Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 28

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 28...

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"Acasino'aikum …"

Hanan and Mang Dirman exchanged greetings as soon as they arrived in front of the Bunga residence. The state of the house looks quiet and there are no signs of anyone in it.

"Sepi, Den," said Mang Dirman after touring around the area of the house.

"Where, huh? There's no way they're leaving this late afternoon" Hanan replied as he turned his gaze around the place. Seek out. Who knows, the two figures in their midst will appear from the other direction.

"We wait or just go home, Den?" asked Mang Dirman while holding his chest that still feels tight.

Hanan. He did not answer immediately, but thought first for some time. "We'll wait, Mang. If only they had left, who knows.... soon they would have come home."

Mang Dirman is just a mangosteen. Then look for a place to just sit while taking a deep breath. Instantly the pain returned.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!"

"Which?"

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Ahhhh …."

"Mang Dirman!'

It was almost as if the old figure had fallen to its knees if Hanan did not quickly hold it back. Then helped to sit Mang Dirman on the ground floor, leaning against the walls of the house.

"Nhhh …."

There was fresh blood coming out of Mang Dirman's mouth. Spit out along with the cough earlier.

"It looks like Mamang has a deep wound" Hanan said after helping Mang Dirman sit down. "Straighten her legs, Mang. Don't bend it."

"Aahhh .. This is just an ordinary wound, Den," said the old figure tired. "It will usually heal on its own in the next two or three days."

"Whatever the reason, Mamang's condition is indeed experiencing internal injuries," Hanan interrupted so worried about the state of Mang Dirman. Regretfully, he could not help at all because he did not bring medical equipment. "For a while, adjust your breathing well and do not move much. Let the blood flow smoothly."

Mang Dirman.

"What do you feel now?"

"Just pain, Den. Breathlessness. Uhuk! Uhuk! Ahhh …."

Hanan unbuttoned Mang Dirman's shirt on the chest. Examine it for a while while observing it closely. Looks like there's a blunt force punch in there. "The one who got hit?"

"Just a little, Den," the old man replied, grimacing. "I was a bit late in resisting Ki Praja's attack. His hand moved fast enough to hit my chest."

"That's because Mamang is old. No longer as agile as you used to be," chimpanzee Hanan. "Mamang should just avoid it. It's very dangerous to hit one of the vital parts like this chest."

Mang Dirman glanced at his master's son. "I didn't want to get into a fight with him either. But .. uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuukkk .. aaaarrgghhh!"

The old figure spewed fresh blood from his mouth.

"Yes, Allah .. Mamang!" pekik Hanan was shocked beyond measure.

As a doctor, it's probably not unusual to see blood like that. But what is feared is the health condition of Mang Dirman. There is not much to do, except hold the old man's shoulders and hope not until things happen that are not desirable.

"Lt!"

In those crucial moments, Bunga appeared with Ki Sendang Waruk.

"Nep?" Hanan.

"What's going on, Aa? What's up with Mang Dirman?" tanya Bunga-gopoh approached Hanan and Mang Dirman. "Yes, Allah ..." cried the girl in panic. "Uwaakkk, please Mang Dirman, Wak!"

Ki Sendang Waruk quickly approached.

"Keep away first you," the old man commanded but still looked gallant. He observed Mang Dirman's body for a moment. "It looks like Mang Dirman was hit with a blank hand."

Hanan's words helped answer, "Yes, that's right, Wak. Mang Dirman was involved in a fight with Ki Praja."

"the fight? What the hell is this really? Why did Mang Dirman get into a fight with Ki Praja?" the flowers are curious and curious.

"Ki Praja?" Ki Sendang Waruk also asked. "Ki Praja is the Dutch Meneer's horseman?"

Hanan was confused to answer the question of who first. Finally, only a mere beard without answering a word.

"Hhmmm," deham Ki Sendang Waruk after checking the condition of Mang Dirman's body. "Just hit by a regular blow and use outside power," he added, looking calm not like Hanan or Bunga.

"What do you mean, Wak? Mang Dirman hurt in a pretty seri—" said Hanan curious with the words Sendang Waruk who looks relaxed.

Tukas old man with long hair up to a boat and tied the batik head then, "Calm down, Doctor son. Let me try to handle it for a minute."

Hanan. He watched carefully what Ki Sendang Waruk did to Mang Dirman.

Initially Ki Sendang Waruk helped shift Mang Dirman's seat so as not to lean on the wall of the house. Then he took a position sitting cross-legged behind him, inhaling accompanied by a swing of both hands in front of the chest, closing his eyes to concentrate, and suddenly ….

"Gohops!"

Plaque!

"Hold your breath, Mang!" yang Ki Sendang Waruk gave the order and was immediately obeyed by Mang Dirman.

"Gohops!"

Mang Dirman felt the inside of his chest start to churn. It was warm at first, but a moment later it turned hot slowly, until finally ….

"Abuehhhh .. ooeeeekk!"

Suddenly Mang Dirman spewed fresh blood back. Quite a lot compared to before.

"Ooeekk! Ahhhh …."

Seeing that, Hanan intended to approach, but the hunt held Flowers. "Hold, Aa! Let Uwak treat Mang Dirman!"

"But Mang Dirman vomits dar—"

"Just entrust everything to Uwak, Aa!" flowers are back. "I'm sure Uwak can overcome Mang Dirman's injuries."

Hanan. He can only pay attention to the treatment method carried out by Ki Sendang Waruk against Mang Dirman who —in his opinion— feels quite awkward. For a health worker like him, it is very unreasonable and quite dangerous.

"Return your breath now, Mang," said Ki Sendang Waruk while doing a cross stroke movement on Mang Dirman's back. Then hold his breath for a moment, ending with a photo at some point the body of the Sumiarsih family coachman. "Pull breath through the nose.exhaust with the mouth, inhale .. exhale, exhale .. flue."

Mang Dirman did Ki Sendang Waruk's.

"Hhuuppp .. ahhhh! Hhuuppg .. Aaahhh!"

Then he closed his eyes for a moment.

"How are things now, Mang?" tanya Ki Sendang Waruk ended his treatment efforts. Mang Dirman replied, "Much better, Ki. Thank goodness."

"Alhamdulillah .. thank goodness."

Hanan approached. "Don't you feel good now?" tanyanya was amazed by the way of treatment by her father's brother Bunga earlier.

"Alhamdulillah, Den," Mang Dirman replied with a relieved smile. "This feeling of tightness and pain, is much lessened now."

"Maybe it will be faster to recover one to two days in the future" Ki Sendang Waruk said as he looked at Mang Dirman and Hanan. "Much rest."

Hanan turned his head and said, "Thank you, Wak. Thank you." Thank you."

The old man tied to the head of the batik cloth smiled widely. "The rest ... you handle yes, son," he said immediately embraced by Hanan. "Of course, Wak. Hanan will take care of Mang Dirman wholeheartedly," the young man replied as he offered a respectful prayer.

"Goodoo. He-he-he."

"We should just go inside, Wak," interrupted Flowers suddenly. "It's getting dark. Soon in Maghrib time."

Kimpal back Ki Sendang Waruk while rising up, "O, yes .. You two do not go home. We used to pray Maghrib here. So ... There's something I want to tell you, Hanan boy."

Hanan who was helping Mang Dirman up, turned to Ki Sendang Waruk, then turned to the figure of Bunga.

"Okay, Wak" replied the young man.

"And you Bunga ..." Ki Sendang Waruk said to his nephew, "prepare dinner for our guests. In the back, there is still the remains of the sweet potato that Uwak took from the back garden this afternoon."

"Well, Wak," said Bunga immediately rushed into the house.

"Ah, no need to bother, Wak. We also came here to pick up the Flower" Hanan said.

"Yes, Uwak knows," replied Ki Sendang Waruk. "At least while chatting later and eating boiled yams, so do not feel too bothered, really."

"He-he-he, thank you, Wak."

"But I'm sorry, it's just a boiled yam. Maybe it's not as delicious as the food in your house, son."

"Ah, not really, Wak. We also ate potluck together, really," Hanan replied. "Maklum, now .. plantation yields are not as much as they used to be. Even more days are decreasing. Especially with the dry season as it is today."

"Hhmmm" Deham Ki Sendang Waruk. "To be exact .. probably after the death of your late father, son. Spear Juanda."

"Hanan does not know exactly, Wak," said the young man, looking down deeply. "There are many things Hanan has not known since he was left to Jakarta a few years before. About Dad's death, the abandoned plantation, until Mang Dirman's problem with Ki Praja was."

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!" Mang Dirman coughed as he glanced towards Ki Sendang Waruk.

The old man bound in batik cloth on the head was smiling faintly. He said later, "Mang Dirman definitely is not ready to tell everything, right?"

"S-me .. s-me .. uhuk! Uhuk!"

"Come inside," asked Ki Sendang Waruk as he heard the sound of a bedug from a distance. "Time to pray Maghrib."

"Well, Wak."

"Yes, Ki. Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Ki Sendang Waruk patted Mang Dirman on the shoulder. "Calm down, Mang. I am not involved in any agreement with the family of the late Juragan Juanda. So, if I tell you about everything, I won't deny anything like what Mamang has been carrying all this time, right? He-he."

"Aahhh, it's up to Aki," Mang Dirman replied as he complied with Ki Sendang Waruk's invitation to enter the house, followed by Hanan while holding his body from behind. "Den Hanan has every right to know about his family, Ki. Moreover, Den Hanan is a boy, the only child of Juanda and Sumiarasih. Surely it has a great responsibility to look after the Female Scout, Den Hanan's mother."

"I understand, Mang," said Ki Sendang Waruk. "Because of that, as soon as I heard Nak Hanan had returned from Jakarta, I immediately took the time to return to this village. All right, see my kids, Bunga and Hanan." The old man's eyes winked at Hanan.

The young man blushed.

Then they rushed to the back of the house, where there was a shower coming from a small ditch with the same flow of water. It is enough to simply take ablution water for the four of them.

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