Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 62

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 62...

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At around seven in the morning, Hanan was already at the local residents' Health Hall. A simple building with a distinctive design walled in a variety of blackish stone shapes, adorned along the eyes.

"When you want to go back home, go home first" said the young man before stepping into the building. "Later in the afternoon, pick me up again here, will you?"

Mang Dirman was stunned for a moment, staring in such a way at the child of his employer. Then review the wide smile combined with facial bias semringah. 

"Subhanallah, Aden looks dashing and handsome with a suit like that, Den," the old man praised incessantly reviewing a smile. "It's very similar to the late Boy Scouts."

"Ah, Mamang this," Hanan blushed. "Well, you want to wait here or go home first?" The young man repeated his question.

Mang Dirman thought for a moment, then replied, "I want to see Den Hanan for a while. After that back to the Women's Scout's house."

"Oh, well," Hanan said at last. "But remember, don't smoke around this place, huh?"

The old man chuckled. "I've started to reduce it since a few weeks ago, Den," he replied as he patted his chest. "Now it is much healthier and not stuffy anymore when breathing."

"Hhmmm," Hanan deham while thinning the lips. "Stop faster is better, Mang."

Reply Mang Dirman, "Everything will need a process, Den Doctor. He-he."

The two chuckled for a moment, until finally Hanan began to step into the building. It was still so quiet and there were only a few workers who were busy cleaning the room and the yard.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum. Good morning" said the young man to them. Only three people in total and all of them simultaneously looked in shock.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam," they replied in amazement. "Who is this father, huh? How come his clothes are similar to Mantri's?" ask one of them to wonder.

Hanan reviewed the smile. "Include me, my name is Hanan. From today on, I'm on duty here" he said, looking at the figures one by one. "If you don't mind, these gentlemen what's his name, huh? Let me know you more easily."

One by one they introduced themselves.

"I'm the Word."

"I'm Galuh."

"I'm a cynic."

Hanan shakes everything. Then I said, "Ah, it is great that I know the names of these fathers. Mr. Firman, Mr. Galuh, and .. Kang Aceng." He pointed at the last figure who looked somewhat younger than himself. "God willing, from today on, we all start working together, huh?"

The three male figures even gawked. One with the other threw one another a glance. Then Galuh asked innocently, "Pak Hanan this Doctor? Replaced Mr. Mantri, didn't he?"

Hanan smiled, then replied, "Ah, no. I am indeed a medical personnel and assigned to serve here, but that does not mean replacing Mr. Mantri. We both keep working as usual."

"Patient?" tanya Hanan confirmed the term spoken by Galuh just now.

"Yes, that's what I mean, Doctor. Patient. He-he," added Galuh again blushed in embarrassment. "But .. By the way, this Doctor is a resident of here too? We know, it feels ... know, but who and where, huh?"

Just as Hanan was about to reply, suddenly the figure of Mang Dirman appeared and helped explain. "Sir Doctor Hanan this .. his son the late Juragan Juanda, Fathers."

Galuh and Firman was shocked. 

"God willing!" both men were surprised. "This is Den Hanan the son of Juragan Juanda and Juragan Sumiarsih? Yes, Allah ... Why am I only aware now?"

Spontaneous Galuh and Firman approached and grabbed Hanan's hand to be reshaped and kissed.

"Eh, no! Don't do this, gentlemen!" the young man immediately pulled his hand. "It is not appropriate that gentlemen, older than me, kiss my hands. I'm the one who should do that."

Only Aceng who looked was still gawking in wonder. He did not know the real Hanan at all.

"Yes, Allah .. Aden," Galuh said with teary eyes. "I didn't expect Aden to be so big, so mature, so Doctor. Thank God, I'm so happy, Den. So remember Aden's late father first. By Allah!"

Timpal Firman beaming, "Yes, I did not expect that, Kang. I'm a little confused too. Who I thought, so. Aden Hanan Geuning. He-he-he."

It was great that Hanan was welcomed. "God willing, Mr Galuh-Pak Word, from today we will always meet here, huh? Watch out, always take care of health and avoid smoking," he said giving a little reassurance. Not to forget also give encouragement to Aceng. "You too, Young man, remain diligent and exercise."

After conversing with the three guards and the janitor, Hanan proceeded to take a look at the condition of the health hall, accompanied by Mang Dirman following from behind.

"This building has not changed much since I was a child and was left to Jakarta then," Hanan said as soon as he finished touring. "Stead solid, but some wooden window and door frames, it feels need to be replaced because it looks weathered."

"Maclum, Den," Mang Dirman said from the back, "this hall was built when there was still Mr. Hansen. He himself was watching over the construction."

Hanan turned his head and asked, "Oh, yes ... Now how is Mr Hansen, huh? I haven't heard of him for a long time."

Mang Dirman replied, "Lack of knowledge, Den. Since being replaced by Mr. Guus, Mr. Hansen has disappeared."

The young man sighed softly. "Unexpected, huh? Although Mr. Hansen is Dutch, but for us, he does not feel like an occupying figure," said Hanan lirih and immediately embraced by the sado coachman.

"Yes, Den. Had Mr. Hansen met Aden, he would have been very happy."

Time is not felt, it keeps rolling. At eight o'clock less, the figure of Mr. Mantri came and was immediately greeted by Hanan.

"Welcome and congratulations on serving in this Kedawung Village Health Hall, Doctor Hanan," said the old man, shaking hands. "Yesterday, I was told by Mr. Guus about you, Doctor Hanan. Sorry, if I'm a little late."

"Ah, it's okay Mr. Mantri," Hanan replied with a smile. "I am the only one who has not been able to come to my father's house. Sorry if I came here too early. I would love to look around here before carrying out the task."

Mr. Mantri chuckled in shame. "He-he, very kind of you, Doctor Hanan. It's great to be working with the doctor."

"Together, Mr. Mantri."

...SERIATE...