smell. Instantly the look on the woman's face frowned and felt nauseous. "Oookkkhh …."

"What's up, Ceu Enok?" hanan asked, looking at her for a moment. "His stomach pain is coming back, Ceu?"

"Non, Den Doctor. Sorry ..." replied Ceu Enok as he glanced towards Ceu Odah. "But …."

"Don't Ceu Enok get pregnant again?" said Ceu Odah while approaching and immediately Ceu Enok dodged. "Waduuhhh .. who wants to give the youngest brother. Hi-hi-hi."

"Who's pregnant, huh? My people are so old!" exclaimed Ceu Enok felt bad. "My face got spit Ceu Odah! That's why I'm so nauseous! Smell jigong, Ceu!"

"Ha-ha-ha!"

Ceu Ijah chuckled, while Ceu Odah himself scowled.

Hanan just smiled at the behavior of three women who always helped the work at home of his mother. He was ready with warm water that was accommodated into a small container.

"Well, ginger wedang kok brewed in that place, Den? There will be clean glasses" said Ceu Ijah.

"Ah, not for that. I just need a little bit, really," Hanan said hurriedly left the kitchen room to go back to meet Mang Dirman and Sumiarsih, his mother.

The three women simultaneously gawked.

"What's it doing, Ceu?" ask Ceu Ijah to Ceu Odah. Ceu Enok quickly shifted his seat, away from the figure beside him earlier.

Replied Ceu Odah after glancing at Ceu Enok, "To my knowledge, usually if the water is a container .. to compress or clean the wounds, Ceu."

"Where does Euceu know?" ask Ceu Enok from a distance.

Reply Ceu Odah, "It was the time of the Sickly Boy Scouts, Mr. Mantri often asked for the water. Exactly so. Make clean the blood splash from Juragan's vomit."

Spontaneous Ceu Ijah and Ceu Enok widened. "Continue ... Who is sick then?" ask the two simultaneously.

"Don't …." The three women simultaneously looked at each other with gaping mouths and large rounded eyes.

Bruk! Bruk! Bruk!

Ceu Odah, Ceu Enok, and Ceu Ijah ran from the kitchen.

"Yuragaann!"

Sumiarsih who was in the front room, turned his head. Followed by Hanan and Mang Dirman.

"Kok, the jury's not in the room?"

"Brought to the treatment hall maybe?"

"Loh, it's a Juragan!" exclaimed Ceu Enok while pointing to the front room. Spontaneous Ceu Ijah and Ceu Odah turned their heads quickly.

So the three women continued to run after Sumiarsih. "Yuragaann!" yell them together.

"Juragan, what happened to Juragan?"

"Juragan's sick?"

"Yes, Allah .. Don't be sick, Oaths! If Juragan's gone, who are we-we working for?"

Sumiarsih. Especially for Hanan.

"What's wrong with you, Euceu-Euceu?" asked his mother, Hanan was astonished. "My people are healthy like this."

"Goddessa …."

"Goddessa …."

"Uugghhh …." Mang Dirman even moaned in pain. "Connor …."

Hanan, who had been watching the three family workers, looked surprised. "Astaghfirullah .. forgive me, Mang. Well, how come I'm not concerned like this, huh? Sorry .. sorry .. sorry yes, Mang."

Apparently Hanan was mistaken. It should be in the cheek area, even Mang Dirman's eyes are chocolate-cocol.

"Silver, Den," the old man complained.

"Y-yeah, Mang. Sorry ..." said Hanan felt guilty, but tried to hold back the laughter.

After believing Sumiarsih in good health, the three female workers had changed to face Mang Dirman. Then asked Ceu Odah in astonishment, "Why mamang? What's going on?"

Typhoon Ceu Enok, "Yes, Mang. Why is his face so blue?"

"So the one who's sick is Mang Dirman? Not Juragan?" Ceu Ijah also asked.

"God!" exclaim Ceu Odah while looking and happened to face directly with Ceu Ijah.

"Nohhh …." Ceu Ijah held his breath, but stayed away too late. As a result, his face was exposed to a special splash of curry from the mouth of Ceu Odah.

"Absolutely speaking!" added Ceu Odah grumbled to the extent that his lips pursed pointed.

"Ssttt ... already ... already .. sudaahhh," lerai Sumiarsih while holding a laugh. "Euceu-Euceu's on the storm continues. Look, Mang Dirman to grimace so much pain."

"Are there with Mang Dirman, Juragan?" ask Ceu Odah curious. From earlier there was not a single answer he heard regarding the old figure of the man.

Sumiarsih replied, "I don't know yet. Hanan and Mang Dirman have not told me anything about it." She received a gesture of blinking her eyes from her son. "Later. Wait until Mang Dirman speaks. It's still being treated with Hanan, huh."

"Yes, Euceu-Euceu" Hanan added. "Better, now give Mang Dirman a little fresh air. Let it heal quickly. Yeah-no, Mang?"

"Uuuhhh .. uuuhhh," Mang Dirman replied in pain.

"Yes, already. Come on, let's go back to the kitchen," asked Ceu Ijah commanding his two friends. "We finish the job first, while waiting for the story from Mang Dirman."

"Yes, Ceu Ijah. Hayu atuh ah lamun kitu mah," timpal Ceu Enok followed by Ceu Odah.

(Come on, then, anyway.)

So the three female servants of the Sumiarsih family immediately turned to the kitchen. Hanan lives with his mother and Mang Dirman in the front room.

"Just so, Mom, do not let this incident be known by the three of them or also by the Bunga family" Hanan reminded. But a few pauses later, the young man exclaimed, "Flower? Astaghfirullah .. instead of this afternoon I have to pick up the Flowers again, Mang?"

"Uuhhh .. What to do, Den?" Balik asked Mang Dirman still with ringis adorning the look of his face. "There'll be money, Ki Sendang Waruk. Maybe the Flowers will all stay at his house?"

"I don't know, Mang," Hanan replied confusedly. "So when we left, the Flower was not with us."

Sumiarsih spoke up. He said, "Yes, already. You go there now, son. It was not too late afternoon. If indeed the Flower wants to live there first, yes already. You rush home again, huh?"

Hanan mangosteen, then turned to Mang Dirman. "How, Mang?" ask the old man. "Would you come or stay here to rest?"

"I'm going with Aden" replied Mang Dirman.

"Well, Mang Dirman is 'going—"

Tukas Mang Dirman on Sumiarasih's speech, "It's okay, Nurse. It's just a regular bruise." Then rise slowly assisted by Hanan. "In any case, I have to always look after Den Hanan, wherever and whenever. As I promised the late Boy Scout."

"Yes, Allah .. Mang Dirman," sighed Sumiarsih amazed. "But with Mamang conditions like this—"

"God willing, Nurse, I'm fine. God willing," said Mang Dirman with a bitter smile.

"But, Mang, it's true what Mother said just now," Hanan interrupted after rethinking. "Mamang should rest at home. Let me go to the Flower House myself. Besides, it's not too far from here, anyway."

But Mang Dirman insisted on coming along. The old man's chimpanzee, "No, Den. I will continue to accompany Aden. Whatever my condition is."

Hanan glanced at his mother.

Mang Dirman said, "Don't worry about me, Nurse-Aden. God willing, I am healthy and .. After all, there is a Doctor who is ready to supervise my health along the way. He-he. Uhuk! Uhuk! Ehem!"

The old man coughed. There was a salty taste accompanying his saliva in the mouth. He was sure it was blood. The deep wounds suffered from his fight earlier with Ki Praja. But deliberately hidden from Hanan, so that the young man did not feel worried.

"Yes, if that's what Mang Dirman wants, then" Hanan finally gave up. "We're leaving now."

"Good, Den."

"For the coachman, I'm in control huh, Mang?"

"Over With the Doctor. He-he. Uhuk! Uhuk! Ehhmm!"

"Are you sure you're okay?" hanan asked somewhat worriedly watching Mang Dirman coughed a few times.

"God willing, Den. I'm strong, really."

"Yes, already," Hanan replied, then said goodbye to her mother, Sumiarasih. "We're leaving first, ma'am."

"Yes, Son. Be careful on the road. Don't come too close to the evening, okay?" the woman's message was warning.

"Yes, ma'am" Hanan replied.

"We're leaving, Juragan."

"Be careful, Mang."

"Good, Juragan. Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuuk!"

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