Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 70

...PASSION LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS ...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 70...

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Slowly the sado wheel moves around in circles, leaving the area of Kedawung Village Health Hall in Kampung Sundaajara with the figure of a man who is being liked. With both of her eyes blue, Roosje stared at Hanan from the beginning of her foot up the riding vehicle.

"Be careful on the street, Miss Roos" the young doctor said, giving her a smile.

'Dank to wel, Hanan,' reply the beautiful white girl contrasts in the heart. 'Elke dag hou ik meer en meer van je. Ik weet het niet, is dit een tijdelijke liefde of ontstaat het vanzelf?'

(Thank you, Hanan. The more days I like you. I don't know, is this just a momentary love or does it arise naturally?)

More and more days, in Roosje's eyes, Hanan's figure increasingly looks charming. He no longer wanted to turn away, except for one. He smiled to himself, remembering their first meeting that afternoon a few months had passed. From awe, it has now turned into madness.

Roosje no longer wanted to remember or communicate with Kervyn. The figure of youth of the same age who this year will soon complete his education. He was a doctor like Hanan.

I don't know where their journey will end. Because now, the heart of one of the parties has changed rapidly.

Suddenly Roosje remembered the incident. The figure of a girl who was recognized as a sister by Hanan. Like this girl had heard that name. When and where exactly? Until then, he turned his head quickly towards Dasimah.

"Heh, Dasimah!" call Roosje surprise the figure in question. "I remember now. Didn't you ever say that Hanan had girlfriends when you were a man and she was a little man, huh?"

"I-iya, Miss," replied Dasimah on the sidelines silently since leaving home earlier.

"Who is Hanan's friend whom you call. Those flowers?" ask Roosje again after remembering.

Dasimah. "Right, miss," he replied downcastly. "Bunga was Kang Hanan's little friend, long ago."

Roosje frowned. "Friends?" muttered instantly. "Is that Flower ... the woman who came to the Health Hall, Dasimah?" ask the girl further.

Again Dasimah nodded slowly.

Roosje continued to think, 'Ah, but why did Hanan earlier admit it was a sister? Which is right?'

"Ki Praja," call the girl —kini— on the figure of the old coachman, "to my knowledge, it's Hanan the son of the Sumiarsih family, right?"

The old man who always wore black-and-black clothes turned his head, then replied, "Son child means Miss Roos?"

"Yes, right. One only child," Roosje replied confirming. "You people must know it's the Sumiarsih family? You people used to work in the Hanan family, didn't you?"

Reply Ki Praja while controlling the reins, "Yes, Miss. Hanan is their only child. Sumiarsih Spouses with Juanda. The young man had no other brother, sister or brother. Why, Miss?"

"Ki Praja also knew that young woman named Bunga?" More curious and interesting, Roosje wondered at Ki Praja rather than at Dasimah in front of him.

The old man sounded in front. "Of course I know, Miss Roos. The flower was an orphan girl who had been betrothed to Hanan since they were young."

"Stupid?"

"I mean .. later when it's time, Hanan and Bunga will be married, Miss."

Ki Praja replied, Now you understand where the curiosity of the employer's only daughter, "Yes, that's right, Miss Roos. They're both lovers."

Dasimah quietly glanced, noticing Roosje's face suddenly turned wry as she knew the relationship of the man she admired with the figure of Bunga, the girl she had only seen for the first time.

'Verdomme! Meaning he Hanan's people deliberately lied, saying that the woman of that person was his sister!' Roosje grumbled. 'Why should I lie? Why should their relationship be hidden from me? Why also that Hanan people do not recognize Bunga as a lover?'

Then there was a sense of dislike in the figure of the girl. Roosje really did not want the man she liked to be close and owned by any woman, except her own.

'Hhmmm, it looks like this will be a big problem for Bunga, ' made Dasimah so pay attention to the movements of the face and look in Roosje's eyes after knowing the truth of the relationship between Hanan and Bunga earlier. 'I know how Roos character is all this time. Don't-don't ….'

"Well, Ki Praja," Roosje said suddenly. "Later for you guys, I want to talk after arriving home. You people, today don't plan on going out, do you?"

"It doesn't seem like it, Miss," Ki Praja replied cheerfully. Because, he felt there was little chance to get more wages on that day. Especially if not from selling information to the child of the employer.

The horse's pace paused for a moment after arriving in front of the gate of Master Guus' residence. Gert and Koen popped open, then all three went inside.

"Ki Praja, let's just talk in the back," Roosje's asking seemed impatient to immediately dig up information about Hanan from the old man.

"Alright, Miss," replied Ki Praja.

Meanwhile Dasimah, rushed towards his own room located behind the neighborhood area of Mr. Guus's official house. Walking a bit lame and the small ringis that adorned the face, the woman was busy with her own head after listening to Roosje's conversation with Ki Praja earlier.

Suddenly, Dasimah's steps stopped. His eyes pushyly saw the door of his room a little open. Though he was convinced, before leaving this morning, everything was in a closed state.

'Is it the mother Darsih who entered my room?' the woman wondered and there were doubts about going in to check. 'But ... it feels impossible. I rarely go into my room without permission. What for anyway? If it was not so important, he would never have been forced into such a state. Or maybe Koen the ….'

"Hello, Dasimah. You've come home a person apparently," said a large tall body lying on the bed belonging to the woman.

"T-Master Guus?" pekik Dasimah was shocked beyond measure. To the extent that both of his legs were shaking violently and almost booming collapsed.

Mr. Guus smiled faintly as he stared fixedly at the figure of his workers. He started to get up and sit on the edge of the bed. "Why do you people just stay there, Dasimah?" his tanyanya made Dasimah even more frightened. "Come to me. Inhere. There's something I want to talk to you people about, Dasimah. He-he-he."

Dasimah gulps. Bitterer. His instincts said, something was wrong with the figure of the man. He was not usually in a room like that. If not for the affairs of orgasm, what else will be accepted on that day?

"Y-yeah, T-lord. A-what can ... s-I do for T-master?" dasimah asked as he stepped slowly and his voice was broken.

Mr. Guus did not immediately answer or continue his speech, but his burly hands slowly moved towards the waist. Unlock the trouser belt and pull it out. A savage grin instantly emanated from his face that looked violent at that moment.

Spontaneous Dasimah was shocked beyond measure. His steps stopped and immediately retreated slowly. "J-don't, T-lord .. I beg you, J-don't!" the door began to fear half to death. He knew what would happen now.

"Verdom!" as Lord Guus. "You people should know, Dasimah. There will always be a fair reply for people who try to complain about my ugliness, heh!" He got up from his seat, stepped closer to the figure of the trembling Dasimah. "What did you people tell that young doctor Hanan, heh? You people must have talked a lot about me, right?"

Reply Dasimah scared, "T-no, T-lord. I never said anything about Mister to Hanan. Especially about these wounds. I-I swear, sir."

Mr. Guus curled himself. Then he quickly snatched Dasimah's arm and blocked him tightly.

"Sorry, T-lord. W-mayounnn!" pinta Dasimah was shriveled and was almost no longer able to stand up due to the trembling on his two legs.

Back the big tall man laughed himself without caring about the grunt fear of Dasimah.

...SERIATE...