Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 65

...PASSION LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS ...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 65...

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"Hey, Dasimah!" roosje exclaimed as soon as Dasimah's figure appeared scattered in the kitchen. "Where have you been, huh? I was looking for you guys from earlier."

"I'm sorry, miss," said Dasimah looking pale in fear. "S-I just got back from the back garden. T-tadi .. looking for a little spice to cook." He glanced for a moment at Ambu Darsih who seemed to be busy himself near the fireplace. "Miss looking for me? Sorry, what can I do for Miss now?"

Roosje snorted angrily, then said, "You guys made that drink for my guest Hanan in the front room, huh? Bring it right now. Don't linger!"

"B-well, Miss. S-soon I did," replied Dasimah stammering as he rolled up his arms of danger unintentionally. "S-At a time, I-I'll make and bring it right now."

Suddenly Roosje's eyelids rounded large. He was surprised to see a bluish-red bruise on the woman's arm. "What is this injury, Dasimah?" asked the girl while touching the bruise on Dasimah's arm.

"Ohhhh!" dasimah screams in pain. "J-don't hold it, Miss!" he shouted while shaking hands.

Roosje pulled back his fingers on Dasimah's arm. His forehead immediately wrinkled in wonder, paying attention to the reddish color earlier and wondering, "What happened to you person, Dasimah? What's that bruise because? You fell or …."

Tukas Dasimah quickly, "I-iya, Miss. I fell in the garden. T-but ..it's okay, just a little bruising. It will heal on its own, Miss."

The young woman tried to avoid Roosje no longer paying attention and wondering about the injuries.

"Ah, but I think it doesn't seem to be a fall wound, Dasimah. The shape is not like that," said Roosje still curious and amazed. "Later I'll ask Doctor Hanan to check your wounds people, heh."

"Not necessary, Miss. S-I can treat it myself," said Dasimah began to panic. "I have a scrub, paparem, which I used to use for bruises like this."

The pretty bule-skinned girl flinched. "Ah, stop. Now you guys just bring that drink forward. In a moment, prepare lunch for the three of us. Therefore Doctor Hanan will come with us" Roosje said before rushing back to the room where Hanan and Mr. Guus were.

"B-well, Miss," said Dasimah. Deftly holding back the pain all over, the woman immediately prepared Roosje's request.

Unknowingly, the tears of Dasimah also broke into the river, accompanied by a restrained sob when busy making drinks.

"Ning ..." call Ambu Darsih who has been silent since for fear of angering Roosje. "Master Guus treats you arbitrarily again, doesn't he?" ask the old woman while approaching and stroking Dasimah's back. "Mr Guus did it to you, didn't he?"

Dasimah replied after wiping away the tears first, "Imah wants to leave here, Ambu. Can't take it anymore."

The old eyes of Ambu Darsih also wear sad glasses. "Yes, Allah .. And if you go, Whom are you with? You have no one else, except you're one."

Suddenly Dasimah hugged the figure of the old woman. He cried with restraint, fearing that his voice would be heard by either Mr. Guus or Roosje in the front room.

"Life Imah no longer has a price, Ambu," said Dasimah lirih. "Master Guus has taken everything without the rest of Mommy."

"Yes, God!" back to Ambu Darsih Lirih.

"Imah felt that there was no point in living. It's dirty, Ambu. Life is ruined."

A moment later, Dasimah hurriedly released a hug. He recalled, having to immediately deliver drinks to the front room as soon as possible. Then rub the cheekbones and tears so as not to leave a mark in front of them later.

"First, Ambu" said Dasimah before stepping out of the kitchen.

"Be careful, Neng," said Ambu Darsih reminded. He rubbed his chest, watching the young female figure rush to leave him there. 'Yes, Rabbi .. poor true fate of both of us, Neng Imah. You who I have cared for since infancy and I hope to be a respectable woman, in fact now fared the same as me. In fact, he was much more unfortunate to have to live life like this.'

Still burdened with feelings of sadness, the old figure of Ambu Darsih, returned to continue his work that had been delayed earlier.

"Aahhh, here's the drink, Hanan," Roosje said as she saw Dasimah's appearance in the room while carrying three glasses of drink on the tray. "You people must be very thirsty, right? He-he."

"Thank you," Hanan replied as she watched Dasimah who always lowered her head. "How are you, Mrs? You're okay, right?" ask the young man to make small talk. Because at their meeting earlier, had not had time to greet each other well.

Dasimah replied, but enough with a nod of his head.

Of course, this did not escape the attention of Mr. Guus or Hanan himself.

"Oh, yes .. I want to ask for help from you, Doctor Hanan," said Roosje suddenly while blocking Dasimah's hand which was hastily about to rise from his squatting position when moving the contents of the tray earlier. "This .. I saw Dasimah's hand hurt earlier. Try Doctor Hanan check, is this dangerous or just a regular bruise?"

Dasimah was surprised not the bitch. He thrashed to release Roosje's hand checks, glancing at Mr. Guus. The same thing was felt by that one figure, Master Guus himself.

"Ah, no, Miss. Let me treat it myself," Dasimah suddenly felt increasingly frightened by the look in Mr. Guus' eyes.

"Be quiet, Dasimah!" roosje said while holding the maid's hand. "Let's get Doctor Hanan first."

"No ah, Miss. No," said Dasimah again.

Hanan who momentarily noticed Dasimah's and Roosje's attitude immediately interceded. "Excuse me, let me check for a moment, Neng," said the young man as he got up and approached.

Dasimah was still trying to stay away once Hanan approached. But gently and slowly, the figure of the young doctor asked for permission to examine the wound on the woman's hand. "Don't be afraid, Neng. I just want to see it for a minute" he said coolly. "Well, you know me a long time ago. So believe me, I'm not gonna hurt you, really."

"K-kaaannggg ..." sighed Dasimah. He stared into the eyes of his childhood friend. It was as if he wanted to convey a veiled message to the figure of the man.

"Yes, Ning. Just for a moment, yeah. Let me check a little" Hanan said gently and gave another impression in the eyes of a Roosje.

Then he rolled up a little kebaya cloth on Dasimah's arm after first asking for permission. Check, pay attention, and touch briefly to ensure. Of course, this did not escape the gaze of Master Guus among them. Surprisingly, the tall sturdy bule man even seemed relaxed.

"How about, Doctor Hanan?" tanya Roosje was curious since in the kitchen earlier.

Hanan just smiled at the dikulum. He covered back the cloth covering Dasimah's arm and got up to sit in its original place.

The young doctor replied, "Only ordinary bruises and there are several other factors that cause them."

"What factors, Doctor Hanan?" tanya Roosje was getting curious again. For a moment he glanced at the figure of Dasimah who was still crouching with his face bowed deeply.

Hanan did not immediately answer Roosje's questions, but he appealed to Dasimah to return to the kitchen. "Tomorrow morning, He came to the Health Hall, Yes. I'll give medicine for the wounds on Enng's hands" he asked later.

Dasimah nodded and quickly left the three of them in the room.

"O, yes .. forgive me, Miss," Hanan added after Dasimah passed. "The factor I suspected for a while, maybe because .. was hit, pressure, hit by a hard and blunt object, or it could be due to a fall."

"Ah, it seems so, Young man," Master Guus interrupted. "I agree with what you people say. He-he."

Hanan smiled as he glanced at Mr. Guus' face for a moment.

"Is it dangerous, Doctor Hanan?" cecar Roosje had been wondering ever since.

The Doctor replied inwardly, 'It would be much more dangerous if Neng Dasimah still remained in this house!' Then glanced at Master Guus who was staring at him with narrowed eyelids.

...SERIATE...