Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 38

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 38...

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Ki Panca stared at his special guest that afternoon, Juragan Juanda. Grief and sigh of worry occasionally decorate the mouth of the Head of Sundaibar village as long as listening to the narration of the figure of the man.

After speaking a little about his meeting with Mr. Guus, the husband of a beautiful woman named Sumiarsih continued the word. " … What I am worried about, this will be a follow-up problem from the rest of our story that has been past, Ki," said Juanda with a gloomy look. "I know very well who Mr. Guus really is. He will never stop pursuing whatever he wants until he gets it for sure."

Ki Panca was slow. His gaze now turned in another direction, the window of the house showing the natural landscape of the village. He said after a while thinking, "I thought instead, does the transfer of Mr. Guus' duties to this village have anything to do with his personal affairs, Juragan?"

"Come, I hope ... not so, Ki," replied Juragan Juanda crazily. "But .. My meeting with Mr. Guus was, it was definitely not a coincidence. I felt, he really wanted to see me on purpose."

Back Ki Panca. While Mang Dirman was sitting there, just listening to the chat of the two of them. Little by little the old man became aware of the problems that had happened to his master before.

'Hhmmm, so ... was that first .. Mr. Guus and Juragan Juanda ever fight over the heart of Sumiarsih?' Juragan?' he said in his heart. 'But ... why have long-tail until now? Did Master Guus hold a personal grudge against Juragan Juanda simply because of women's problems?'

Even to return home, the core questions about the problems faced by his employer, Mang Hanan did not find a bright spot. As a worker —dia realized— is unlikely to question any further. The most thing to do is to secretly eavesdrop on every conversation Juanda with Sumiarsih.

"From the beginning, Abahku did not like the presence of Mr. Guus, Dad," Sumiarsih said one time. "Everything, as much as possible, Abah always warned me to avoid every time men came or approached. Abah doesn't want to curse an occupier." The woman sighed while remembering her long-missed past. "Then, after the arrival of Mr. Guus, Abah immediately met Father's parents. I don't know what he was talking about at the time. But ... a few months later, Abah asked me to accept marriage with Dad."

Juanda glanced at his wife, then chimed in, "Yes, Mom. I was also surprised. Suddenly I told him I was getting married. While the future wife you mean, I have never seen."

Sumiarsih. "But we ended up liking each other, didn't we?" tanyanya.

Juanda was embarrassed. "Yes, Mom. Because I did not expect, it turns out that my soul mate is Kembang Kampung Sirnagalih."

"Ah, Ayaahh ..." sighed Sumiarsih back to shoot while pinching her husband's arm.

Juanda grimaced with silvery. But deep down, this man must admit that his match with Sumiarsih first, must sacrifice another female figure who first hopes for him. He never said it either, because he thought someone was just part of a life story. There will be no more continuation that should be taken into account later on. In fact, these estimates are not in accordance with what was imagined. What was? Juragan Juanda was not aware of the time that was running.

Mang Dirman who happened to be outside the kitchen, also listened to the husband-wife chat secretly. The conversation was held after dinner. 

" … Since then, slowly the presence of Mr. Guus in this village brings a lot of influence for Ayahanda Aden," concluded Mang Dirman at the end of his speech. "The estate of the late Juragan Men, often suffered losses. Pest attacks, crop failures, and even .. a portion of the workers, one by one filed stop working on the Scouts, Den."

Hanan looked astonished. Then he asked, "Stop for what reason, Mang? Were you unable to pay the wages of the workers?"

The old man's figure shook his head. "No, Den," he answered listlessly. "The Juragan never neglected his duty to pay workers. Always on time and according to the amount with the agreement and mutual agreement."

"Lantas, why did they suddenly stop working on Dad's farm, Mang?" ask Hanan again. He moved to sit next to Mang Dirman in front of the coachman bench. "Does it still have anything to do with ... Mr Guus?" His tone was deliberately scaled down when mentioning the last name just now.

The old man who worked for Juanda Juragan family from the beginning Hanan began to be conceived the body, nodding slowly. His words followed later, "Entah, Den. His father Aden also never heard to say guess about it, despite the fact that there are ... Many of the workers who asked to stop it, even found changing jobs in the plantation of Mr. Guus."

Hanan frowned. "Certain ... Did you ever question them? What's the reason, suppose?" ask the young man urgently.

Mang Dirman glanced at it for a moment. He looked at the face of his only son in the way of his master deeply. "They don't seem to dare to be blunt, Den. When questioned by Juragan, none of them acknowledged the reality. In fact, the wages received from their work on the estate of Mr. Guus, far lower than the wages ever received from the Juragan." The old man looked up, the darkness of the sky ahead of the night. "I think, could it be that they were suppressed or threatened by Master Guus? It turned out to be as thoughtful as what the Boy Scout had guessed."

"Keep what you did then, Mang?" Hanan is getting curious. I can't wait to know the whole thing. 

"Juragan can't do much, Den. After all, they moved to work also at their own request. Without any obedience or compulsion. So in that, Juragan could not blame any party. Including ... the small amount of remuneration given by Mr. Guus to them," said Mang Dirman in a depressed tone. Like back to feel the eternal heart as it has been experienced at that time. "But ... There was one thing that we were asking at the time, Den?"

"What is that, Mang?" asked Hanan while frowning.

"An oddity ..." replied Mang Dirman slowly.

"Ruck?" This time Hanan's eyelids also narrowed small. "What weird thing do you mean? Speak clearly, Mang. Don't be half-and-half!"

Instead of answering, the old man looked in one direction with enlarged eyes. "D-deenn ..." call Mang Dirman stammering.

"What's up, Mang?" ask Hanan.

Mang Dirman pointed forward. Towards a point lit up in the darkness.

...SERIATE...