Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 16

...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 16...

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Meanwhile at another time, at the Sumiarsih family residence, deserted had started greeting almost all the residents of the house. Hanan and Mang Dirman are still awake, sitting on the back porch while enjoying a warm drink before midnight arrival.

"Don't be too late to sleep, son," Sumiarsih said to the boy alone, before moving to the place of the contest. "Have enough rest and be able to wake up before dawn."

"Yes, Mom. Hanan just wanted to chat for a while with Mang Dirman," Hanan said as he glanced at the old figure sitting not far from him.

"Yes, already. But remember, you're still working on qiyamullail, right?" ask her mother to make sure. Hanan replied with a smile, "Of course, dear Mother. Insha Allah, Hanan will always try to keep that. As I used to tell Hanan from childhood."

Sumiarsih smiled happily. "Alhamdulillah, thank goodness. I'm so happy to hear that, son. May you remain faithful in worship, and always ask for protection only in the Gusti of Allah."

"Sure, Mom. Teu aya deui nu kedah diangranan, iwal ti Gusti Allah. Father said so," said Hanan immediately greeted the cheerful smiles of Sumiarsih and Mang Dirman.

(There is no deity except the Lord God)

"Then I go to bed first, okay?" said the old woman who is over 40 years old but still looks young and beautiful, saying goodbye. Previously, he glanced at Mang Dirman, then continued to argue, "Tell Mamang tuh, smoking is not good for health."

Mang Dirman who was busy rolling tobacco taning1 into a roll of dried kawung2 leaves, spontaneously turned his head.

"Ah, this Nurse," he said embarrassedly.

Hanan glanced towards Mang Dirman.

"Remember loh, Mang," said Sumiarsih, "Mamang is now the closest person to our doctor. So inevitably, you have to reduce smoking. Thank goodness it stopped altogether. He-he."

"Yes, Juragan. I will try to stop" Mang Dirman replied, but still continue to make the cigarette ingredients.

Sumiarsih. "Tuh, so Mamang mah, Doctor Son. If told, the answer would be like that."

Hanan chimed in, "Let it be Hanan's job to remind her, Mom."

"Well, you heard that, didn't you, Mang? Directly supervised by Nak Doctor, you know," said Sumiarsih actually meant to joke.

"Yes, Mom, yeah."

Hanan and Mang Dirman smiled. Then not long, Sumiarsih rushed to leave the two of them on the back porch of the house.

"Do you want me to make a new coffee?" hanan asked as soon as he saw the coffee glass in front of the old figure had been stirred up since before. Of course, it was intended that Mang Dirman was not immediately sleepy and willing to accompany the young man to talk.

"Don't, Den. Let me make it myself," replied Mang Dirman hurriedly picked up the glass from his coffee water earlier. "Or Den Hanan who would like me to brew a warm drink wedang ginger, Den?"

"Don't, Mang. Let me be alone."

"No need, Den. Here I make it, huh?"

"Don't! Come here, I'll just!"

"Not really, ah! Me!"

Finally without anyone willing to budge, the two men of different ages both rushed to the kitchen, making their own drinks.

"Astaghfirullah .. Den Hanan! Mang Dirman's!

Mang Dirman and Hanan turned their heads.

"Ceu Odah?"

"Yes, Allah .. meuni reuwas me, Ceu," exclaimed Hanan almost dropped her glass handle. "Astaghfirullahal'adziim …."

(Absolute surprise)

Mang Dirman. "Next time if you want to appear it, first knock the door or say hello, Ceu," his grunts annoyed. "Don't just come. Apanan so it was thought there was a sighting of jurig, Ceu."

Hanan giggled amusedly.

"Ih, Mamang mah likes to be so talkative," said Ceu Odah while putting on a frown. "When there's a geulis ghost like this? Yes, Den Hanan?"

Hanan's reply was accompanied by a mesam-mesem, "Muhun, Ceu. Leres the pisan."

Excited Mang Dirman later, "Eh, Ceu Odah. Now I call Den Hanan to be changed to Den Doctor."

"Ah, is that right, Mang?" ask Ceu Odah semringah.

"Well," replied Mang Dirman. "So, the Women's Magician, called Den Hanan the 'Doesn' Doctor', you know. Yeah, right, Den?"

"Ah, Mamang could have," said Hanan. "It doesn't need to be like that. The usual greeting as already, Mang. It's much more familiar. He-he."

Mang Dirman sneered. "Biasalah ... humbled," he said, pointing to Hanan using the tip of his lips and the corner of his eye.

Ceu Odah giggled cutely at the old man's attitude.

"Keep Ceu Odah himself, now, what do you want to go to the kitchen?" Mang Dirman asked.

Still laughing, Ceu Odah replied, "No, Mang. I heard a ting kolotrak sound in the kitchen. I guess there's a cat, the year Mamang with Den Hanan .. uh, Den Doctor."

Mang Dirman gave two thumbs up to Ceu Odah who was willing to change the greeting to their employer's son.

Hanan could only shake his head with a funny smile watching the two.

"Do you want me to help you make it, Den-Mang?" Ceu Odah offers help.

Hanan replied, "No need. Euceu just got back to bed in the room. Let this be a man's business. He-he."

"But—"

"Eh, the Flower is asleep, isn't it?" hanan asked.

"No, Den. Can I help you get Flowers too?"

"Eh, no. Leave the Flowers in the room. If you can, go to sleep immediately," said Hanan. "Pity him, since the incident met Nyai Kasambi, the Eneng so a little traumatized."

Ceu Odah and Mang Dirman spontaneously fell silent. They also felt the same way, after Hanan retold about the event at night.

"Yes, it's already mah, Den," said Ceu Odah revealed. "The flowers tell me to move just stay here. Than in his house alone. 'Kan, can room with me."

Mang Dirman suddenly glared at the woman. He gave the code in a way to show himself. Pointing the figure of Hanan and Bunga, then raising the width of the palm accompanied by a movement to the left-right, continue to associate the two index fingers. Ceu Odah understood immediately.

"All of you accelerated her wedding plans, Den," added Ceu Odah. "Let it be halal and roomy. Hi-hi."

Plaque!

Mang Dirman patted his forehead hard. "Ouch!" he was shocked himself.

For a moment Hanan who was busy brewing ginger wedang, turned to Mang Dirman, then changed towards Ceu Odah. "God willing. Help pray, Mang-Ceu. He-he," the young man blushed. "Hopefully the Gusti of God has the hope of all of us."

"Aamiin ..." said Ceu Odah and Mang Dirman almost simultaneously.

Hanan just smiled in response to the words of one of the workers in his mother's family.

"Pity, Den," said Ceu Odah has not yet been revealed. "The flower is an orphan. Living alone in the home of his late parents. Even Den Hanan time in Jakarta, Neng Bunga often stay here."

Hanan replied, "Yes. I know it. My own mother asked, really."

"Oh, yes? He-he. Forgot me."

Mang Dirman sneered at Ceu Odah.

"What's up, Mang?" hanan asked after preparing his drink. "From yesterday Mamang played the codes directly with Ceu Odah. Mommy fancies?"

"Hhhh …." Now it's Ceu Odah's turn to sneer amusedly.

The old man was staring. "How did Aden know?" ask wondered.

"I know from this, Mang," Hanan replied pointing to a row of bright yellowish spoons neatly arranged on the table.

"Hooahhh!" Mang Dirman was surprised and realized it now. Shame, no need to ask. So he quickly invited Hanan back to the back porch. Leaving the figure of Ceu Odah who did not stop giggling.

"Lumayan, Mang," Hanan joked. "From Mamang at home continue to grow. He-he."

"Ih, no, Den. Later every time I talk, I am sprayed continuously" said Mang Dirman. "So of course, Ceu Odah when he talks, his jigongs squirt constantly, Den."

"Huussa! Can't be, ah!"

"Hi-hi-hi!"

"He-he-he!"

...SERIATE...

Remarks :

Taning tobacco is a type of original tobacco leaf, still wet, and has not been mixed with other cigarette materials.

Kawung leaves are dried palm leaves that are used as tobacco wrapping material for smoking.

Atuh : That's why.

Ujug-ujug : Suddenly.

Apanan : That's why.

Date : ~nya (load).

Mah : This/it (reload).

Geulis : Beautiful.

Jurig : Ghost

Muhun : Yes.

Leres pisan: That's right.

Ting kolotrak : Fussy voices.

Ucing: Cat

Marengkeun : Accomplish.