Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 67

...PASSION LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS ...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 67...

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The next day, Roosje came back to visit Hanan's place of duty at the Health Hall. This time he accompanied Dasimah who was previously asked by the young doctor for treatment.

"Miss Roos came back, Den," said Mang Dirman shortly before the girl walked into the room.

Hanan frowned on the sidelines of his busy serving patients.

"alone?" ask the young man guessing. Mang Dirman shook his head, then replied, "No. This time accompanied by a young woman, Den. If it's not wrong, his name is Dasimah."

"Aspirated? O, yes .. I asked him yesterday to come for treatment" Hanan said. "Just wait and get in line with the other patients."

"I-iya, Den," said Mang Dirman according to.

Not how long the atmosphere in the building was suddenly silent as Roosje entered. Not a single patient dared to raise their face to see the appearance of Mr. Guus's only daughter.

"I'm sorry, Miss Roos," said Mang Dirman before Roosje entered the examination room. "Doctor Hanan advised, please Miss Roos and Neng Dasimah to sit first, wait here."

Roosje stopped the move. With a cynical look he chimed in, "What are you people, heh? The officer here?"

The old man lowered his head, then replied, "Of course not, Miss. Please forgive me."

The beautiful-eyed girl snorted. Then invite Dasimah to follow him with a chin movement. Very visible.

But Dasimah hesitated and said slowly, "Sorry, Miss Roos. Should we follow the direction of the Doctor, Miss? Maybe we should wait—"

"I don't need any advice from you people, Dasimah!" roosje's snapping boomed in the room. "I came here too for it to heal the wounds of you people! Understood?"

Dasimah nodded in fear. But on the other hand, he felt very embarrassed by the crowd of patients who were there.

"What's this?" Suddenly Mr. Mantri emerged from his duty room. He looked around for a moment with the help of his old glasses. "Oh, Miss Roos .. apparently," he said, throwing a faint smile as soon as he realized the figure of the woman. "Please enter my room, Miss. Let me—"

Mr. Mantri's words immediately stopped, as Roos raised his index finger to the old man's face. Then entered back into his room without daring to say a word.

"It would have been easier and faster, if everyone here said nothing to me! Understand you all?" roosje exclaimed as she swept a glance at each patient who was sitting waiting.

Simultaneously everyone who was there nodded slowly.

"Good," the girl returned.

Roosje jolted in the middle of the silence in the room, until it penetrated Hanan's study. Then, after examining the patient, he hurriedly came out. "Miss Roos ..." call her astonished.

Roosje immediately turned his head and threw a sweet smile upon seeing the appearance of the man he was admiring.

"Aahhh, Doctor Hanan. It's great that we met again" said the girl turned friendly and spoiled for a moment. "I'm sorry, Doctor. There is a bit of service here and I have done well. Isn't that right, Old Man?" the question was thrown at Mang Dirman and the old man, immediately following up. Then turned again on looking at Hanan. "Well, the doctor saw it for himself, didn't he?"

Hanan. He felt bad for the patient who was sitting waiting for his turn to be examined.

"I'm sorry, all of you gentlemen. For a while, the examination will be carried out by Mr. Mantri only, huh? Don't you mind, Mothers?" ask the young man with great force.

"It's okay, Mr. Doctor," answered everything in unison and understood.

"Ah, great!" roosje cried without feeling any guilt. "Now there are no more obstacles, right? Come, Dasimah. Follow me!" invite him to Dasimah to immediately enter the examination room of Doctor Hanan.

'Astaghfirullahal'adziim ..' muttered the young man while stroking his chest. Then before re-entering his office, he offered an apology to all the patients inside. Replied a slow nod from them as an answer to proclamation.

After Hanan followed Roos and Dasimah into the examination room, Mang Dirman tried to speak to the audience there in a slow voice.

"It's okay, Ki," replied one of them understanding the situation. "Mister Guus' daughter is like that. Only, only this time he wanted to come here. Never been before."

"True," another timpal. "Maybe it's because Doctor Hanan is here, that's why he's coming."

"Yes, but I also want to be examined by Doctor Hanan." A mother also spoke.

"Well, if checked by Mr. Mantri how, Mak?" ask the figure beside him.

Replied the mothers, "Ah, if examined by Mr. Mantri mah, instead of recovering, even more severe my pain."

"Keep with Doctor Hanan?"

"Well, if examined by Dr. Hanan anyway, sick every day also I want to oruh. Hi-hi-hi."

Without any command, simultaneously the audience who was there compact install a sour face.

"Well, am I wrong if I want to be examined by Doctor Hanan?" ask the mothers to be offended. "The person is kind, friendly, meek, handsome, and .. ah, it is very similar to the late Juragan Juanda. Almost, I was also assessed by his father Dr. Hanan. Hi-hi-hi."

"I'm sorry, Miss Roos" Hanan said shortly after the three of them sat together in the examination room. "If I may suggest, preferably for another time, please so that we .. can together maintain the comfort and tranquility of this place. Don't be like that. Sorry, yeah? It's just a little advice from me. Please consider it more wisely."

"You're the one on your own, Hanan," Roosje chimed in a spoiled voice. "Why are you people not immediately welcoming me. Obstacles like that won't happen. Isn't that right, Dasimah?"

"I-iya, Miss," replied Dasimah puzzled.

"Well, you people hear yourself, right?" added back the beautiful blue-eyed girl is increasingly indulging attitude. "Just agree with my words. He-he."

Doctor Hanan raised eyebrows high with thinning lips. He was forced to grumble while taking a deep breath.

"Alright, now I ask permission first from Neng Imah," said the young man. "I was about to re-examine the bruise on Neng Imah's hand yesterday. Can you?"

Dasimah looks doubtful. He glanced at Roosje's figure through the tip of his eye. Then roll up a little of his arms of danger upwards.

"It still hurts?" doctor Hanan asked so much attention to the bruise on the woman's arm. Dasimah. "There are other wounds on the body?"

Dasimah was getting confused to answer. He wanted to be straightforward, but was afraid Roosje would be wondering more and more.

"T-none, Doctor Kang," Dasimah replied eventually, lying. "H-just in my arm this is all."

Doctor Hanan noticed the movement of the lips and eyes of Dasimah who gave other signs. As a medical professional, he suspected that his childhood girlfriend was hiding something. I don't know what. But the discomfort with the existence of the figure Roosje there, certainly gives another interpretation, that it could mean there is another matter. It could be fear, concern, or it could be that the factors that occur in his patients this time are closely related to the closest party.

Hanan understood and did not want to force Dasimah to explain it in detail. But one day, he hoped that the question and suspicion of the cause of the bruise could be known immediately.

Hanan could have asked Roosje to come out for a while, but it was feared, it would wake up the seeds of new curiosity in the daughter of Mr. Guus' mere puppet.

"Well, for a while I'll give Neng Imah a cure, yeah. It's an ointment. Please use it according to the rules" the young doctor said, writing a prescription. "Let's take it in front, huh?"

"I-iya, Kang" said Dasimah. Then try to get up from his seat accompanied by a grin of pain that is clearly illustrated on the look of the woman's face. It was caught by Hanan's eyes. While Roosje himself was engrossed, stunned, looking at the figure of the man in front of him.

"You people just wait outside, Dasimah," Roosje said as soon as he realized the examination of Dasimah was over. "I still have a need with this Doctor Hanan."

"I-iya, Miss," replied Dasimah shrillly. Before taking a step, the woman glanced for a moment at Hanan. The tail of his eyes really signaled that he was actually anxious to complain, revealing what had been stored in his heart. Fortunately, the young man caught the covert signals given by his former playmate.

"Can I help you, Miss Roos?" hanan asked after Dasimah was completely lost behind the door.

"Aahhh, Hanan," said Roosje spoiled. "You better not call me 'Miss'. Enough of you people call my name only. Roos or Rose. It feels a lot more comfortable to hear, doesn't it?"

The handsome young man smelled a smile. "Thank you, Miss Roos. But for me, this 'Miss' call to Miss Roos is a form of expressing my respect for you, Miss Roos," Hanan said. As a result, it makes the bule girl more spoiled whining.

"Bhhhh, Hanan. You guys turned out to be a real bitch to me," Roosje blushed.

Hanan raised an eyebrow. "Me?" tanyanya.

"Yes, you're a man, Hanan," Roosje replied.

"That's not what I mean" Hanan said. "Miss Roos changed the greeting word 'me' to 'me'?"

The girl was flabbergasted. "Oohh .. i-it .. yes, that ... only for our conversational language."

"We?" The more curious Hanan to dig deeper into the picture of the heart of the figure before him.

"Yes, we. You and I are people" Roosje explained.

"I get. Why should I-me-you?"

Roosje suddenly misbehaved. The impression came back, "Because it feels so much more comfortable when I talk to you people, Hanan."

"Awarely comfortable? Just a sense of comfort?"

The girl was increasingly confused and died a step, until finally ….

Unknowingly, Roosje said, "Because I like—"

"Aa Hanan!" Suddenly the figure of a Flower appeared in the doorway. Then not long, followed by Mang Dirman. The old man came huddled with gasping breaths.

"Well Flowers?" Hanan is shocked by the sudden appearance of her lover in her study. "Kok, you coming? By himself or with whom?"

For a moment the girl glanced at Roosje who was caught in the eye was smiling with her beloved man, Hanan. It looks very on the face of Bunga, if he does not like the existence of Mr. Guus' daughter there.

While Mang Dirman spoke silently behind Bunga showing lip movements on his master's child, it read; 'Sorry, Den. I did not have time to tell Aden about the arrival of this Flower', while pointing at the figure of the girl in front of him.

Roosje himself became confused and wondered about the figure of the Flower he had just seen for the first time. "Who is he, Hanan? I've never met him this person," he asked, both feeling dislike for the presence of Flowers between the two of them.

"She's my sister, Miss," Hanan replied casually.

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