Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 33

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 33...

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"Allahuacbar!" peekik Ceu Ijah also wide open big eyelids. The appearance of Mang Dirman's own clothes in conditions that are not much different. Full of fresh blood spots and gives rise to a pungent fishy aroma. "A-pa what happened to Mang Dirman?"

"Where's Endang?" asked Ceu Enok was still in great shock. 

Slowly the old man spread the leaves of the door of the room with a bitter face. At that instant, it was clear how the real conditions were in there. The two women reflexively suffocated in fear with pale biases adorning their faces. Juragan Juanda stiffened over the bed covered in blood. His mouth opened with bulging eyeballs almost poking out. While Ki Sendang Waruk himself was sitting leaning against the wall while breathing heavily.

Ceu Enok retreated slowly with trembling legs. Even almost fell down, not the power to hold back to support the legs. All the energy that is almost weakened accompanied by a strong heartbeat. "N-nng B-flowers ..." call her slowly. "N-frank …." He wanted to scream, but his voice could not come out completely.

"W-What's up, Ceu?" ask Flowers as soon as Ceu Enok reappears with a paled look. The rest of his own shock still struck after the flash of light and thunderous sound earlier.

Ceu Enok pointed towards the room. Although his mouth was open, but this time no longer the power to make a sound. It even fell glaringly on the wooden floor of the tapestry before actually approaching the figure of the girl.

"Yes, Allah .. Ceu Enok! W-what is this really?" tanya Bunga was full of confusion while hunting Ceu Enok. "W-what happened?" The one asked shook his head. The girl was getting more agitated, then turned to Sumiarsih who was lying unconscious on the long chair. The last changed to look at Ceu Odah who was both still wracked with shock and fear. "E-euceu please take care of Mom, huh? I-I want to call Uwak."

"I-iya, Neng," said Ceu Odah slowly. "Yes, Allah .. what test is this being lived by our Juragan family, Gusti." He saw the figure of Sumiarsih in front of him with a bitter look. There were no tears running down the river on the cheeks.

Trudging, Bunga rose after rubbing the arm of Ceu Enok who was still silent with a blank look. While holding her waist, the girl swung a step towards her master's room.

"Mang Dir …." The sentence of the lips of the Flower was cut off, as soon as he saw the entire room of the bed that turned red. Mang Dirman himself was still glued to the doorway. "M-maaanngg .. w-what happened?" his tanya stammered weakly. Then try to step back inside to approach Ki Sendang Waruk. "U-isoakk …."

The man tied to the head of the batik cloth raised his head. Pilu looked at his nephew who came over with a staggering step.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim," hiss Flowers were not able to look around the place. He did not understand exactly what had happened before there. Just a moment to look at the figure of Juragan Juanda with a look of horror, then immediately switched to his uwaknya, Ki Sendang Waruk.

"Neg …." The old man raised his hand, asking the Flower to come closer immediately. "Where is your woman's strut?" her tanned softly as soon as the girl crouched down beside her.

Flowers look at the face and clothes of Ki Sendang Waruk. Full of disgusting red stains. "W-What's this, Wak?" he asked without answering the uvaknya question earlier, because it was crowded between confusion, fear, and nausea into one. "Juragan—"

"Don't look, Neng!" ki Sendang Waruk exclaimed in a choked voice, asking his nephew not to look at the bed. "Hurry away from this room and stay with Sumiarsih. Don't leave him alone in this moment."

Timpal Flowers slow, "T-but .. Mom fell unconscious, Wak."

The man took a deep breath. Then while holding onto the wall, he got up with great difficulty. "Mang," he called out to the figure of Mang Dirman who was in the doorway. "Urus soon your Juragan's body …."

'The squad?' Flowers wondering. 'Juragan Juanda is dead? Yes, God! How come? What the hell is going on?"

" … And immediately ask to clean this room as soon as possible," pinta Ki Sendang Waruk, then stepped limping while pulling the arms of Flowers. "Remember my message, whatever you saw earlier here, let me explain it to the Juanda family later."

Mang Dirman nodded slowly without deigning to raise his face, looking into the eyes of Ki Sendang Waruk.  "B-well, Ki," he replied.

Before actually leaving the room, the white-haired, shoulder-length old man blocked Mang Dirman's arm violently. "I'll always make sure you keep your mouth on, Mang," he said as he pressed.

"Of course, Ki," Mang Dirman replied looking terrified. Then hurriedly execute the command once the check on his arm was released Ki Sendang Waruk.

The flower that heard their conversation, frowned. She wondered for herself, but since the atmosphere was impossible, the girl preferred to be quiet for a while.

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Hanan was glued to listen to Ki Sendang Waruk's words.

" … Uwak was late in providing assistance. The pain was already too severe and ..useful attack on the night of the incident, so blindly. Uwak can no longer save your father. He died instantly and the next day, your father could only be buried, son," said his lover ended the story. "But ... to avoid unwanted things, Uwak requested that .. not many people take care of your father's body until buried."

A moment Ki Sendang Waruk glanced at Mang Dirman. The old man who worked as a sado coachman and took care of the Hanan family horse was immediately bowed. He took a deep breath and seemed worried after the money Bunga was finished telling the story.

Hanan. He seemed sad to hear the cause of his father's death. But since then, there have been questions after questions that hit the mind. "Lantas, on what basis did my father get used to it like that, Ki? Who did it? In fact, during his life, Dad never had any strange problems with the people around. It often even helps. Is it because of Father's closeness to Mr Hansen?"

Ki Sendang Waruk thinning lips. He was confused to answer. In the moments he thought, a glimpse of the old eye glanced at Mang Dirman as well as Bunga. The reflexes of the two men did not want to speak either.

"I have no right to accuse someone without clear evidence, son. Forgive me," replied Ki Sendang Waruk choked. "Not an easy matter indeed, looking for a point of cause for an event caused by something invisible. Satanic science does exist, but black or white is a science, depending on who uses it and I can't prove it right."

"Yes, Hanan can understand that," said the youngster is still not satisfied with the words of Ki Sendang Waruk since. "But ... as someone who has been familiar with the late Father in life, has never even Dad told Aki? A friend, must have or even often say .. no matter how small the problem of his life. Including the personal ones. That's not even Aki know?"

Ki Sendang Waruk. For a moment he thought back, question or satire about the words of his nephew's lover?

Mang Dirman raised his head slightly and peeked at the lyrics on Ki Sendang Waruk. Likewise with the concerned. It seemed that the sado coachman wanted to speak up, but the look in the eyes of the white-haired old man up to the boat signaled to remain silent. Even as the new Flower was about to open its mouth, its uvarian hand rubs gave an edict to suspend.

"I went with the fighters after your father married your mother, son," Ki Sendang Waruk said and was immediately responded with a short snort by Mang Dirman. This of course does not escape the observation of Ki Sendang Waruk himself. He also snorted a few times.

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