Passion Love Noni Dutch
Part 1
...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 1...
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That day, the sky in Kedawung Village looked so bright. Bluing with the glitter of the scorching sun roasted the earth. Slowly burning green leaves and vast expanses of peatland around the place. Including an old figure who was shading under the roof sado in front of a train station. Occasionally the man wiped his face with a swab of his rough arms, expelling molten sweat that poured profusely from old pores. Heavy breaths also decorate throughout the sitting pecking, while enjoying a cigarette kawung leaves containing tobacco sparring. An agitated roar was faintly drawn from the bias of his gaze, as he turned towards the gate of the old building in front of him.
“Still quiet. When did it come, huh?” murmured the figure while exhaling the delicious puff of nicotine smoke from behind his black lips. “Tempatient it feels, want to see Den Hanan soon. Surely now he has become a great person,” he continued to say his own words accompanied by a smile as young as possible.
Not far from where he was, the man saw that there were many people crowded in the building, the rest sitting on the tile floor of the station with its own busyness. Mixing between the pick-up with prospective passengers who will ride the train, complete with luggage and bags of various sizes lying on the side.
“Yes, Lord ... very hot here,” grumbled the old man on top of the sado earlier while flapping his hands to the face. Repeatedly his mouth clucked irritably with a tongue-tie wetting his lips. Originally intended to roll back the kawung leaves, but the urung is done so that the sound of the horn horn horn trumpet from a distance. “The train is coming!” he cried with a face immediately turned cheerful.
Justright. Not far from the place, a puff of black smoke rose into the sky from the funnel of the train. Slowly approaching the stop station. Along with that, a unison crowd of people around there stood up, preparing to welcome. No exception to the old man above sado. He rushed down, having secured the horse harness on a nearby tree trunk. “Wait a minute, yes, Jalu. I want to pick up Young Master first,” he said as he patted the neck of the horse. The beast neighed loudly, as if understanding the old man's words.
Then he walked towards the inside of the station building, piercing through the dense crowd of visitors there with his small body. Exactly, once the footprints reached the front row near the rail line, the train had stopped. A number of passengers rushed out of the car with their own luggage. The old man was looking for the figure he was waiting for.
“Den Hanan!” he shouted as soon as he recognized someone who had just stepped out from inside the carriage. The figure turned his head, then called back, “Mang Dirman!”
The two of them walked closer to each other between the passing of the sea of humans.
“Mang Dirman! Yes, Allah .. I am very confused at all Mamang,” exclaimed a young man with a handsome appearance who was called Hanan, once met. He immediately pulled the old body into his arms. For a moment they embrace each other full of warmth, then release themselves and do not forget to greet.
“Ah, don't be so, Den,” said the old man named Mang Dirman pulled away as soon as Hanan was about to kiss the reverence of the back of his hand.
“Why, Mang? I'm used to it, ‘kan, since childhood?” Hanan looked at Mang Dirman in surprise. Answer the old man, “No, ah, Den. I feel bad.”
“Ah, Mamang this ..” Hanan patted Mang Dirman's arm slowly. “It is appropriate ‘kan, the young kiss the hand poured while shaking hands.”
“Do not, Den. No need.”
Hanan smiled. Then ask again, “Mamang has been waiting for a long time?”
“Lumayan, Den. Almost out four linting.”
Hanan frowned. “Hhmmm, Mamang still smoking?” The old man nodded slowly with an embarrassed face. “From the first time I said, smoking is not good for health, Mang. Still stubborn told.”
Mang Dirman. “Iya, I still remember really, Den Hanan advice first. Especially now, Aden has officially become a doctor. Will definitely be more chatty remind me, ‘kan?”
Hanan again patted Mang Dirman's arm. “Can only Mamang this. Nothing yet, I feel. Mercifully. At least, I do not need at all times to remind Mamang.”
“Iya, Den.”
They both laughed for a moment. Then suddenly Hanan's laughter stopped. “Eh, briefly ...” he said while squinting. Mang Dirman was astonished. Ask the old man, “What's up, Den?”
Mang Dirman smiled. Presumably starting to understand the direction of Hanan's conversation this time. “I did come alone, Den.”
“Self?”
“Yes, alone. With who else? Female scouts?”
Hanan scratched his head. “Not my mother means. But ...”
“Neng Flowers, ‘kan?” guess Mang Dirman. Hanan blushed. Ask the young man then, “He didn't come to pick up, Mang?”
Mang Dirman did not answer. The old man instead took over the large suitcase beside Hanan. Said, “Makanya, if Aden wants to see Neng Bunga soon, we go home now.”
“Eh, so true Flowers don't come?”
“The girl is waiting at Aden's house with the female Juragan,” Mang Dirman replied accompanied by a frail step because of her innate. Weight.
“Together Mother?” Hanan helped lift her luggage together with Mang Dirman.
“Ya, who else, Den?”
The young man smiled to himself. He was imagining two figures who had been missed so far. Mother Hanan and Flowers. Years of living apart and talking to each other through a letter. That's only once a month.
Mang Dirman noticed the look on the face of his master's son. As someone who has experienced youth, of course the old man understands very well what Hanan is feeling.
“Flower does not send any messages to Mamang?” Hanan. The old man shook his head in the middle of his fatigue. Answer Mang Dirman, “Didn't Aden always reply letters with Neng Bunga, Den?”
Hanan nodded. Answer, “Iya, anyway. But the flower never asks to be brought anything. Just like Mother. Most importantly, I can go home safely without any shortcomings and obstacles.”
“Only that, Den?” the Goda Mang Dirman.
“Yes, that's all. Nothing else.” The young man looked. Pay attention to the old figure who has been familiar with nurturing him since childhood. “Indeed, Mamang thought what, hhmmm?”
“Nothing, Den,” replied Mang Dirman. “Maybe another female figure besides Neng Bunga, maybe?”
“Ah, Mamang could have. Don't think strangely, deh.”
“Hehehe. Just kidding, Den.”
Hanan smiled at the dikulum. “Iya, I know.”
“I know very well the properties of Aden. Exactly like the late Juragan boy, Mr. Juanda. Since marrying the female Nurse, Aden's mother, she has always loved her family. Never in the slightest did I hear a male master there playfully with another female. He was very loyal, and that all declined in Den Hanan. Also the goodness,” said Mang Dirman revealed the fragments of memories that had been experienced before Hanan was born.
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