Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 36

...PASSION LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS ...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 36...

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During the day, Juragan Juanda was in the plantation area along with the workers. Cleaning the crop land a month before to be planted again various seedlings of palmija. While watching, the old man rushed towards the resting place saung while fanning the hatchet hood to the face. "Rest first ah, Mang. Hareudang. I'm not strong hot," he told Mang Dirman who never had much control.

The horseman answered while moving his thumb, pointing towards the saung with a slightly bent body, "Sumuhun, Juragan. Mango, get some rest." In a hurry he held a tandem over the wooden halls. Just prepare a drink from a kettle and pour it into a glass. "You want lunch too, Juragan?"

Juragan Juanda turned to the supplies that Mang Dirman had taken some time before. "What cooking is my wife today huh, Mang?" ask the old man who looks still handsome and handsome. "It looks like we should eat first before Dzuhur prayer. I'm hungry, Mang. He-he."

Mang Dirman smiled. Then immediately open a large bundle of cloth that wraps the boboko and other side dish containers. "Alhamdulillah, Juragan," said the old man. "There are grilled salted fish complete with sambal and lalapannya."

"Alhamdulillaahirabbil'aalamiin, very delicious taste," said Juragan Juanda look semringah. "Come, we'll eat, Mang."

"Well, Juragan," Mang Dirman replied. Then help prepare food for his employer. 

But just before they started to feed the rice, suddenly a horse foot creak came from the direction of the street. Not how far from the existence of the saung where they both are.

"Juragan ..." called Mang Dirman as soon as he turned towards the source of the voice. Juragan Juanda looked at me. 

Seen from a distance, someone was sitting on a horse in a typical Dutch soldier's clothes. A large reddish-skinned tall male, escorted by two heavily armed figures stood flanking on the right-left side.

"Guus Van Der Kruk ..." murmured Juragan Juanda while suspending his meal. He immediately went down the saung hall and hurriedly walked towards the three figures earlier.

Mang Dirman followed from behind. 

The man called Guus Van Der Kruk was grinning coldly as soon as Juragan Juanda approached. The two guards were immediately on their horses with their weapons clenched in front of their chests.

"Ahaa! Welcome back, Juanda," exclaimed Guus Van Der Kruk starting to say hello first. "You guys must still remember who I am this guy, huh?"

Juragan Juanda nodded slowly. He bowed his body a little as a sign of respect. "Of course, Mr. Guus. I still know you well, Sir," he replied with a flat face. 

"Aahhh, good .. good, Juanda. He-he. Zo, I'm a person so there's no need to go back to bother introducing yourself to you people, huh?" said the man called 'Master Guus' by the Juanda oracle. "O, yes .. These are my two bodyguards, Gert en Koen."

Juragan Juanda and Mang Dirman bowed again, then greeted the two with great respect, "Welcome to this Sunday village, gentlemen."

Gert and Koen smiled faintly. It looks like their faces look like pongah looking at the figure of Juanda Juragan. But not even from the three reddish-white men deigned to face Mang Dirman.

Again Master Guus spoke without coming down from the saddle of his horse. Said the figure, "You people, Juanda, of course wondering, uummhhh .. why am I a person in this village, right? He-he-he."

Juragan Juanda did not immediately chimed in. He only glanced for a moment at the figure of the three while adjusting his breath. Trying to stay calm. To him, Master Guus was not a person he had just met. Long before that, the two of them had met each other because of a similar matter.

"Movement, what are you doing here?" ask Juragan Juanda slowly. While Mang Dirman simply listened to their chat with a bowed face deep.

Master Guus laughed. He said, "You people know, Juanda? Hansen has moved from Kedawung Village, huh?." Juragan Juanda nodded slowly.  Then the reddish-skinned man continued to say, "En I am the one who will change duty in this region, including in this Kampung Sundajara. He-he-he."

'Hhmmm, obviously this is not a good sign, ' Juragan Juanda thought to himself. 'I smell there are gurgles and other scents for the appearance and assignment of Guus Van Der Kruk in this region.' The man took a deep breath. 'Hopefully this is just my prejudice.'

While making a salute, Juragan Juanda chimed in, "Ah, I feel very happy to hear it, Sir. Congratulations on serving in this new place in our village, this Sundajar Village, sir."

Gert and Koen laughed along with Mr. Guus. It was not clear what they were laughing at after Juragan Juanda had just spoken.

"Aahhh, dank je .. dank je, Juanda," said Mr. Guus after stopping laughing. "That means, you people en I, will come back as close as before, right? Ha-ha-ha. I people hope, we can establish a good cooperation, as you people have done with that Hansen man, heh! Ha-ha-ha!"

Juragan Juanda. "Yes, Sir. Of course .. of course. I was happy to cooperate with the esteemed Mr. Guus, "he kept calm, even though the man's mind was beginning to be filled with questions.

While his master was conversing with Mr. Guus Van Der Kruk, Mang Dirman's heart was busy talking. 'It seems that between the male and Meneer Spokesman had known each other for a long time. But, from the tone of the voices of the two of them, I heard something strange. If the relationship between the two of them was good before, it would probably be like the attitude of the Boy Scouts with Mr. Hansen.'

Not getting off the horse or shaking hands, the conversation between Juragan Juanda and Guus Van Der Kruk only happened some time. Then the three Dutch figures immediately left the plantation area owned by Juragan Juanda just like that, accompanied by suspicious goat smiles.

"My ear goes home right now, Mang," asked Juragan Juanda once Mr. Guus had drifted away.

Mang Dirman was confused. "Then, what about our lunch in that saung, Juragan?" tanyanya felt astonished.

Without turning his head, Juragan Juanda replied, "Just give love to the workers. Tell them to rest and have lunch in the saung." The man gulped once, then went back, "I have to go home right now."

"I-iya, Juragan," Mang Dirman replied. "Then I meet the workers, huh, Juragan?"

Juragan Juanda said, "Do it. I'll just wait near sado."

"B-well, Nurse," said Mang Dirman. Then quickly turned around to meet the plantation workers and quickly returned again to drive his employer home. 'What happened to the Juragan? It's not unusual for the Jagan to behave like that. I felt like there was something he was worried about.'

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Word Description :

Cetok: A head covering hood made of woven bamboo.

Hareudang pisan : Very sultry.

Sumuhun : Yes.

Mango : Please.

Samak: A mat made of pandan leaves.

Boboko: Rice container/place made of woven bamboo.

Dank and: Thank you.