Passion Love Noni Dutch

Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 77


...PASSION LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS ...


...Author by: David Khanz...


...Section 77...


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Nyai Kasambi laughed. He said, "That's what I want, love. I never got the man I love, and you were both tormented by your feelings for the man you expected. So ... We're even, right? Ha-ha-ha!"


"I really love Kang Waruk! It's not like you, who has been playing tricks on him!" reply Love does not want to budge, arguing. "You purposely trapped her with your pregnancy first, so that Kang Waruk's attention was only focused on you. Yeah, right?"


"What do they mean, Mang?" Hanan and Mang Dirman spontaneously looked at each other and muttered in surprise. "They mean ... is the man they are talking about .. Ki Sendang Waruk?"


Mang Dirman replied as he thought, "It looks like there are two men, Den."


"Yes, I know that," Hanan replied quickly. "But ... who are the people they mean exactly, huh? Are they …."


Tukas Mang Dirman in a voice exclaimed, "Den, the two women started fighting!" Then rubbed the chest, in pain, accompanied by a grinning facial expression.


Sure enough, Nyai Kasambi and Kedasih began to engage in a fierce fight. The two were busy launching attack after long-range attack at first, until then getting closer and physical.


Although Nyai Kasambi looks old with a hunchback body condition, but in fact the movement of the terrible-faced woman looks agile, removing the moves and fending off the action of the invasion of Kedasih.


At first they fought in balance, until then slowly Kedasih seemed to be overwhelmed by the attacks from Nyai Kasambi.


"Hi-hi-hi! You think you can beat me as easily as you used to? Hi-hi .. not so easy, Kedasih," said Nyai Kasambi jemawa. "I'm not the Kasambi you used to know. Catch that!"


I seem a little worried. He looked around for a moment to the four directions, looking around for the figure of Hanan and Mang Dirman who —maybe he thinks— is hiding. "Hanan, leave this place! Get your sadom away from here!" the woman shouted while being wary of the subsequent attacks from Nyai Kasambi.


"Hi-hi-hi!" The figure of the old shaman snickered loudly. "You start to feel scared, love," he said, then started to make certain moves. It is like gathering all the inner energy you have and focusing it on the hand area.


Kedasih prepared for the attack that Nyai Kasambi was about to launch. Mounting the horses and pressing the footrest to the ground as a strong pedestal.


"Hanan, hurry!" shout back to love and feel the time is, getting thinner to remind.


Hanan and Mang Dirman quickly came out from behind their hideouts. He guided the old man's arm which still seemed to be in pain.


"Hurry, Mang! Kedasih told us to get out of here!" the young doctor panicked.


"I-iya, Den, i-iya," said Mang Dirman while holding his chest with a grin on his old face.


Moments of time seemed to run fast. Hanan and Mang Dirman almost approached sado, until then the raucous cry of Nyai Kasambi broke the focus of the two men.


"Where are you two going?" said the old shaman while turning his body, facing Hanan and Mang Dirman.


All of Nyai Kasambi's hands shook violently, causing the stick in his hand to sway quickly to the left and right. Then get ready to launch an attack on the two men.


Dor's!


There was an eruption around the place. Sontak makes all who are there surprised not kepalang.


"Ohhhh!" Nyai Kasambi staggered back while holding his shoulder that was reflecting thin smoke. Instantly the mind and attention of the old shaman was distracted with a whack of pain. "Damn it!" the curse was accompanied by a growling sound, circling the view to find the origin of the gunshot was coming.


The opportunity was used by Hanan and Mang Dirman to immediately ride sado. Deftly, the young doctor took control of the horse, after making sure the figure of the family coachman was sitting safely on the back bench.


"Yahoo!" Hanan shouted loudly and yelled at the horse's harness with whip blisters on the body of the Jalu. "Hold tight, Mang!" exclaim the young man. For a moment he turned to the figure of Kedasih who looks still looking around the place, as well as what Nyai Kasambi did earlier.


Did not find the figure sought, then Nyai Kasambi was —kembali— turned his attention to Kedasih.


"You're bringing people behind me, love! What a coward! Aarrgghhhh!" nyai Kasambi's growl was accompanied by eyes full of anger.


"What do you mean, Kasambi?" tanya Kedasih tried to evade. "I came here alone and it wasn't on purpose to find you tricking the young man!"


Nyai Kasambi grinned horribly, enduring the pain of the gunshot wound he felt.


"Huh, don't you think you're winning now, Kedasih, because I'm still curious about the young man" said the elderly woman with a pinched and pockmarked hair. "I smell the scent of the past that is not finished until now, on the figure of him. Who were you calling, hhmmm .. Hanan. Yes, Hanan. I will remember that name until I touch it myself with ten fingers. Hi-hi-hi!"


Kedasih puffed a wry smile. He pushed his head up a little, then said cynically, "You're still curious about the man who broke your heart, Kasambi. Though he has long—"


"Be quiet, Love!" tukas Nyai Kasambi jerking. "For me, I did not get his father, it should have been his son who had to be a substitute to treat this heartache! You remember that!"


"Meaning, now my task is increasing," Reply Love does not want to lose. "I must also prevent you from doing anything bad for that young man. Don't you think I'll just stay quiet!"


Nyai Kasambi chuckled between the pain ringis felt on his shoulder.


"Whatever, but for now, I'll go. But that does not mean I admit defeat from you, Kedasih," said the old woman with a bad face, while circling the view around the place there. "A damned coward has been backing me from behind and I know who he is."


After speaking, Nyai Kasambi rushed to leave the place quickly. Although frail and hunched, but in fact he was able to run and disappear in the blink of an eye.


Love does not seek to pursue. He was unmoved on the footing of his trembling legs. Then it collapsed instantly with the knee position hit the ground first


Bruk!


He rubbed his chest for a moment before finally spitting out fresh blood from his mouth.


"Ooeekk!"


Melt the remaining blood flowing on the lips and chin, immediately decorate the look of the young woman's face. He grinned with pain, trying to get up with a limp body.


'Aahhh, may I be able to walk home to my hiding place all this time, ' he said inwardly.


But not for long, his vision began to turn yellow with a ringing sound circling the head.


In the moments when his consciousness blurred, he faintly saw a human figure coming closer. The clamoring was obscure, mixed with the dizzying reverberation of the auditory space. The buzzing and growing.


"Ohhhh!"


The tense seconds almost made him fall, collapsing to hit the surface of a dry and gravel road.


"Emaakkk!" shouted the figure earlier while hurrying —wandering— held Kedasih's body into his arms in the chest.


Slowly he lowered the female figure down with a position still leaning on the chest, then slipped first a short barrel gun to the back, in the middle of the fold of pants at the waist.


"Mommy, I told you, don't take care of this for a long time, but Mom always insisted," said the figure after confirming the condition of the woman was still alive and only fainted. "Finally, Mom got this, right? Fortunately, I followed Mom's steps since then. Otherwise, that witch doctor would have easily fooled Mom."


Then, before anyone caught them in the place, the figure immediately carried the Kasih and rushed away with heavy steps, struggling.


'Hopefully, Aden Doctor Hanan and Mang Dirman, were already at his house safe, ' his murmur continued in the midst of the move. 'I must get out of here immediately, before someone comes, after hearing the sound of this weapon eruption….'


He was heartbroken to choose a shortcut, by breaking through, entering the thickets of bushes so closely blocking the view. Intentionally, so that no one follows, rather than down, following the path along the streets.


...SERIATE...