Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 18

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 18...

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"What's up, Mang?" tanya Hanan also stood up and looked at the direction that was being watched by Mang Dirman.

The old man replied, "Come on, Den. Looks like someone's hiding behind that tree." He pointed towards the grove of trees in front of him. Not too far away, but if made to hide and eavesdrop on their conversation, it could still be heard.

"Ah, maybe just a wild animal, Mang," Hanan said thoughtfully.

"Hopefully so, Den," Mang Dirman replied with a still cautious heart. "Aden wait here, I'll check there."

"Don't, Mang!" prevent Hanan hurriedly blocking the old man's arm. "It's dangerous, because it's night and dark. We better get inside the house. Let's check the place out tomorrow morning."

"Just for a second, Den. I'm curious."

"Don't! Tomorrow only!"

"But, Den …."

Hanan pulled Mang Dirman's arm to enter the house immediately. "We don't know what's ahead there. What if it was someone who meant evil. Come on, get in!" he said back to force. Then quickly close the door and lock tightly. Installing a transverse wooden beam as a door leaf holder.

"Dent …."

"What's up, Mang?" Hanan turned his head towards Mang Dirman who was still standing glued by the door. "Come on, get some sleep. Tomorrow we resume our conversation, taking me around the village."

"Y-yes, I know, Den. B-but …."

"But what else, Mang?" Hanan looked at him in wonder. "Tomorrow Mamang will drive me?"

"Of course, Den," Mang Dirman replied looking puzzled. "But ...my room is out there in the back."

Hanan.

"For tonight, Mamang sleeps in my room only."

"Huhhhh?!"

"Why is it that kind of shock?"

"I slept with Aden?" The old man's eyes turned big. Surprised is incredible. "Don't, Den. Let me—"

"When I was a child, Mamang was used to accompany me to sleep. In the same room, too," Hanan said as he approached and pulled Mang Dirman's arm to follow him into the bedroom. "Come, Mang. Don't hesitate. I am now, still the same as I was."

"I-iya, Den, but the condition is now different," Mang Dirman hesitated. "Aden is no longer a child."

Hanan stopped the move. Looking back at the old man, he continued saying, "Thank you I am still a Hanan who is still snot, Mang. Hanan that Mamang already considered like Mamang's own child. Still remember no? Mamang used to say that before I went to sleep. Remember, right?"

"S-I remember that, Den," replied Mang Dirman accompanied by a smile as he remembered the times in question. "Yes, Allah .. It felt like just yesterday we were living."

"Come, we're sleeping."

Kreek!

The sound of the door startling the two of them. Spontaneous Hanan and Mang Dirman turned their heads towards the origin of the sound. Coming from the room ….

"Mother?" exclaim Hanan.

"Oh, Juragan apparently," muttered Mang Dirman while retreating behind Hanan.

Sumiarsih came out of her room. He looked at the two men with faint eyes and looked still sleepy. "Mother woke up to the sound of someone screaming" said the forty-year-old, but still beautiful, figure. "Is that Mang Dirman?"

Hanan looked back for a moment, then looked back at his mother. "Rubber, Mother. It was Mang Dirman" he replied slowly.

"Oohhh, what's wrong?" ask Sumiarsih curious.

"There's nothing, Mom. Maybe Mang Dirman thinks there's an animal out there. Therefore, spontaneously shouted," replied Hanan trying to make his mother calm. "Isn't that so, Mang?" asked the young man while poking Mang Dirman's arm silently.

"I-iya, Den-Juragan," replied the old man still bowed.

"Oohhh, hhmmm," deham Sumiarsih slowly, but the look in his eyes noticed Mang Dirman's attitude. "O, yes .. I forgot to remind you, son."

"Well, what's up, Mom?"

Sumiarsih glanced for a moment towards the kitchen space. "It's not good to linger outside late at night, let alone back there. It's best if you want to chat with Mang Dirman, just choose inside. In the living room or in your own room, son."

"Well, why, Mom?" Hanan began to be astonished.

Mang Dirman was surprised.

"Astaghfirullah .. forgive me, Juragan," he replied as he apologized. "S-I was really khilaf about that scourge from the Magistrate. I'm sorry, Juragan. Again I apologize."

"Hhmmm," deham Sumiarsih shook his head. "Every mamang often forgets not to be reminded."

"I'm sorry, Juragan," Mang Dirman said back until slouching to make an apology.

"Steams?" Hanan was confused. "What is this talk about? Hanan really did not understand. You're hiding something from Hanan, ma'am?"

"No, Son. There is nothing," replied Sumiarsih suddenly acting like feeling wronged. "Ah, I want to go back to sleep, son. Mom's sleepy."

"Yes, Mom."

"You both need to get some sleep, too. Don't talk till late."

"Yes, Mom."

Hanan thought for a moment, 'This is getting weird. It seems like she is hiding something from me. Obviously, the words of the Mother were about the wejangan and meawanti, it seemed to mean that something had happened here ... in this house ... or around our residence.'

"Dent …."

'Even a Mang Dirman seemed reluctant to tell me the truth. Did Mom really forbid Mang Dirman to speak the truth? Mang Dirman's attitude seemed to be covering up and often shifted the direction of the conversation between our chat earlier.'

"Dent …."

'Not only against Mang Dirman, ' Hanan thought increasingly long guessed, 'Flower is also so. Whenever asked and talked about the questions, he rarely said much.'

"Den Hanan .. uh, Den Doctor," called Mang Dirman behind Hanan. "Say the Nurse also earlier, Aden was told to go to bed soon, Den. It's almost midnight."

A moment later, the young man stood looking at Mang Dirman. He looked carefully at the figure who was bowed.

"Maybe I won't be much more wondering, if only not many also heard the conversation sentences between Mamang and Mommy just now," said Hanan so deeply. "I'll never force Mamang to come clean, but there's still another way I can go, Mang."

"Pardon me, Den. S-i—"

"Thank you Mamang for trying to protect and protect this family, but as a child, I feel I have the right to provide comfort for Mom and the others in this house."

"Dent …."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, Aden. I understand it very well. I'm so sorry, Den."

Hanan took a deep breath. "Yes, stop. Next time, maybe we can resume the conversation earlier huh, Mang?" he said it was just melting the atmosphere that suddenly felt frozen. "I noticed, Mamang had also started to get sleepy."

Mang Dirman raised his face.

"I'm not sleepy, Den. It's just rude to look at Aden while standing up and talking like this."

"Hi-hi-hi."

Hanan.

"Sorry, Mang. The last one just, it .. I was just kidding. Hi-hi."

"Ah, Aden could be," said Mang Dirman again look cheerful. "I'm afraid of Aden talking this seriously."

"Ruby, Mang. The times of people older than me, scolded? I'll be kualat later. Hi-hi."

There was a cry from inside Sumiarsih's room. "Naakkk, sleep. It's late tonight!"

"Yes, Mom!" sahut Hanan quickly replied. "The new Hanan is coming into the room, ma'am!"

"No, what do I say too. The director immediately reminded Aden," said Mang Dirman.

"Yes, already. Come on, let's go to sleep, Mang," welcome Hanan as soon as possible. "Besok noon ba'da prayers Dzuhur, we go around the village. All right, I also want to take turns to his house of the Head of the Order."

"God willing, Den. I'm ready to take you wherever Aden wants to travel."

"Where else?"

"Yes, Den. Anywhere."

"Entered to the plantation area yesterday?"

This time Mang Dirman did not immediately answer. Instantly the look of the old face turned grim. It's like a huge worry. Especially after meeting the figure of Nyai Kasambi before there.

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