Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 41

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 41...

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Mang Dirman was found in the stables area in a fainting state. Hanan checked as soon as he saw it lying down, feeling his pulse and breathing. 'Ah, apparently ... just unconscious, ' the youngster murmured. 'But ... was this due to his fight last afternoon with Ki Praja? Yes, God! I have to check it more closely.'

Slowly Mang Dirman's body was moved to a cleaner and more comfortable place; on top of a pile of dried grass. Not how far from the position of the horse and sado who still stand upright there. Then stretched out the old man's body, fell asleep straight and blocked the area of the legs, so that blood circulation flows smoothly towards the head.

Hanan looked around the area to look around for materials that had strong odors and aromas. But found nothing. With the exception of a small bottle of wind oil stored in Mang Dirman's own pocket. 

'Aahhh, coincidentally ..' he returned after smelling the scent of the small bottle. 'Hopefully with this, Mang Dirman quickly came to his senses.'

Then the young man brought the bottle mouth closer to the nostril of Mang Dirman while doing small massages around his temple. Not long after that, the old man began to groan. Slowly his eyelids opened and looked at Hanan's figure intently.

"Den ..." call Mang Dirman slowly. Hanan smiled slightly as she replied, "Ah, thank goodness .. Finally Mamang suman too."

"W-what happened to me, Den?" mang asked Dirman confused himself and intended to wake up, but was held back by Hanan. 

"Stay lying down for a while, Mang," said the young man, closing the mouth of the bottle and putting it back in Mang Dirman's pocket. "Let the blood flow smooth first. Later if you feel better, Mamang can sit around for a while."

The old man nodded. Occasionally he twitched his eyelids to clarify his blurred vision. Then he asked again, "What happened to me, Den? Why I—"

"So I found Mamang collapsed here" Hanan said. "Now, rest first. We'll move into the house, okay?" he added, patting the old shoulder of Mang Dirman. "Wait a minute here, I want to remove the rope-strap Jalu first."

"Don't, Den!" exclaimed Mang Dirman hurriedly got up from his sleep. "Let me do it!"

"Don't ..." reject Hanan. "Mamang just sleep there. I can do it, do it."

But Mang Dirman insisted. He tried to get up staggered, approaching towards the horse and sado. "S-I'm feeling better now. Uhuk! Uhuk!" he said he coughed and momentarily felt his saliva turn salty and fishy. It must have been mixed with blood from the deep wound he was suffering from. But not once want to say it to the young figure there.

Hanan finally let Mang Dirman open the bridle ropes that twist the horse's body on the two beams extending in front of sado. Even with the footrest of the old man who was still a little shaken.

"Hanan ..." call one voice approaching suddenly, startling the two of them. 

Serempak Hanan and Mang Dirman turned towards the origin of the voice just now and saw a female figure that they already knew.

"Mother?" the young man said astonished. "Why did you come here, Mom?"

"Eh, Juragan ..." said Mang Dirman as he bowed respectfully.

Mang Dirman and Hanan threw eyes at each other. The two did not immediately answer, but were busy removing the straps of the body of Jalu.

"See, we'll take care of this first, ma'am. Not long, really," Hanan said later. "Mom just wait inside the house. It's cold in here, Mom."

Sumiarsih watched the two of them for a moment. Then chimed in, "Yes, already then. Waiting to be back in the kitchen, son? Don't forget, invite Mang Dirman to dinner."

"Yes, Mom," Hanan replied as she glanced at Mang Dirman. "It's over soon, too."

Sumiarsih left the castle area. Then Mang Dirman said slowly to his employer's child, after making sure Hanan's mother had really disappeared, "Den, whether Aden should not wonder directly to the Girl Scouts, she said, about what we talked about? Maybe Aden can get a better clue than relying on the story of Ki Sendang Waruk."

Hanan. "So too, I plan so, Mang," he said as he finished the job. "Especially .. earlier Mother said, if Mr. Guus had a visit here, when we went to the House of Flowers."

"What?" Mang Dirman was surprised. "Is that true, Den? What'd he want to come here? Does this have anything to do with what happened to me and the Praja this afternoon?"

Hanan replied somewhat hesitantly, "I myself cannot confirm it yet, Mang. But his arrival was rejected by Mother."

"declined? Meaning denied how yes, Den?" Curiosity suddenly struck the old man's heart.

"Because at that time, at home there were no us, me and Mang Dirman," Hanan replied looking back while thinking hard. "But .. it's better. From the past, I never wanted to receive any male guests, if there was no father or male from the family itself."

Mang Dirman mangosteen. "Aahhh, I understand that very well, Den," he said as he cleared up the work, separating the Jalu from the sado body. "Women are really shalihah. I am so impressed with him."

Hanan. For a moment he glanced at the figure of the old man. "Want to come to dinner with us?" tanyanya.

Mang Dirman replied, "No, Den. Thank ye. I still feel full with the banquet at his house Flower earlier." He immediately invited Hanan to come out of the palace and intended to close the doorstop. "Finely, Aden hurried over to the Women's Magician. I want to pray Isya and rest all night. Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Mang Dirman swallowed back the remaining salty and fishy saliva. He did not want his condition to be known by his employer's son.

Finally Hanan could only resign while shrugging his shoulders. "Yes, that's it, then," he said, but was happy too. Because his plan to talk with his mother can be done without the presence of Mang Dirman later. "But Mamang sure, don't come to dinner with us?"

Mang Dirman replied, "No, Den. Thank ye. Just take this time to figure out what Aden wanted all along. I haven't been able to help much." He locked the door of the stables with a big iron key. "I'm sorry, Den? To rest in the back room. If Aden needs anything, Aden wake me up."

"Yes, Mang," Hanan replied as he released the old man's figure to his room in the back. Then rushed back to the house, where his mother was waiting at the kitchen table.

Without them both realizing, from the beginning of Hanan and Mang Dirman's arrival in the house, someone settles behind the darkness. Stealing the talk, after previously launching a hidden attack on the figure of the horseman to cause him —fall— unconscious.

'Hhmmm, there's not much I can know about their conversation, ' the figure muttered visibly annoyed. 'But ... stealing a young man's conversation with his mother in there, it would be risky on its own. Do I have to go there too? Ah, the old Bangka coachman sado even did not join them! Goddamnit!'

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