Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 35

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 35...

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Mang Dirman who watched the duel can only be glued to his place. He was shocked when he saw blood splashing from the mouth of Juragan Juanda. Then his body bounced back to hit the bed.

"Yuragaann!" exclaimed the sado coachman with a hoarse voice trying to get up while holding his chest. "Nhhh …." He fell back, leaning against the door of the room. "K-ki .. E-endang ..." he said broken while pointing at the figure of Ki Sendang Waruk. "A-aki .. t-have .. Aaahhh, my chest sakiittt! Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Ki Sendang Waruk himself had turned to Mang Dirman for a moment, then turned to his best friend, Juanda.

"Astaghfirullahal'adziim ..." his sigh was surprised to see the condition of Juragan Juanda on the bed. He also tried to get up, but just like Mang Dirman, was equally helpless.

Mang Dirman crawled close to the edge of the bed. With a little remaining energy and the pulse of tightness hit the chest, he tried to get up on the bed. "J-juragaann .. Juragan," he called his fatherhood. But the figure of his employer did not reply or move at all. The condition of Sumiarsih's husband seemed to be in a terrible state. Both of his eyelids were bulging with their mouths wide open full of fresh blood spots. Then slowly, the sado coachman examined the veins in his hand. His words ogled almost like a whisper, "Innalillaahi wainnailaihi raaji'uun …."

Ki Sendang Waruk. "What's? J-juanda died, Mang?" the question is amazingly shocked. Mang Dirman instead of answering, he turned his head with a cold look. "W-what do you mean see me like that?"

Mang Dirman's breath spur. "A-aki .. A-aki Endang has killed the Male Dragon!" the accusation was accompanied by a sharp eye. "J-juragan .. is gone, Ki."

"Astaghfirullaahal'adziim!" yang Ki Sendang Waruk was still shocked. "S-me ... doesn't mean that at all, Mang! D-he .. who tried to harm me!" The man coughed for a moment with a salty taste mixed with saliva. "S-me .. just defend yourself. D-he .. your manager ... t-has been possessed by a figure—"

Tukas Mang Dirman while looking at the body of his master, "Whatever your reason, Ki, the Male Actor is now dead." Then wept bitterly next to the sad figure. "S-I don't know what to say to the Women's Magician and Den Hanan later. Hiks .. hiks .. hiks."

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!" Ki Sendang Waruk coughed again with blood melts due to internal injuries. "Someone has planned this all, Mang."

"Someone?" Mang Dirman looked surprised. "Who does Aki mean? Is that guy a—"

"Don't say a name, Mang! Not yet!" pinta Ki Sendang Waruk hurriedly. "I'm still wondering if he has anything to do with the past. Everything is uncertain. B-but .. someone that ... does want us, me and Juanda, to meet in this kind of situation."

Mang Dirman silently sneered. It still can't believe the flower's words. "Well, I'm not defending myself, right? Because what I saw, Aki had indeed killed our Juragan. Hiks .. hiks .. hiks."

The eyes of the man tied to the head of the batik cloth were enlarged and reddened. "T-continue ... What do you think I came all the way here for, if I meant to harm my own friend, huh?" He shifted his seat to get closer, but the tightness in his chest became more excruciating as he moved a little. "Aahhh ..." he groaned in pain while holding his chest. "Uhuk! Uhuk! If you want, I did it a long time ago, when Juanda wanted to marry Sumiarsih!"

"W-what?" Mang Dirman was surprised. He immediately inched closer to Ki Sendang Waruk. "What does Aki mean? What's the matter between Aki and the Boy Scout first, Ki?"

Ki Sendang Waruk looks clumsy. He covered his mouth with his palm. Regretting a speech that has just been unconsciously expressed. "A-i ... a-i …."

Suddenly there was a rumbling sound on the door of the room followed by hysterical cries. "Ki Endaanggg! Dirmaannn! Tolooonggg!"

Mang Dirman did not answer, but the look in his eyes still showed his displeasure at the figure of Ki Sendang Waruk. 

"Yinnggg! Maafnggg!" The voices kept roaring. "Mang Dirman …."

"Astaghfirullaahal'adziim!" exclaiming Mang Dirman immediately pulled the horse control rope to stop the speed of the sado wheel. "Allahuacbar! Almost just!" he said surprised and immediately disperse the daydream since. After rubbing his chest, the man turned to Hanan's figure. "Sorry, Den."

"Why oyster?" ask the young man astonished. "Magrined daydream?"

Mang Dirman shook his head, but briefly then nodded. "Eh, I mean .. dark street, Den. My eyes are a little less aware of the streets," he said reasoned. He looked around at the two lanterns mounted on the left-right side in front of the sado. 

"Then let me carry this sado, Mang," Hanan said at last while taking over the horse's control rope from the old man's hand. "Like not only that," he added again as he sat in front with Mang Dirman. "The mama's thinking about something else, isn't she?"

"Ah, no, Den," Mang Dirman replied evasively. "S-I'm just—"

"If Mamang wants to tell a story, just say it," Hanan said, then immediately jerked the harness and ordered the horse to continue the journey. "I am sure, there are still many things that have not been told by Ki Sendang Waruk earlier and Mamang knows that."

Mang Dirman. "Absolutely not, Den," he said again trying to break the alleged child of his employer. "S-I .. said everything to Aden last night."

Hanan smiled faintly. It is clear that the young man does not just believe the words of the parents. 

"Hhmmm, it's up to Mamang. After all, even if Mamang does not intend to tell, I will find my own way to find the truth. That's what I've determined" said the son of the late Juanda Juragan sounded like a threat. 

"Don't, Den! Don't do that!" pinta Mang Dirman was worried. "After all, I'll say, I always have to accompany Aden wherever Aden goes."

"For what? After all, I can go alone, without having to ask for help from Mamang," said Hanan still half-threatening. Though only intended to bluff the sambal.

"Deennn ..." Mang Dirman's whine became more guilty and confused. "Don't be so with me, Den. Justjust please. I am getting sad." His eyes began to glaze over. Want to frankly convey, but remember the message Ki Sendang Waruk first. "Truly I do not know much about what was meant by Ki Sendang Waruk earlier. I only know a little, that's what I told Aden, right?"

Again Hanan smiled thinly without deigning to look to the side, at the figure of the old man. "Then what is the meaning of Ki Endang's glance at Mamang when speaking earlier, Mang?" ask the young man while looking. "Do you think I didn't notice the movements of the three of you, including Flowers as well? Hmmm."

Mang Dirman was stunned. I will say, but doubt. To the extent that his lips were shaking with an all-inclusive attitude. "That doesn't mean anything, Den," she replied trembling. "M-maybe ... m-maybe it's just—"

"Whatever," said Hanan menukas. "Then, from now on I don't want Mamang to interfere with anything I do. Please Mamang work as usual at home, but I don't want to hire Mamang anymore!"

"Den!" man Dirman was surprised. The man hugged the body of his master's son from the side. "I'm sorry, Den. Forgive me!" his screams were accompanied by roaring cries. "I beg you, Aden didn't treat me like that!"

Hanan flinched in his place. Not responding or speaking. He let Mang Dirman sniffed his own sedan, until finally revealed, "After the death of Aden's father that night, the next day Ki Sendang Waruk warned us, me and also Mother Aden, the next day, six eyes …." The old man withdrew from hugging his master's son. Then look around that looks dark. " … That the late Juragan Juanda, once clashed with …."

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