Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 27

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 27...

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Brak!

Mr. Guus kicked the table hard. Shocking the two people before him, Ki Praja and Gert, sat speechless with their heads lowered. His teeth until they crackled with anger accompanied by a flash of reddened eyes.

"Verdom! It's so embarrassing!" as a man of great height as he glared at the figure of Ki Praja. "How can anyone do such a stupid thing, Praja? Can't you think people? Thinking ... You people know it's thinking, heh?" His index thrust the old man's headstone violently. "What you guys did earlier, makes me feel really embarrassed en don't know what to say to my son Roos!"

(Damn it!)

"Pardon me for my stupidity, sir," Ki Praja said as he performed the prayer. "S-I'm really khilaf."

"The Khilaf? Wat is dat khilaf?" asked Master Guus in a loud tone.

"I mean .. forget, sir," replied Ki Praja while returning to worship. "That's absolutely not what I planned before. But when I saw the man (Word), suddenly I wanted to …."

Brak!

"Verdy!" snapped Mr. Guus —again-— surprising while pounding the table for the second time. "I don't want to hear you people have excuses, heh! The onzin!"

(Beshit!)

(Omong empty!)

"I'm sorry, honorable Mr. Guus."

Gert glanced at Ki Praja's lyrics. As a new person, he did not really understand what was behind the incident. Moreover, feeling like he had no problems, he only fell silent listening to Master Guus' anger.

"Git!"

"Ready, Master!" the young man stood up and saluted.

Mr. Guus pushed, approached Gert, and said slowly, "You make sure Roos is not around this room. I don't want it my son, come listen I'll talk to this guy Aki Praja. You got it, Gert?"

"Ready, Master!" sahut Gert's.

"Do now!" speak back to Mr. Guus slowly. "En call Dasimah to see me, heh!"

"Ready! Proceed, Sir!"

With a swift step, Gert walked out of Mr. Guus' office and closed the door.

Once thought to be safe, Mr. Guus approached Ki Praja's figure. The reddish-white man smiled as he watched the old man's face. "Hhmmm, it sucks you guys, Ki," he said as he mocked. "You people still haven't been able to fight that old man, huh? Ha-ha."

Ki Praja moaned. "Aahhh, forgive me, sir," he said grimacing in pain. "I tried to hurt that old bastard. B-but .. apparently his ability is still the same as before."

"Ha-ha-ha!" Master Guus' laughter grew louder. "Then ... how can you people take revenge, if your ability people are still losing far from him people, heh?"

Ki Praja frowning.

"One day, I will surely be able to do it, sir."

"Ha-ha-ha, but .. wel, I'm really happy. You people have made me have a special reason for a plan."

Ki Praja mendeham's. "Hhmmm, it's still like old times, sir?" tanyanya while rubbing her sore cheeks.

"Otherwise?" timpal Lord Guus accompanied his piety. "I think there's another way to get back to that female guy, after I feel like everything we're doing is still not going well."

"Are you sure this time it will work?" tanya Ki Praja was hesitant. "In fact, he was still adamant about surviving as before - before Master did." The old figure looked up slightly, glancing at Master Guus. "Moreover now, the young man is back with him, sir."

"Onzin! I don't care about that!" said Mr. Guus. "It is precisely because of that young man that I have other plans."

Ki Praja frowned.

"What is that, sir?"

Reply Mr. Guus, "Because he's a person—"

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Excuse me, Master!"

Someone is speaking behind the door.

"Aahhh .. wait a minute, Dasimah!" mister Guus exclaimed as soon as he recognized the owner of the voice outside. Then straight into his shirt pocket. "It's for you people on medication, Ki. I don't like to see that dried blood on your face people. Whatever, then have fun outside."

Ki Praja's face was spontaneously cheerful. Master Guus gave him a sack of money which was quite a lot. Seen from the magnitude clasped fully in the hands of men with reddish skin.

"Aahhh, the matter of treatment, it's a trivial thing, sir," Ki Praja said while smiling happily. "Hyai Kasambi was able to treat me easily. He-he."

"O, yes ..I also convey my message to that woman Nyai Kasambi," said Mr. Guus suddenly. "For a long time I no longer visited with that woman person after death …." The man glanced for a moment at the door of the room. Then continued whispering, ". Si Juanda."

"He-he-he." Ki Praja chuckles.

Imbuh Mr. Guus returned still in a soft voice, "Later, I have this plan, want to ask again for help that Nyai Kasambi people. But not in this near future."

"Later to say, Juragan. With pleasure," Ki Praja timpal said in the same tone of voice.

"He-he-he. You people must understand this I mean, right?'

"Of course, sir," the old figure replied in a chuckle. "This esteemed Master Guus, there's no need to worry. If for business as you want it, Nyai Kasambi is the expert."

"He-he-he." Mr. Guus the mangosteen. "Mooi! goeds! I love your work people, Ki!" the poet is happy. "En now .. You people go. Make sure Roos doesn't face me for now. Tell me, I'm busy with work. You guys understand me, Ki?"

Although still feeling the pain of being hit by Mang Dirman earlier, the old figure of Ki Praja chuckled while nodding. "I understand that, sir. Take it easy, whatever you're gonna do, I'll make sure Miss Roos won't know."

"Help .. goed! I like that!"

After arranging the prayer, Ki Praja quickly rushed out of the room. Behind the door he saw the figure of Dasimah standing waiting with a worried face.

Without saying anything, the old man only glanced for a moment while throwing a faint smile. As if he had understood, what would happen to the woman in her employer's office in a moment.

"Excuse me, sir," said Dasimah before crossing the open doorway.

Mr. Guus looked over.

"Aahhh, come in, Dasimah," the man asked behind his desk. "Close the door and lock the meeting."

"Well, sir," replied Dasimah obediently. Then enter slowly and close the door of Mr. Guus' office. After which, with a downcast face, the young lady approached. Right face to face in the former chair used by Ki Praja and Gert earlier. "I'm sorry, Mr. .. "he said so waiting for his employer has not yet spoken. "Master called me?"

Mr. Guus, who was counting the pieces of metal in the desk drawer, raised his head. Looked at Dasimah for a moment and smiled meaningfully.

"Aahhh, wait a minute, Dasimah. I'm preparing something for you people" the man said as he resumed his work. A few moments later, thrust a bag containing the fraction of money before Dasimah. "It's a gift for you people, Dasimah."

"What's that gift, sir?" ask the woman who is surprised.

The man chuckles.

"Of course a gift for you people, Dasimah," said Mr. Guus reaffirmed. "Because you people have managed to bring that young man to meet me at the estate through Roos."

Dasimah frowned, then revealed honestly, "S-I don't feel like taking Miss Roos to meet Den Hanan, sir. While wandering around earlier, coincidentally we just—"

"But at least, you people have given me news about the visit plan that young man met Ki Panca, heh? Ha-ha," Guus explained. "Come, Dasimah. I'm having fun today." The man began to rise from his seat. He walked up to Dasimah and stood directly behind the woman.

"Master ..." sighed Dasimah as soon as his waist started to touch Master Guus.

"My plan to bring the Praja together with that of the Dirman was finally done" whispered his father Roosje very close to Dasimah's ear. "They fight, even though the Praja is still quite tired of facing that old man."

"So ... the event on the plantation was already planned by Mr?" ask Dasimah in shock.

Master Guus chuckled. Then he answered slowly while smearing the woman's nape, "Of course, Dasimah." Then pulled Dasimah's body tightly back. "I have given orders to the Praja, if the Sumiarsih family coachman comes, make a small commotion there …."

"U-to a-what, T-lord?" asked Dasimah while pounding his pangs due to the treatment of his employer.

"He-he-he, I have big plans for the family, Dasimah," whispered Mr. Guus. This time, she turned the woman's waist to stand face to face. Not equal. Only limited to the chest, Dasimah can balance the height of Mr. Guus.

"What is the plan, sir?" tanya Dasimah while looking up. "Has not enough rejection of Juragan Sumiarsih since then you accept? At least, there was another woman who always wished that she could be Mr. Guus' life partner."

"Who? You're the guy, Dasimah?"

"Who else, sir?"

Master Guus smiled faintly. "You are too good for me, Dasimah," he whispered, raising his hand, and began to unbutton the kebaya piercing on the woman's chest. "One day, you people will definitely find someone better than me."

"J-don't, T-lord ..." elak Dasimah tried to pull the man's fingers out.

"Please give me what I want, Dasimah. I need you people."

Dasimah tried to refuse.

"T-no, T-lord. A-there's Miss Roos outside with Gert" the woman said with concern. "S-I'm afraid Miss Roos knows about what we've been doing, all this time."

The man smiled faintly.

"Take it easy, Dasimah," said Mr. Guus still forced to strip the kebaya Dasimah cloth. "Roos wouldn't have come to this room if I hadn't asked."

"But .. ah, j-don't, T-master," he pleaded. He immediately covered the part of his chest that was now open. Only left behind a rekannan and a winding of batik fabric longitudinal poleng cover the waist until the middle of the calf.

Master Guus chuckled. He released his check on Dasimah's shoulder. Then step closer to the table, open the drawer to pick up a whip-like object with a short rope tassel, about the size of half the length of a hand.

(Cattle: a kind of whip)

"J-don't, T-lord!" exclaimed Dasimah while retreating in fear.

"Stt …." Mr. Guus put an index finger on the lips. "Be quiet. Don't yell anything. The people outside will hear your voice."

"But .. j-don't hurt me, sir," said Dasimah. "Just do it if you want me. T-but ... j-do not accompany that one."

"Ssttt ... later you people will give me a much bigger gift, Dasimah."

"Th-no, Mister. J-jangan—"

Crep!

"Nhhh …." Dasimah sighed softly. Started to feel the pain that hit his thigh. "J-don't, T-lord!" He did not dare to shout loudly, because it was feared that his voice would penetrate to the outside of the room. In addition, the whip will be more painful if you dare to scream.

Crep!

"Aahhh .. s-sick, sir."

"Shut up, Dasimah!" exclaim Mr. Guus restrained. His face was increasingly fierce with the grunt of wild hunting. "The more you people beg to be pitied, the higher I want to satisfy a man! H-he!"

Many times he lay the whip earlier on to the body of Dasimah, interspersed with rough rips his fingers stripped the covering cloth until it completely detached all.

Crep! Crep! Crep!

When Dasimah looked helpless, Lord Guus approached. He grabbed, held up, and then laid the woman's body on his desk.

While chuckling, the big tall man began to open his belt and so on ....

...SERIATE...