Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 3
...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 3...
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“Oh, thank goodness someone came too finally. From earlier I was waiting for someone who passed by, but not a single one,” he said in a style of speech like most of the tongues of Europeans there.
Hanan slightly gasped. The woman was so beautiful. With green eyeballs, a pointed nose, and red lips. As soon as the young man got in control and continued asking, “There can I help, Miss?”
The woman again grimaced as she rubbed the joints on her feet. “I fell off a horse. It feels like this leg is sprained and hurts so much. I can't walk, so sit here waiting for someone to pass by. Lucky there ....”
“Hananta Adiswara's. Just call me Hanan,” said the young man introduced himself.
The woman continued saying, “O, yes ... Hanan. Thankfully, you passed by, Hanan. I don't know how to go home, while my horse goes somewhere.”
Hanan bowed. Trying to pay attention to the ankle that the woman was referring to. “Pardon me, if allowed ... I intend to check the condition of the foot Miss ...”
“Roosje Van Der Kruk.” The woman mentioned her full name with a hint of arrogance. Maybe you'd like to introduce which family he comes from.
“Alright, Miss Roosje Van Der-“
“You may call me Roosje only, or Rose,” Roosje interjected.
Hanan nodded. “Thank you, Miss Rose. Please permission to check Miss's ankle. Can?”
The woman thought for a moment. Until finally answered in doubt, “Originally you have no other meaning to me, Hanan.”
The man smiled. He understood Roosje's intentions just now. “Of course not, Miss. I just want to check it out a little bit. How?”
“Do it.”
“Thank you,” replied Hanan then slowly held onto Roosje's ankle full of caution. After a long period of incision and down the area in question, then continued to say, “Thank God, nothing too serious happened with Miss's feet. Just sprained a little, and need a break. In the next few days, it's likely to heal again, Miss Rose.”
Roosje looked at Hanan intently. “That's why? You sure?”
Hanan smiled without looking back at the green eyes of the woman. “I was just estimating, Miss. Another possibility could possibly be beyond what I said earlier.”
“Hhmmm ...” Roosje muttering. Ask then, “You're a healer? Or a shaman massage?”
Mang Dirman almost laughed over his sado hearing Roosje's question just now. Hanan tried not to react. Including a smile. The young doctor looked calm. “Not, Miss. I am nobody. Just to think about it, because it happens to be often asked by my mother to massage him.”
Again Mang Dirman held back his laughter that almost burst.
“Who's old geezer up there. I saw him repeatedly laughing at us,” Roosje said as he glanced. Feeling dislike the attitude shown by Mang Dirman earlier.
Hanan turned his head for a moment towards the old man. Blinked his eyes, gesturing for him not to show any reaction. Then looked back at Roosje who still showed dislike towards Mang Dirman. Answer Hanan then, “She's my friend, Miss. Coincidentally, I met in the middle of the road, and I hitchhiked with him to my house later. His name is Mang Dirman.”
“Friends?” Roosje smiled mockingly. “Your faces are very much different in age. How could someone as young as you befriend an old man like him?” Hanan tried to remain calm hearing Roosje's remarks. The young doctor's eyes closed with his breath. The woman continued saying, “After all, I see .. You are not like most of the people here. Looks clean and dapper. I thought, you are definitely not a villager here, ‘kan? I've never seen you before.”
“I have guessed,” sesah Roosje while looking at the look on Hanan's face. "Een knappe man ook. Ziet eruit als een hoogopgeleid persoon. De stijl van spreken is als mensen in stedelijke gebieden."
(Handsome as well as this man. Looks like a highly educated person. His style of speech is like those of urban areas.)
Hanan was silent at Roosje's muttering. He was busy massaging the woman's ankle.
“How now, Miss?” Hanan's voice broke the silence that momentarily came between them.
“About what?” tanya Roosje instantly regained consciousness after a long time looking at Hanan's face.
“Sickness in the ankle Miss.”
“Oohhh ..” Roosje. He's moving his legs. “Still hurts, but somewhat better than before.”
Hanan. “Maybe it's good that our Miss drove home. Miss can come with us on sado. That too, if Miss doesn't mind.”
“My horse?” Roosje circled the view around the place. Looking for a horse that is not visible there. Hanan looked back. Exactly looking at Mang Dirman who looked sour. “I promise, I will find it with my friend later. Hopefully soon found, yes, Miss?”
“I hope so too,” reply Roosje. “The horse gave my papa a birthday present a few weeks ago. I just tried to ride it today. If only I knew it would be like this, maybe I would never want to accept the horse's gift.”
Hanan smiled. “In my opinion, it is not good to refuse gifts from our loved ones. I mean, a gift for Miss from papa Miss. At least, if you have not been able to ride it, receiving a gift from him will of course make your heart happy, right?”
Roosje smile. Sweet. For the first time since they talked. “I do love my papa. Same with papa. But ... Hearing your words earlier, I feel very happy. Hanan's? That's your name, ‘kan?”
Hanan nodded.
“How? Come with us, Miss? Because there is no way we leave Miss alone in a place like this.” Hanan reminded me.
“Take me to the residence of Mr. Guus Van Der Kruk. You know the place, ‘kan?” Roosje tried to stand up very heartily while grimacing in pain.
Hanan thought for a moment. “I think, Mang Dirman must have known this village. Later he will show you the way.”
“You don't know my papa?”
“S-me ...”
“Same never knew Mr Guus?”
“I mean ...” Hanan tried to remember. But everything was suddenly dead. He could not answer, until Roosje shook his head. “I have guessed, you are indeed not a resident of this village.”
“I'm sorry, Miss. S-me ...”
“Already. Forgetit. Now, just take me home. I was afraid Papah was looking around if I did not return for a long time,” Roosje said as he tried to step up, but suddenly fell back into a daze. Fortunately, Hanan spontaneously held him back.
“Sorry, Miss. I don't mean ...” Hanan released his check on Roosje's waist. They were so close and close. Even almost the tip of the young man's nose touched the green-eyed woman's chest.
...SERIATE...