Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 31

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 31...

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"Ki, the fire is ready!" said Mang Dirman thrashed from the direction of the back room. 

The flower that was pensive, spontaneously turned. "Fire? What's the fire doing?" he muttered to Sumiarsih. Hanan's mother replied, "Let's go. Maybe Uwakmu wants to burn the gusset."

"Guss?"

"Yes, Ning. It was a kind of talisman delivery that was successfully removed from the body of the husband's mother by Ki Endang earlier," replied Sumiarsih sounding soft.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim," the flower gasped. "So it's true, if the Boy Scouts are sick because …."

"Already, Neng. Don't mention it again. I feel sad to hear it." The old woman gave a long sigh. "Either what wrong did Father ever make, so that there are people who could do such cruelty to him."

"Mrs …." Flowers embrace her future mother-in-law. Hugging tightly accompanied by heartbreaking sobs. "Pass everything to Gusti Allah, ma'am. The male scout is a good man. Even very kind. Everyone knows him like that. But there is always someone who does not like the good that the Boy Scouts have done. They're just spiteful, Mom. Let the Gusti of God avenge him."

"Thank you, Neng. Pray always yes Mother's husband," said Sumiarsih sniffled sedan.

"God willing .. God willing ..., You always pray for him, also for the good of us all, Mom."

"Aamiin, New. Aamiin's."

The two sat next to each other, still in an endless sobbing, swept away in an atmosphere of pain.

Meanwhile Ki Sendang Waruk rushed outside the room after being told by Mang Dirman. With clenched hands, tightly grasping the strange package that was successfully removed from the body of Juanda, he chanted certain sentences accompanied by sharp eyes.

"Wait a minute, Juanda," said the man with the batik cloth head before leaving the room. "I'm going to destroy this shit. Be still considerate and remember only the Gusti of Allah."

Juragan Juanda nodded. "Thank you k-love, Endang," he said softly stammered, sitting leaning against the wall of the room covered with pillows lying on his back. "Please, come back as soon as possible. I want to talk to you, Endang."

"Hhmmm, okay. Just a moment," said Ki Sendang Waruk, then left Juragan Juanda in the room with the three female workers; Ceu Enok, Ceu Ijah, and Ceu Odah. They are busy making the bed.

Then the man with the face of sangar with long hair up to the boat, together Mang Dirman put a foreign object shaped like a pocong earlier into the fireplace.

"Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim ..." said Ki Sendang Waruk after previously reciting several other sentences. "Everything is from Allah and with the permission of Allah, so we return everything by calling Allah's asthma."

There was a sound of drags as soon as the object began to be put into the fire. An unpleasant smell immediately airs around the place, like the smell of burning hair mixed with frankincense. Not long after, sneering from a distance, howling dogs echoed gripping the pitch-black atmosphere of nature.

Long enough the burning process takes place. At first glance it is only a small package, but it almost takes a short time until it is completely destroyed in the fire.

"Allahuakbar ..." muttered Mang Dirman while rubbing the nape that suddenly felt bristling. "Laa hawlaa walaa quwwata Illaa billahil'aliyyil'adzim." He glanced at the figure at the side for a moment. Looks mediocre with a cold face. Fun to scrape the burning fireplace rods using a series of twigs.

Mang Dirman longed to say hello to tanya, but reluctant to be alone with a gripping atmosphere and stiff like that. Until a while later, the batik cloth head-bound old man made a sound.

"Mang …."

"Yes, Ki" said Mang Dirman immediately reacted.

"Which Dirman knows, what did your boss say during his illness, Mang?" ask Ki Sendang Waruk next.

Mang Dirman replied, "Not so much, Ki, I think. But I don't know about the Female Scout." The old man gulped for a moment to wet his dry throat. "Juragan Men only advised, do not let this incident be reported to Den Hanan, his son in Jakarta. Worrying about disrupting Den Hanan's education there."

"That's all?" Ki Sendang Waruk turned his head with a sharp look.

"Of course not, Ki. There's more" Mang Dirman said. "Since the saung incident on the plantation next to the wetan was on fire, slowly the health of the Boy Scout is declining."

"Saung's burning?" rekan Ki Sendang Waruk questioned the words of the coachman of his best friend's family. "Burning or burning, Mang?"

Mang Dirman thought for a moment, then replied, "Come on, Ki. Me or maybe the Male Spokesman hasn't believed in any other possibility either."

"Hhhhhhh."

"We have not been able to ascertain the cause of the Male Actor's illness because of the incident. But in fact, since then .. he fell sick and sick."

"Continue?"

"Then ... right at the beginning of last night, the condition of the Juragan getting worse," said Mang Dirman sounding soft. "Even since that afternoon, vomiting blood until just before .. Ki Endang arrived here."

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim," whispered Ki Sendang Waruk while looking down deeply. "It is very hard for the dodoja to be accepted by Juanda."

"I meant to call Mr. Mantri who used to treat the Juragan and also the people here, but .. Alhamdulillahnya ... instead met with Aki in the middle of the journey."

"Yes, I understand that," said Ki Sendang Waruk concerned. "I myself deeply regret, why not from the very beginning this news reached me?" He looked towards the darkness ahead. "Someone had informed me and I set off that very second. But ... The dutch-Dutch fucker is now narrowing the wiggle room of the fighters to get down to the outskirts of the big city."

Mang Dirman glanced at him and asked, "Lantas what about Mr. Guus's whereabouts in this region, Ki?"

"Master Guus? Who is Lord Guus?" tanya Ki Sendang Waruk.

"He's the one who replaced Mr. Hansen, Ki," Mang Dirman replied in a slow voice. "It hasn't been so long that he's been assigned to this region."

"I think Mr Hansen is still governing here? Since when did that happen?"

"Not more than this two months if I'm not mistaken, Ki."

"There have been many changes since Mr. Guus came to power here, Ki."

"Mr Guus?" The man's forehead tied to the head of the batik cloth was furrowed violently. "Beforever .. I think I've heard the name mentioned by Juanda first." He thought for a moment. "Guus .. Guus …."

"Mr Guus Van Der Kruk."

"Well, that!" ki Sendang Waruk said while flicking his fingers. "Guus Van Der Kruk! But ... is he the same person that Juanda meant to be, huh?"

"What is the relationship between the Boy Scout and Mr. Guus, Ki?" The curiousity of Mang Dirman.

Ki Sendang Waruk. "Ah, not very important, Mang. After all, that time was only a small outpouring of Juanda when he was young first. Long before finally getting married to Sumiarsih."

"Oohhh." Mang Dirman mangosteen. 

"It was Mr. Guus who Mamang meant .. was the person Juanda had told him about. But it could not, it could be."

Mang Dirman nodded back. Then repeat the words he said before. "Keep ... How about Mr. Guus's whereabouts in this region, Ki?"

Ki Sendang Waruk replied, "He .. Mr. Guus or Mr. Hansen, just a regular official assigned by the central government to govern the wheels of government in this region. Not directly dealing with the fighters and fighting the people. So its existence is not so dangerous to the movement of the fighters, but it should always be watched out. Because he was an extension of the colonial government. If indeed his presence helps just as Mr. Hansen did, we need not interfere with the authority of his duties."

Back Mang Dirman mangosteen, although his heart still could not accept the explanation from Ki Sendang Waruk. For the coachman of the Juanda Juragan family, whatever is related to the Dutch name, they are real enemies who must be expelled from this land.

"There's one more thing I want to ask, Ki."

"Well, what else, Mang?" ask Ki Sendang Waruk while scraping the embers that scorch the object in the form of a pocong-like package earlier.

"Are our assumptions the same, Ki? Related to the man tyrannizing the Boy Scout?"

The flower glanced for a moment. "Who do you suspect, Mang?" ask her back with a narrowed eyelid.

"Yaaa .. I myself am still not so sure, Ki, because it is still in mere estimation," said Mang Dirman while looking around the atmosphere is increasingly quiet. "Even the evidence, we have absolutely no. But .. Our guess often leads to someone."

"someone? Who?"

Mang Dirman approached and whispered, "Is Aki also suspicious ... Nyai Kasambi?"

"Hey Kasambi?" Ki Sendang Waruk thought for a long time. "I don't want to just accuse someone, without clear evidence, Mang. Because it can fall into the law of slander."

"Lantas, if not him .. Who does Aki suspect to have done such a heinous act to our Master, Ki?"

Benak Ki Sendang Waruk is stirring now. 'Hyai Kasambi .. ah, it is impossible for the woman to do evil to Juanda. Although now he is known to have expertise in medicine, is it .. Nyai Kasambi also able to use Juanda? As I recall, he used to love Juanda so much. I know exactly who he is. Beautiful and humble woman, always reaching out lovingly to those who need her help.'

'But ... my mind was fixed on the figure ….'

"Nrank …."

Suddenly a flower appeared from the kitchen doorway. He exclaimed frantically calling Ki Sendang Waruk.

"What's up, Neng? What's up?"

The girl pointed inwardly with such a big bias of worry. 

"Juragan, Wak! Juragan ..." said Flowers stammering. "Male in the room …."

Without waiting until his nephew finished talking, Ki Sendang Waruk with Mang Dirman quickly rushed into the house. They suspected that something had happened to Juragan Juanda.

"Ki Endang .. tolooonnggg!" yelled Sumiarsih from inside the room.

"Astaghfirullahal'adziim!"

...SERIATE...

Word Description :

Wetan : East.

Saung: Rest hut (usually without a protective wall and left open).

Dodoja: test/trial of life.