Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 10
...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 10...
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By late afternoon, Hanan plans to wander around the village atmosphere in the long abandoned village of Kedawung. Accompanied by Bunga and Mang Dirman, they ride sado down the barren land streets.
“Do you not have to wait until tomorrow, son?” sumiarsih asked as Hanan asked her mother's permission to leave the house. “At least, you need to rest after traveling far.”
Answer Hanan insisted, “As long as you are on the train, Hanan sleeps more, Mom. It seemed that alone was enough for Hanan to rest. Long ago this village was abandoned, Hanan longed to look back, Bu.”
Sumiarsih smiled, then said, “You are very similar to your father, son. If you want, always keep forcing yourself to get it.”
“He-he-he. Hanan ‘kan son Father and Mother. Must be similar to both, Mom?” ask the young man.
“Can you, son,” timpal Sumiarsih while smiling knot. “Awas, be careful on the road. Don't go all the way, huh? Especially accompanied by Flowers.”
“Iya, Ma'am,” Hanan and Bunga answered almost simultaneously.
“Keep, don't be too late to go home too, son. Pamali, if according to Mother's parents first,” Sumiarsih message back.
“Insyaa Allah, Ma'am. Just pray. Hanan will take care of Neng Bunga with all his heart Hanan,” said the young man, making the skin of the face red metered flowers.
Similarly, when sado was getting ready to go, did not forget Sumiarsih exclaimed at Mang Dirman.
“Muhun, Juragan,” replied the old man while nodding his head once as a sign of respect.
“We leave first yes, Mom. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Iya., Children. Wa’alaikum salaam.”
A moment Sumiarsih looked at the sado controlled by Mang Dirman, carrying both beloved figures; Hanan and Bunga. Until it slowly disappeared in the shade of trees that grow along the roadside, then the old woman moved back into the house.
Hanan and Bunga sat face to face on their backs by Mang Dirman who was busy curbing the horse's theme. The sado rate is deliberately driven as slow as possible to reduce shocks on the bumpy road footing.
Occasionally Bunga also tossed and pushed forward, at that time Hanan deftly held it.
“Awas, Ning. Hold on,” said Hanan while blocking the arms of Flowers so as not to fall in sado. Instantly, the face of the beautiful girl met red with shy smiles and quickly released the handle of her lover's fingers. “Thank you, Aa,” he said with a downcast face to hide the hue in the face.
“Ehem!” Mang Dirman sneered as he peered from the small mirror attached to the left side of the front sado. The old man's smile instantly burst out, splitting the creased lines of his cheeks.
Hanan and Bunga both glanced at the figure in front, then the two threw each other a knotty smile.
“It looks like there are many gardens left barren huh, Mang?” Hanan tried to divert the still stiff atmosphere between him and the Flower. Don't know what to start, because there's another person there. Mang Dirman's.
“Halodo, Den. It has been raining for a long time,” replied Mang Dirman. “Citizen wells too, many are drought.”
“But the time on the way home earlier, next to the kulon it looks like the rice fields and plantations are flourishing, Mang,” Hanan said again as he circled his gaze around the area of nature that they were passing through.
“That's government-owned land, Den, which is managed under the supervision of Mr. Guus,” Mang Dirman replied without looking back one bit. He remained focused on watching the path that would pass.
“Master Guus his papa Miss Roos that?” Hanan immediately remembered the tall man who had met him this afternoon when he drove Roosje home. Reply Mang Dirman, “Truely, Den. He who holds the authority in this Kedawung Village area.”
Flowers glance for a moment as soon as his lover mentions the name of Mr. Guus Van Der Kruk's daughter earlier. Then turn your eyes in the other direction accompanied by a wry look.
“Loh, why can that be? Didn't Mr Hansen once make an irrigation canal for the water distribution in this village?” Hanan's eyebrows suddenly lifted up a sign of thinking astonishment.
Mang Dirman. “That's how our village is today, Den,” he said softly. “Very different compared to when Mr. Hansen still holds authority here.”
“What's going on right now, Mang? Is Mr Guus no better than Mr Hansen?”
“Ssttt ...” Mang Dirman turned his head for a moment while crossing his index finger in the middle of his lip line. “Do not talk out loud when it comes to the figure of the Meneer that one, Den.”
Hanan again asked in a swallowing voice almost in the form of a whisper, “What exactly?”
“Let's talk more if you've returned home, Den,” whispered Mang Dirman while circling the view around the place. It looks like I'm watching something. “Speaking here is very dangerous and prone.”
“What's up, Aa? Why are you looking at me like that?” ask the girl confused.
“Eng also did not tell me at all, Neng,” Hanan said. “Why?”
For a moment, the Flower seemed hesitant to answer. He glanced for a moment towards Mang Dirman. Maybe ask the old man's figure for help to explain. But what is expected is not obtained. Finally, the girl tried to say even though it was quite short. “Didn't she already explained Aa's mother?”
“Iya, I know. Then, the reason Eneng was the same as Mother said earlier?”
Flowers down. On the one hand he felt guilty, but whatever he did was indeed on the basis of a request from Sumiarsih himself.
“Mother asked me not to write much about the conditions here, Aa. Because I am worried, it will affect your concentration in Jakarta,” said Bunga with a sorry look. “Actually, I myself want to tell you a lot, but I already promised Mom. I'm sorry, Aa. I realize, one time, you will definitely question this. The proof is now, happening, right?”
“Iya, I understand that, Neng. I'm sorry too, yes,” Hanna said hurriedly realizing her error. “I'm very grateful, because you have kept your promise to Mother. Frankly, I appreciate it and admire it a lot from you, Neng.”
The two of them smile at each other. Liquefy the atmosphere that was originally frozen, become warm again and know where they should start talking.
“I want to ask you, Aa. Can not?”
“Ya, Allah .. of course you can, Neng,” replied Hanan enthusiastically and looking forward to the question of what will be asked by his lover.
“Thank you, Aa,” welcome Spring, then continue to ask again. “According to you, is Miss Roos beautiful?”
Hanan surprised. Even to gawk so get a sentence of such questions from Flowers.
“Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!”
Mang Dirman also coughed while holding the reins of his horse.
...SERIATE...
Word Description :
Pamali: An unwritten rule of heredity and advised not to be broken.
Keukeuh : Clamor
Muhun: Well/Yes
Halodo : Drought
Kulon : West