Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 42

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 42...

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Meanwhile at the residence of Mr. Guus Van Der Kruk ....

"Waar ben je geweest, Papa?" roosje asked as soon as his father, Mr. Guus, arrived back home with Ki Praja. "I was looking for Papa from earlier."

(Where have you been, Papa?)

The big tall man had just come down sado and was immediately greeted by his daughter. He glanced for a moment at Ki Praja, like asking that the old coachman not to speak. Then he replied in a flat voice, "Papa there's this little affair with one of those villagers, Roos."

"Village people?" Roosje. He turned to look at Dasimah who was standing right behind him. "Aren't you from Hanan's house, Papa?"

Mr. Guus looked aghast. After glancing at Ki Praja, he now turned to look at Dasimah for a while. He said in his heart, 'Ah, that must be the woman who told Roos about my departure. The verdomme! I forgot to ask him people to shut up, don't tell Roos!'

Dasimah himself was immediately bowed deeply as Mr. Guus stared at him in such a way. It seemed that he also realized what the meaning of his employer's gaze was.

"Aahhh, ja .. Papa is from his house is a young boy named Hanan. There is little business that Papa has to settle with that man .. his worker Sumiarsih, Roos," replied Mr. Guus finally. Back he glanced at Ki Praja.

"Sumyarsih? Hanan's mother?" Roosje asked again. This girl recalled the conversation her father had with Hanan and Mang Dirman a few days earlier, when they first met each other. (Read chapter 6).

"Ja, that's right, Roos," replied Mr. Guus while nodding. "It's a business between that worker Sumiarsih and this guy Ki Praja. Isn't that right, heh?" tanyanya turned to Ki Praja.

"I-iya, that's right, sir," replied Ki Praja hurriedly responding to Master Guus' question.

"Hhmmm," Roosje deham while thinning lips. "Then, why didn't Papa and Roos take her there? I also want to come and see that Hanan, Papa."

Mr. Guus clicked. 'Ah, I expected. That my son would follow me if he knew, ' he murmured in his heart. 'It's a definite business with regard to him and it's a young boy named Hanan.'

Before chiming in, first Mr. Guus glanced for the umpteenth time at the figure of Ki Praja. Confused to have words, until then he then answered himself, "Tomorrow we go back there, Roos. Coincidentally, Papa himself had not had time to meet those men."

"O, huh? Papa didn't meet Hanan-kah?" There was a partial bias emanating from Roosje's face, once her father would repeat a visit to Sumiarsih's residence the next day. "Where are those two, Papa?"

"Papa doesn't know, dear," replied Mr. Guus, shaking his head. "So just met that woman, Sumiarsih, and Papa hasn't been allowed to come in to see you."

"Het is goed, Papa," Roosje said a little relieved. Because he thought, the meeting his father had with his mother Hanan, certainly did not produce a meaningful conversation. There are still gaps and great opportunities for the girl to meet and talk a lot with the man she started to like.

(No problem, Papa)

After that, Roosje went back into the house cheerfully. But before Dasimah followed, first Master Guus winked at the woman left eye. Provide specific sign language. With a somewhat hesitant attitude, the maid bowed her body and hurriedly dodged from where she stood.

"Hmmm, verdomme!" rutuknya while shaking waist. "That's a girl I should teach you a little lesson!"

Timpal Ki Praja is so close, "Do I need to call Nyi Dasimah, sir?" He offered help and understood what his employer would do.

"No need!" mr. Guus' reply was accompanied by a tickle of his eyes. "He knows what he has to do in a moment." Then chuckle to himself. "En you people, take and take care of this horse. Then get that Gert to stand guard in front of my study, right away!"

Ki Praja bows her body. "Ready, Sir! My Lord's orders will be executed immediately!"

"Goed .. goed .. he-he-he!" Back Mr. Guus chuckled. Then immediately left the place to hurry to his work room.

While Ki Praja himself hurriedly placed his horse and sado in the stable, then turned around to look for Gert who was guarding in front of the gate of the house with Koen.

"Mr Guus asked Mr. Gert to supervise his office," replied Ki Praja as Gert wondered what he meant by his arrival.

Koen. He quickly nodded. "Ah, let me just work inside, Gert," he said before Gert had a chance to say. "You people should be resting here, right? You guys have been in charge of escorting Mr. Guus all day. How, Gert?"

Gert shrugs his shoulders. "Het is aan jou, Koen," he said. "Please bring me a bottle of water. It's so cold in here."

(As far as you go, Koen)

Ki Praja is confused. While what was asked earlier was Gert to stand guard in front of Mr. Guus's office, but now even Koen is advancing.

"Why?" tanya Koen accompanied by a large trunk of his eyes after moving away from the guard post. "Gert or me though, is the same, isn't it? What's the matter with you, Ki Praja?"

The old man was scared. "But .. Mr. Guus asked Mr. Gert to go there, Meneer," Ki Praja said in a choked voice.

"Shut up!" koen's jolt rattled the heartbeat. "Just follow my orders or you people will be made to regret later, heh!"

"B-well, T-master," Ki Praja's timpal shrunk his guts. "Now if Mr. Guus asks, please don't bring me yes, Mr. Koen," he said waving.

"Ik geef niet om jou. Het zal je eigen zaak zijn, Ki Praja!" koen said accompanied by his health and pushed the body of the old man so quickly away from his presence.

(I don't care. It's your own business, Ki Praja!)

Meanwhile, Dasimah was now back in Mr. Guus' office. Not long after the tall man entered there.

The woman stood in front of the table looking down deeply and looking forward to what she would receive next from her employer.

"I'm sorry, please" said Dasimah, half in fear. "Master asked me to come here, didn't he?" ask her with a trembling voice.

Mr. Guus responded casually. He ignited a black cigar and breathed smoke into Dasimah's face many times. The smell of cigarettes made the woman cough.

"You people certainly know, don't you, what mistakes have you made, heh?" tanya Mr. Guus thrilling chest.

The eyeballs of Dasimah moved left and right, as if remembering. Then answered fearfully, "S-me .. s-me .. I have informed the departure of the Master to his residence of the Sumiarsih Scout to Miss Roos. That's what you mean, isn't it?"

The man laughed mockingly. He sucked deeply into the trunk of his cigar, then again blew right towards the face of the figure standing in front of him.

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuuk!" Dasimah had a severe cough again. "I'm sorry, sir. Im sorry. Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Sreth!

Suddenly Mr. Guus snapped his cigar-stick towards Dasimah. Right about the woman's arm to complain of heat. "Sorry, Sir. I'm sorry ..." she asked, getting scared. A moment of embers on the tip of the cigarette splashed strongly, burning the skin and the thin kebaya cloth he was wearing. "Yes, Lord .. It's so hot, sir. Sakiitts."

Seeing Dasimah grimacing in pain, Master Guus even rushed to his feet. He walked towards the back of the woman slowly accompanied by a hunting breath.

"You people should know, Dasimah," whispered Mr. Guus as he wrapped his arms around the belly of the figure in front of him, "I'm the one who doesn't like you the most, the woman with the broad mouth."

The breath of Dasimah began to flower to withstand the fear that excites the feelings. Followed by the body shaking violently and almost collapsed if not held back by the twisting of the two arms of the tall sturdy man.

"Pardon me, sir, s-I do not know at all. k-if at last Miss Roos' question will anger you greatly," said Dasimah with a pale face. "S-I just answered, a-what s-I know—"

"Oh!" jolt Mr. Guus while pushing the rough body of Dasimah, until staggered and hit the workbench.

"Ohhh!" the woman screamed in a half-collapsed position kissing the altar of the table. Both feet still trace the floor. "W-what will you do? W-don't, Mister!" hiss Dasimah was getting more frightened, but did not dare to lift his body even though he just turned his head.

"You talk a lot, you're a girl!" rutuk Mister Guus returned, increasingly playing his voice that contained great anger.

Sreerett!

This time it was the twisting of the cloth on Dasimah's body that was targeted. Drawn in such a way from the direction of the calf to the top quickly and roughly.

"Don't, Master! D-don't do that again!" pinta Dasimah explained and began to imagine what the next man would do to him. "Don't you get it from me this afternoon, sir?" he said while grimacing in pain when the part of his body that was still sore, again received rough treatment.

Mr. Guus did not crush the woman, pleading with a soft voice mixed with sobs.

Chequek!

It sounded like the sound of a clasp being forcefully opened from behind Dasimah.

...SERIATE...