Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 11
...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 11...
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“Yaa Allah, Neng,” Hanan said while holding back his laughter. As a man, he knew that Bunga might be beset with jealousy. “Why do you still question that?”
Pouty flowers. “What's wrong if I ask like that, Aa?” He asked the girl with an adorable look. Reply her lover softly, “Of course not, Neng. Aa's boyfriend has every right to ask me anything. Including that one earlier.”
“Keep why not directly answered?” Petite growing face Flowers with thin conical lips.
“Ooohh, would you like me to answer? All right,” Hanan said then and glanced towards Mang Dirman who occasionally sniffed seductively. “For me, the most beautiful woman there are only two people, Ning.”
“Tuh ‘kaaann Aa mah?” whinek Flowers. “Surely one of them was Dutch Noni, ‘kan?”
“Duh, briefly ...” Hanan toilet. “I haven't finished replying, Beautiful Net.”
“Dih, Aa.” Flower cheek skin instantly changed color upon hearing the last words of her lover. “Keep anyone?”
Hanan smiled sweetly, adding to his good looks as a young boy. “The first one was my own mother,” she replied deliberately slowing down to make Flowers look forward.
“Continue the second?” ask the girl impatiently.
“Eng want to know the second one?” Hanan deliberately teased and immediately embraced by his lover. “The second one was ... for sure .. is not Mang Dirman. Ha-ha!”
“Ha-ha-ha!” The old figure who was in control of the sado also laughed out loud.
“Dih, Aa mah,” whine back Flowers are more adorable and make Hanan more excited to continue to tick it. “The second one must be Miss Roos, yes?”
“Certainly no, Geulis,” timpal Hanan. “For me, Eng is prettier than any woman, except my own mother.”
“Long ...”
“If I were lying, I would not have sent the letters to Neng Bunga, but to her son, Mr. Guus. He-he.”
“Ih, Aa!”
“Again, why did Neng ask like that?” ask Hanan further. “What because Nng listened to my and Mom's chat earlier?”
Flowers are embarrassed. The rest of the hue on the girl's cheeks still seemed to be imprinting. “I just feel curious about your story earlier, Aa,” the answer sounds soft.
“Oh, so?” Hanan. “I accidentally met Miss Roos in the middle of the road. He fell off the horse and could not go home. So from, I drove Mr. Guus' daughter home to his house.” He glanced at Mang Dirman. “If Neng does not believe, Neng can ask Mang Dirman. Isn't that right, Mang?”
Mang Dirman replied while looking over, “True, Neng Bunga. We felt sorry if we didn't help Miss Roos at the time. Time just left out, anyway? He-he.”
“Well, Neng has heard ‘kan, what did Mang Dirman say just now?” Hanan wanted to convince the heart of Bunga.
The flowers slowly.
“Now Want to ask what else?”
The girl shook her head. She started smiling again beautifully. “I'm just worried about you, Aa,” said Bunga.
“Worry about what?” The young man was able to ascertain what his lover would discuss. In essence, he was just being engulfed in sheer jealousy. “Worried my heart was taken by another woman? There's tuh, Neng. I fell in love with Ceu Odah, Ceu Enok, and Ceu Ijah. Hi-hi-hi.”
“Ha-ha-ha!” Mang Dirman again chuckled on the coachman bench.
“Ih, Aa mah heureuy wae,” exclaim Bunga while pinching Hanan's arm. “Sebony!”
Towets!
“Aduh, very sick, Neng,” ringis Hanan feign pain.
“Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!”
Mang Dirman again coughed falsely. ‘Gusti Nu Agung .. I so want to return young,’ to the old figure and suddenly remembered his late wife.
“God willing, Ning,” Hanan added back. “I will not be able to switch hearts other than just with Eneng.” He looked into the eyes of the Flower with a bias full of love. “We have been betrothed by our parents since childhood and I love Enng very much from the past until now. I can't betray the promise, because my late father was warning me when he was alive.”
Flowers bowed.
“Neng trust ‘kan on Aa?” ask Hanan.
The girl nodded.
Imbuh again Hanan asserted, “Insyaa Allah also .. if everything is ready, we will get married soon, Neng. For a while, we need to be patient first. Besides, I also ‘kan just graduated through education. I want to practice this existing knowledge, to serve and devote to the community.”
“I believe in you, Aa,” said Flowers finally.
“Makanya, Neng do not be jealous continue.”
“Iya, Aa. I'm sorry, yes.”
“Yes, it's okay. If Neng is jealous, it means that it's a sign that you really love me.”
“Aa!”
Towets!
“Aaahhh .. it hurts so much, Neng! Hi-hi-hi!”
Flowers sneered in a spoiled style. Then the two young men threw shy smiles at each other.
The atmosphere turned cheerful and was no longer as stiff as before. Hanan and Bunga spoke to each other filled with jokes and laughter. Longing after a long time submerged, fully treated at that time. It is like repeating the old times when they were young.
“Mang, we look around the garden before going home, yes?” hanan said a while later. “I want to take a short walk there.”
“Iya, Den,” replied Mang Dirman obediently.
“Dulu ... Dad used to take me to the garden,” Hanan said reminiscing about his past. “Learn picking and harvesting ripe spices.”
“But now, the saung that is on the plantation next to wetan is no longer there, Den,” said Mang Dirman told.
“Loh, why, Mang? When I have not left for Jakarta, the saung is still there.” Hanan's eyebrows shot up.
“Iya, but a few months after that, the saung over there burned, Den.”
“Burned? Why can that be?”
“I don't know myself, Den,” replied Mang Dirman. “Well, after the incident, his father's lawyer Aden ... fell ill.”
“Iya, if I know about it. Before tilar world, Dad did have a few weeks suffering from pain,” said Hanan spontaneously remembered at that time. He still had to continue his education and could not accompany the late Juanda in the last moments of his life. “But regarding that burning saung, no one spoke. Until I left for Jakarta again. Weird ...”
“No idea, Den,” timpal Mang Dirman. “Just after the incident, in this village a lot of sudden events.”
“Nothing,” replied the girl while shaking her head. “Do we not have to postpone the trip to your family's garden, Aa? At least not in the afternoon like now. Maybe tomorrow morning or noon.”
“Loh, why? Today is not so late, kok,” said Hanan directly his mind wondered. “Continue about the sudden incident according to Mang Dirman earlier, what does it mean, Mang?”
“On that, later we will talk at home, Den,” replied Mang Dirman while looking around the situation around the place. “But in my opinion, there is a truth to what Neng Bunga said earlier. We'd better go home, Den. Worried, we're coming home close to evening.”
“Just for a minute, Mang. I just want to look around for a moment.”
“Good, Den.”
Sado then drove a bit faster towards the road that leads to the plantation area owned by the late Juragan Juanda. Once there, Hanan immediately descended and gazed around the vastness of the land. It looks so different. Like less managed and overgrown with tall grass.
“Yes, Allah!” the young man was astonished. “How can this happen? This plantation used to be so beautiful neatly arranged. Rarely do you let thatch grow wild fill this land.”
“Indeed the situation is now like this, Den,” timpal Mang Dirman so down with Flowers from above sado.
“Terus ... Where are the workers on this plantation now, Mang? Do they no longer work here or―”
“They moved to work on his plantation Mr. Guus, Den,” replied Mang Dirman somewhat choked.
“What? Since when?” Hanan surprised.
Before replying, Mang Dirman glanced first at the Flower. “Since this plantation is abandoned and can no longer produce, Den.”
Hanan's forehead was furrowed to hear the old figure's words. “Why can that be? I don't understand at all and this I just heard since leaving this village first,” he said while shaking his head in disbelief. “Mother herself never said anything about this. I think, everything is fine after Dad left first.”
Hanan looked back at his plantation area.
“We'd better go home―”
Tukas Hanan quickly before Mang Dirman finished speaking, “In the meantime, Mang. I see like there's someone there.”
“Where, Den?” asked Mang Dirman immediately felt anxious. Same with Flowers.
“It! There! Near the jackfruit tree!”
“Maybe a wild boar, Den. We'd better―”
“No! I have to make sure first, whether it is a forest animal or a human.”
“Do not, Den! Dangerous!”
“Aa, no!”
Free of charge, after leaving the Flower to Mang Dirman, the young man immediately rushed to the designated place earlier. He settles himself among the tall grass.
“Yaa Allah, Mommy! How's this?” flowers are worried.
“Fine Flowers quickly go up to sado right now,” said Mang Dirman hurriedly asked the girl.
“But Mang, Aa Hanan―”
“Quick up, Ning!”
Flowers rushed back up to the top of sado. His heart was filled with great anxiety. He was very concerned about the safety of his girlfriend.
In those moments, there was the sound of someone shouting from a distance. “Hey, who are you? Don't run!”
“Den Hanan!”
...SERIATE...
Word statement :
Mah : meaningful download ‘sih’, ‘ini’, or also ‘itu’.
Geulis: beautiful
Heureuy: joking
Wae: continues (something added or repeated)
Gusti Nu Agung: Almighty God
Saung: hut
Location: east
World of death: died