Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 51

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 51...

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"Astaghfiullah!" yang Hanan and Juragan Sumiarsih after hearing the narration of Ki Sendang Waruk about the terror attack that occurred last night. "This is very clear, there is someone who wants to harm Aki and Neng Bunga."

Ki Sendang Waruk sighed worriedly. He said in a soft voice, "Come. I myself cannot be sure. Is this aimed at myself or the Flower? The thing is, this terror is no longer a mere physical attack, but the way it has used the mystic path."

Hanan also thought hard, linking various news that he had received from many sources. "Is this done by the same person, Ki?" tanyanya began to guess. "Someone who used to want Daddy to—"

"For that matter, I also cannot confirm it, son," said Ki Sendang Waruk. "We should not be rash to point at someone, let alone to mention a name. But I am sure, in each of our hearts .. must be tucked into its own conjectures, right? Enough to get there, do not widen the problem, before everything seems clear and accompanied by evidence of the correct designation."

After saying that, the old man thought something else. He secretly suspected someone he had known for a long time, but had never met again. 'Ki Bajra .. is he the person who has been behind a series of problems caused to the family of the late Juanda? Ah, maybe that one human is still alive? From the ways I often meet, I seem to have memorized it. It was indeed him, ' he thought as a mangosteen and thinning lips.

"What are you thinking?" asked the Sumiarsih Warrior suddenly, surprising the old man. "Is Aki suspecting someone?"

Not without reason Hanan's mother asked that. A moment of pause earlier, he noticed the figure in front of him looked agitated, frowning, even to the point of clucking himself.

Hanan chimed in after remembering the frightening figure he had met a few days before, "What about Nyai Kasambi, Ki?"

"Hey Kasambi?" Ki Sendang Waruk's eyes grew bigger. "Isn't he just a doctor? People know him as a shaman of traditional medicine. There was no way he could get involved in such matters. After all, Nyai Kasambi is just an old woman."

"Well know him?" ask Hanan again.

Ki Sendang Waruk shook his head. "No" he answered sure. "I knew Nyai Kasambi's name a few years ago."

"Know names? Just knowing her name?" Suddenly there was a wry smile on the young boy's lips. He glanced for a moment at his mother. "That means that all this time, Aki has never met in person with Nyai Kasambi, right?"

Ki Sendang Waruk nodded. "Yes, son, that's all I've heard about that figure from the locals." Then the old man looked back at Hanan and continued to ask, "Why are you asking me that, son? You suspect Nyai Kasambi?"

Hanan sighed as he slid himself to the back of the chair. "I don't mean to accuse, Ki. But …." Then the young man told him about his meeting with Nyai Kasambi while on his way home from the plantation. "There are many mysteries that I have not been able to solve about the figure of that one," he said like furious. "Mang Dirman himself often tried to protect me from Nyai Kasambi questions at that time. Isn't that something weird? Why does a citizen who has lived for so long and knows his own village, even .. I see, like the fear of the female figure."

"Yes, Allah ... Have you ever met Nyai Kasambi, son?" asked Sumiarsih as soon as she heard the words of her son just now. "Why don't you ever tell Mom, son? Worth it, that time the three of you came home to the Maghrib."

Hanan smiled wryly.

"Look, Son. I'm just—" Ki Sendang Waruk's remark was instantly cut by Hanan.

"If indeed the existence of Nyai Kasambi is good for the citizens, as said Aki and others, including Ki Panca though, Nyai Kasambi is a healer or expert in traditional medicine, then … why did they all seem like frightened people when talking about the old woman? What's the matter? Means all this time there was something scary about him. Shaman sorcerer, moleman, witchcraft, or the like."

"Nak ..." said Juragan Sumiarsih while holding his son's shoulder.

"No, ma'am," elak Hanan. "Hanan has always tried to be patient, to obey, and to refrain from finding out for himself. Everyone Hanan asked, always gave an unclear answer and all floating. What the hell is this really? Does Hanan really have no right to know?"

"Young man, listen to me" said Ki Sendang Waruk trying to calm the future husband of his nephew.

"That's the same!" hanan is getting out of control. "Aki's story about Dad last night was all cryptic. Aki like deliberately hiding the real thing from me. Yeah, right, Ki? The purpose for what? Just to keep me quiet and calm? No!" the young man said in flames. "I'll figure it out in my own way to trace anything related to Father's death!"

Hearing Hanan's loud voice, all the residents of the house simultaneously ran to see what happened. Including Flowers themselves, run away from the kitchen room.

"I swear!" hanan continued with a thunderous voice. "I will continue the efforts of the abandoned father, as well as find out what really happened to Dad first? So far no one wants to explain, why Dad is sick, why Dad is terrorized, why Daddy's plantation business is bankrupt?"

"Son, calm down, dear," persuaded Juragan Sumiarsih sobbing sedan saw his son expressing pent-up anger. "We'll talk about that later, son."

"No, Mother," Hanan replied changing her voice slightly slowly and gently. But back to jarring once turned to look at Ki Sendang Waruk. "Remember, Ki. As long as my father was sick, I never once had a chance to visit. Even when Dad died, I was only treated to his grave. While Aki herself, I don't know where to go after my father's death. Everyone says that the condition of a healthy father is healthy, but the reality is .. precisely the sickly father suffers. Who wants to understand my feelings for that long? I was silent and did not wonder much just because I wanted to obey Mom. Now ... the situation is different. I've gone home, re-assembled together, but what ... back that story and that's all it gets."

"Young man, calm down. Let's talk carefully. Everything takes time and process, son," said Ki Sendang Waruk trying to calm down again. "We can't do things in a hurry."

This time, the look in Hanan's eyes seemed increasingly fierce to look at the flower. The annoyance and curiosity that is always being held, really want to be evaporated that second too.

"I'm sorry, Ki," Hanan said firmly. "I don't mean to be disrespectful towards Aki. However, I will always respect people who are older than me" he added. "But .. sorry, am I fully convinced by Aki's last night? Again I say .. no! If you don't believe me, ask Mang Dirman! I think, as someone who had been close to Dad, Aki must have known a lot about everything that happened to Dad. Isn't that right, Ki?"

Ki Sendang Waruk stared at Juragan Sumiarsih and Bunga for a while. He was about to say, but still looked confused.

"S-me ... s-me ..." he said stammering.

"Good, Ki. Thank you," Hanan said briefly, then hurriedly got up and stepped quickly outside the house.

"Right! Where are you going, son?" juragan Sumiarsih was surprised. "Don't go anywhere, son!"

But the young man did not listen. He continued to step towards the stables and briefly then rushed from the house on a horse.

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