Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 40

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 40...

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"It turns out to be true of my previous conjecture, Mang," Hanan said while on his way home from Kang Juna's residence. "Mr Guus did a series of sneaky acts to destroy Dad's plantation business, first."

Mang Dirman fell silent while focusing on running sado. Without even revealing it, the old man had actually known about it long ago. Unbeknownst to Hanan, this old man often grimaced while holding his chest.

"But ... I don't know what it means that he has to do such an act of disrespect to Dad? Is it because they are still grudging with their past when they were young?" Hanan wondered. "O, yes .. before we went to Kang Juna's house, Mamang had said .. Mamang felt strange about the incident on the plantation owned by Dad. About, what did Mamang feel first, Mang?"

Mang Dirman cleared his throat a few times before replying. Breathe a few times to simply loosen the stifling lung cavity. Until then, in a cautious tone of voice, the old man said, "Uummhhh, I mean that .. uummhhh, as well as some plantations belonging to others, but not to his plantation Mr. Guus, Den. Isn't that weird?"

"O, huh? How did that happen, Mang?" Hanan tried to digest Mang Dirman's words, but it seemed a bit difficult to understand logically; how could it be?

The sado driver snorted. "That's what I didn't understand until now, Den. So too with Ayahanda Aden," he replied worriedly. "To the extent ... Juragan at that time, had intended to ask for help from someone, but never delivered."

Hanan. "Someone?" tanyanya. "Mamang means ... Who is that person, Mang?"

Mang Dirman's face turned a little wry as soon as he got the question from his employer's son. "He …." It sounded a bit disinclined as the man replied, but his voice swallowed as he mentioned this last sentence, "His Master."

The two eyebrows of the youngster suddenly linked together, followed by narrowed eyelids. "I mean Mamang .. Ki Sendang Waruk?"

"Yes, who else?" said Mang Dirman fierce. "Only he was the one who had been close to the Prophet and trusted him. But ... until the death of Ayahanda Aden, then Ki Sendang Waruk showed the trunk of his nose. I don't know where he was when he was needed by the late Boy Scout?"

"Perhaps because Ki Endang was busy with his struggles in other areas, Mang," Hanan muttered trying to think straight. "Don't Ki Sendang Waruk really go along with those fighters, Mang? It could be for that reason, so he did not have time to pay attention to the condition of Father at that time."

Mang Dirman snorted. He continued, "Yes, I hope so, Den." His tone sounded somewhat flat, without any expression. "But as a friend, can you forget just like that? At least there are certain times to visit each other or how is it possible?"

For a moment, the young man stared at the old man's back from his seat. Mang Dirman's last sentence was just, exactly the same as what he thought Hanan had, after listening to the story of his father's death. 'As a friend ….'. An ambiguous statement aka taxa.

'Mang Dirman's attitude towards Ki Sendang Waruk, not once did this look strange, ' Hanan thought. 'Several times I noticed, it seemed as if he was harboring a sense of worry. Could it mean that there was still something else he was hiding from me? Is that possible? What's the real thing?'

Then, the young man recalled the conversation with Kang Juna a few moments ago, just before Hanan came home after helping to treat his young son.

Kang Juna said at the time, "To be honest, Den, my little heart always screams. Up until now, I felt very guilty for the late Juragan Boys. I feel like a traitor to a man as good as Juragan Juanda, Den. For this reason, I decided to stop working on Mr. Guus' estate a few days ago or rather after Aden caught me the other day."

"So, where do you work now?" hanan asked softly to hear the man's words.

Kang Juna replied, "If Aden allows it, I want to go back to work on Aden's estate now."

Hanan smiled faintly. Not that it does not appreciate the goodwill of the figure, but there are some things that make him not accept new workers for the time being.

"Now it's the dry season, Kang," Hanan explained. "A lot of my family's farmland is abandoned. Water is hard to get for—"

"It was because of Mr. Guus, Den," said Kang Juna. This time only the man ventured to raise his head and face the figure he was reluctant to.

"I mean Akang?" asked Hanan was surprised, as well as smelling new scents will get additional news about the problems he was thinking about since arriving in this Sundajara Village.

Kang Juna replied as he turned towards Mang Dirman who was on the sado, not far from the position of the two of them at that time, "Mr. Guus did deliberately close the flow of water to the rice fields and plantations owned by the Male Juragan. Especially in dry seasons like today."

"What?" Hanan's shock was becoming more and more. Not expecting at all that irrigation built during Mr. Hansen served —dulu— in the village, in fact, is now used arbitrarily by Mr. Guus. It is impossible if without a certain intention, there must be something that has been or is being planned by the Dutch man, he thought brain-twisting.

'That's true, Mr. Guus did have a certain intention for Father long ago' Hanan said inwardly. 'But what motive did he have, to the point of having to make trouble for Dad's plantation?'

"Den, we've arrived" Mang Dirman said. Hanan smiled faintly, then replied, "I know, Mang."

Then Hanan immediately went down and hurried to set foot on the porch of the house. The door is tightly closed and locked.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Assalaamu'alaikum" Hanan said, asking to open the door.

Not long after the answer was heard from inside, "Wa'alaikumussalaam," the sound of a deadbolt was rotated, and the door was wide open. A face appeared with an anxious look. Her mother's.

"Hanan .. ah, thank goodness. Finally you go home too, son," said Sumiarsih as he pulled his son's arm to enter the house immediately. "Mom thinks you're going anywhere. I'm so worried about you."

"I'm sorry, Mom. Hanan helped one of the residents first" Hanan said, closing the door again. "Kang Juna's son is sick."

"Oohhh …." Sumiarsih. "Keep, Which Flower? Not staying again?" He was astonished because the girl in question was not seen with his son.

"No, ma'am," the young man replied, shaking his head. "He wants to stay at his house first with Ki Endang."

"O, yes, that's it, then" said the old woman who still looked beautiful and attractive. After taking a deep breath, he continued, "So there's Mr. Guus here, son."

"What's? Sir Guus came here? What's he gonna do?" Wondering Hanan was accompanied by his shock.

Sumiarsih replied slowly, "Okay, Mother herself does not know. Because, Mother refused when she asked to come in. Mother said, there are only women at home. While you and Mang Dirman are out. But I didn't say you two went to the Flower House."

The young man frowned. "Terus ... How next?" tanyanya. "Did Master Guus say something?"

Sumiarsih nodded, then replied, "Yes, son. He said he'd come back here tomorrow."

"just that? Nothing else, Mom?" Hanan asked curiously. Still curious. Does Mr Guus' arrival have anything to do with what happened last afternoon? The commotion between Mang Dirman and Ki Praja. There could be something else to look out for. Since Hanan knew now, the reddish-skinned man had a myriad of cunning wits to keep approaching his mother. Maybe ... maybe, thought the young man.

"Yes. That's it" Sumiarsih said short. But at a glance from the look of the woman's face, there is still a picture of anxiety struck her feelings. "O, yes ... You haven't eaten yet, son? I've prepared dinner for you at the table in the kitchen. Better eat there, before it gets cold."

Hanan. Actually that's not what he wants right now. But his curiosity about the past of the nearby figure was with Master Guus.

"Hanan wants to eat if I accompany her," said the boy making conditions. A reason was deliberately proposed to invite his mother to talk. "Mom wouldn't mind, would you?"

Sumiarsih smile. "Of course, son. Why not?" he said he was also provoked by Hanan's bait. "By the way, I haven't eaten yet, son. Deliberately waiting for your return from earlier."

"Astaghfiullah!" hanan exclaimed in shock as well as pity. "Why don't you eat first. Don't wait for Hanan like that, ma'am. If you're sick, how?"

"It's okay," Sumiarsih replied softly, "Mom just wants to be with Mom often." The bias in the eyes of the woman looks so sincerely loving. "O, yes ... Have Mang Dirman eat with us, huh?"

'The Dirman? Ah, the presence of the Mamang will actually disperse my plan to have a conversation with Mother, ' said the boy. But inevitably, he had to obey his mother's orders.

So Hanan immediately looked for Mang Dirman at the stables. The place is usually where the old man spent time at those times. Taking care of the horse before being left to rest the night.

"Mang ..." call Hanan looking for Mang Dirman there. But that figure is not visible. While the horse is still tied strongly with sado. "Mangs? Where's mamang?" back to the young man. "We ate the mall .. yes, God! Mang Dirman's!"

The old figure turned out to be —found— was lying on the floor of the horse stable.

"Astaghfirullaahal'adziim! Mang Dirman's!"

...SERIATE...