Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 44

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 44...

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Meanwhile, at the Bunga and Ki Sendang Waruk residence, after the death of Hanan and Mang Dirman returned home at the end of the afternoon, the two uwak and the nephew rushed in and closed the door of the house tightly. Then the beautiful girl sat on an old wooden chair with rattan roots woven. Occasionally there was a snorting breath that indicated that he was harboring a sense of sadness.

"There's more, Neng?" asked Ki Sendang Waruk so pay attention to the look on his nephew's face. "Don't think too much of a no-no. Just calm your heart first. The most important thing now is that the future husband is safe."

Flowers watched. Staring into his big eyes. Then he said, "How can your heart be calm, Wak?" He again snorted. "Some times Eneng get similar questions from Aa Hanan related to his family problems and as often as that, Eneng must continue to pretend blind about everything. Though Eneng was eager to say and be honest with Aa Hanan. He's nobody to you anymore, Wak. Aa Hanan is Enng's future husband."

Ki Sendang Waruk also sat next to his nephew. Then slowly respond to the Flower's greeting gently. "Then, will the frankness of Eneng later be able to guarantee, that all the events that have passed can be returned intact?" the question sounds strange. "Would you guarantee that the young man will not retaliate in his own way and endanger him as well?"

"If the question Uwak like that, then the intention of Uwak's own return to this village for what?" Behind asked the girl while not wanting to be off staring at the two old man's eyeballs. "If only to tell about the moments of Juragan Juanda's death, Mang Dirman can also do it, right? There was no need for Uwak to bother returning from the battlefield. Isn't that right, Wak?"

Ki Sendang Waruk was silent. The old man's eyeballs twitched as he glanced at his nephew through the corner of the eye. Then pretend to pluck the rest of the boiled manioc on the table, continue to eat it with an attitude as if relaxed.

"Honestly, Wak," added Bunga back, a bit upset waiting for his funny response that has not been spoken. "Actually, Uwak knows more about Juanda's Juragan past, right?"

"Not much" replied Ki Sendang Waruk short. "What to find out anyway? Isn't that just the past of a person's person? What's lucky for us-us."

The girl shook her head. "No way, Wak," apparently still can't believe his new answer just now. "It's not just talking about us, Wak. Not a matter of profit and loss. But this is Aa Hanan's thing. The future husband for the daughter of Uwak's own younger brother, who will later .. Insyaa Allah, will be our family as well. Iwak's son-in-law."

Ki Sendang Waruk glanced at Bunga while engrossed in chewing. The ideal is flat, "Uwak understands, Neng. No need to make it clear that way."

"But Uwak's impression is like looking lightly at this problem, Wak." The tone of the girl's voice suddenly shot up. It meant that he started to get upset himself over the attitude of the figure beside him. "It is impossible, as a sidekick, Uwak did not know much about Juanda's past life. Very unusual, Wak!" Then Bunga shifted his seat, docked more at Ki Sendang Waruk, and whispered, ". .. or if indeed Uwak intends to hide it, there must be a certain intent behind it. Yeah, right, Wak?"

"What's this talking about?" said astonishment. "Kok, even Nudu Uwak messed up, anyway?"

Flowers say, "Not recriminate, Wak. But little heart Eneng said that Uwak was hiding something, right? Honestly, Wak."

Ki Sendang Waruk clucked nonchalantly. "Ah, then anyway, it could be just Eneng. He-he-he. Biasalah, the soul of young people is always chased by curiosity. That's humane, huh."

Suddenly the flowers smiled. It does not mean that he is laughing at a funny, but it is just after listening to his last words. "Hhmmm ... humane, yes? As well as Eneng's desire to help Aa Hanan in her own way," muttered the girl still leaving a thin smile.

Ki Sendang Waruk. His kunyahan also stopped for a moment.

"What do you mean?" ask the old man with white hair to the shoulder.

The flower moved its lips in such a way. He said, "Did Uwak forget? You used to tell Uwak." He glanced for a moment to see his upperclassmen's reaction. Ki Sendang Waruk frowned. "Ult. .. on the night of the incident Juanda died, just as Eneng examined the spark of light outside the window, vaguely. You think they're the—"

"Enough, Man, enough! Don't keep going!" tukas Ki Sendang Waruk hastily stopped his nephew's remarks. "It's not the right time to talk about that one thing."

"But Aa Hanan should also know, Wak," said Bunga persisted. "Eng feels constantly guilty to the Women's Parent and Aa Hanan family. For years I have harbored this thought from them. Then, when else do we have to hide that, Wak?"

"Stt …." Ki Sendang Waruk placed an index finger on his lips. He turned to the four corners of the room with a worried face. Then whispered cautiously, "The situation is now very dangerous, Neng. We can't possibly talk about that one in a haphazard way."

"St! Down, Hung!" exclamation Ki Sendang Waruk while pulling the nape of the Flower down. 

Spontaneously the two of them simultaneously bowed, taking cover behind the backrest of the old chair of the seat earlier. Then quickly, Ki Sendang Waruk made movements such as fanning the five fingers towards the lights in the room.

A seettt! 

The wuusss!

The clep!

Instantly the fire point on the lamp was extinguished, as if blown by a strong wind quickly. The room inside the house suddenly turned pitch-black. 

"Stay down here yes, Neng," whispered Ki Sendang Waruk as he patted the girl's shoulder. Then the old man rushed away. Move agile inside blackened concentrated cutouts.

The flowers did not understand what was going on. But suddenly his courage shriveled and fell silent frozen in place. Dare not move or move protection, unless tightly closed.

"Ciakkk! It's ciaakkk!"

Screeches sounded like the sound of birds in the room, accompanied by the echo of wingspans filled the hearing room. 

The flower covers both her ears with her palms. 'Yes, Allah .. which bird or creature is it? Her voice was so deafening that, ' said the girl struck with fear. 'Terus ... Where is Uwak?' His entire body until a great shiver mixed with a cold sweat.

Then he tried to push forward, trying to find the edges of the walls of the room. Maybe there will be safer, thought Bunga. 

Then slowly, still in its original position, the girl moved. His breath hunted, kissed and blew the surface of the dry dusty ground floor. Up to several times almost choked and coughed in a small pebble sipping.

"Sir?" call Flowers half whispered. His movement stopped instantly. Not without reason. Because suddenly the tip of his fingers was like touching something cold. Like toes. "Wow? It's Uwak, isn't it?" ask the girl again accompanied by a great heart palpitations.

There is no lawfulness whatsoever. Stay silent.

Although struck by fear, but ease curiosity Flowers seem to set aside the sanity side of his mind. Slowly he fumbled in the darkness to ascertain what had been touched.

Right, like someone's feet, thought the Flower. Cold, but the tip like overgrown with thick primaries and long pointed nails.

"Yes, God!" the Flower squeals involuntarily and spontaneously recoils backwards with an overwhelming sense of shock. 

Not finished thinking any further, the squealing voice earlier reverberated so close above him.

"Ciiakk! Akiiakkk!"

"Astaghfiullah!" the Flower screams were instantly frightened. "Geekk!"

"Ciiakk! Akiiakkk!"

"Ohhhh!"

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