Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 53

THE LOVE PASSION OF DUTCH NONI

Author by: David Khanz

Section 53

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It hit nature that day. As quiet as a large area of land surrounded by a grove of shrubs, growing wildly molt around the place.

The earth is raging, burning almost every plant and living thing entrenched on its surface through the sun's grill. Hot air was evenly distributed, spread carried by the breath of air gasping.

Meanwhile, a human figure was crouching quietly in front of a belly button, with eyes clenched, but the mouth was speaking in a whisper. He solemnly recited verse by temple the holy sentence accompanied by both palms looking up. As if reluctant to heed the burning embers from the sky that is busy roasting. 

A moment later, he said the word 'aamiin' while rubbing the palm of the hand to the face, ending the procession at the end of the prayer. His eyes look puffy, accompanied by a little remains of clear linangan in the eye fertilizers. Then look at the red earth mound that looks still not long, complete with two carved wooden stacks at both ends of the upper and lower boundaries.

That person is Hanan. The only son of the late Juanda and Sumiarsih. He was secluded, after running from the house earlier, shortly after venting emotions. His father's grave is the only place he goes to, to lament in his bitter longing.

"Dad ..." call the young man down. "I'm sorry Hanan, Dad. Just this time Hanan took the time to go back to visit Dad's grave." He wiped away the tear for a moment, before continuing the sentence. "May you be okay in the grave, huh, Dad? God put Father among the believers."

Then Hanan looked down deeply. Sobbing sedan in a heartbreaking cry.

"Hanan has become the person I expected. Hanan graduated and became a doctor, Dad," he said. "But Hanan is not fully dutiful yet, according to what Dad wanted first. Hanan is still confused, Dad. Hanan wants to take part in solving the problems that I have faced before. Hanan was sure, if Dad was still around, there would certainly be a lot of stories that I would like to tell Hanan, right?"

The broaches!

Suddenly it sounded like there was the sound of a dry twig being stepped on broken. Spontaneously the young man raised his head, looking for the direction the kerot had come from. But after circling the view, nothing suspicious was found.

"Who is that?" hanan asked jerking while rising from his squatting position earlier. "Who's there? Any people?"

As a doctor, Hanan was definitely used to mystic-scented things. But it is not an invisible creature that he is worried about, but it is a real form wrapped in evil intentions.

Hanan rushed over, approaching his horse which was deliberately left not far from the burial area. Then untie the rope and get ready to leave.

The broaches!

The kerot sound was heard again, followed by the appearance of someone from behind a shady tree. His figure was standing quietly while staring from a distance.

'A woman ..' thought Hanan with a narrowed petal. 'Who is he?'

Then while guiding his horse, the young man walked up to the figure believed to be a woman earlier.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Hanan said. "Tit? What is Teteh doing here?” tanyanya approached.

True, the figure is a young woman. Estimated age is not how far with Hanan's own age.

"I'm sorry" said the woman in a timid manner. He's bowing his body. "I just happened to pass by around this cemetery and saw that someone was sitting there. Sorry, if my presence bothers you."

Hanan frowned, then reviewed the smile to respond.

"Ah, that's okay," Hanan said after believing that the figure was truly a human being. Not the jejadian. "Oh, yes .. I am Hanan. Just call me by that name. No need to greet me with that call."

The woman's figure nodded slowly. "I'm Beloved, Mr. Hanan," he said introducing himself.

"Don't call me 'Master', Teh. Just call the name alone," Hanan replied feeling a little careless with the greeting earlier.

Back the female figure named Kedasih nodded and continued saying, "I-iya. I'm sorry." He raised his face for a moment. "Then, I call Akang Hanan only. That's if I don't mind."

Hanan nodded slowly. "Well, it's much more comfortable to hear" the youngster later said. "Oh, yes ... Teh Kedasih lives around this place?"

If observed more carefully, the face of Kedasih is quite beautiful. It just looks a little dull, combined with a simple dress that has faded color. Wearing a batik patterned poleng cloth and a worn kebaya covering the entire body.

She shook her head, then replied, "No, Kang. My house is far away from here. It's just, happens to often pass this way to just look for wooden branches." He pointed to a lump of dry wood that had been firmly tied, lying not far from where he was standing at the time.

"alone?" ask Hanan curiously.

The young man frowned. "No one accompanied? Maybe from Teh Kedasih's family?"

The woman shook her head. "Both of my parents are long gone, Kang," he replied slowly, pointing to the tomb in front of him. "That's .. not far from the tomb that Akang stopped by earlier."

Hanan looked back. "Astaghfirullah, I'm sorry for the question I just asked, Teh. I didn't know Teeth didn't have any parents."

Kedasih smiled wryly. "It's okay, Kang," he replied softly. "Age like now, the fate of people like me is already accustomed. Loss of parents or family. Even married ones, there are many widows."

Hanan took a heavy breath. 

It does. The struggle of this nation is long and heavy. Since several hundred years this country was colonized, death is not a strange thing to happen at any time. Colonial soldiers, often checking into villages to search for suspected insurgents. Their targets are usually adult males with rough palms, then led to the city to be detained or put in prison cells. True or not on these allegations, the news of grief who often answered.

Hanan had intended to help usher Kedasih, but was delayed as soon as the horse neighs from a distance, accompanied by the sounds of someone calling. "Den Hanaaanann! Deeenn!"

'Ah, that must be the voice of Mang Dirman and Aki Sendang Waruk,' Hanan thought as he turned to the direction of the call's origin. 'Why did they come all the way? Are they looking for me?'

Then Hanan turned back to the female figure earlier. "What's Ked—"

"Sorry, Kang. Someone is coming. I'm sorry to go home first," Kedasih hurriedly stepped up. Hunt down the firewood and rush away from it.

"Hey, Teeth! Waita minute!" hanan called out. But Kedasih still stepped quickly. 'Ah, what a pity for that woman. He had to go home alone while carrying firewood. Though ... earlier .. I intended to drive him.'

A moment later, an old man came closer to where Hanan was. He is Ki Sendang Waruk. While Mang Dirman himself looked from a distance, waiting beside sado.

"Hanan, here apparently you, son," said Ki Sendang Waruk so close. "I've guessed, you must be here."

Hanan did not answer. He was still looking in the direction where the figure of Kedasih had rushed off.

"Who was that, son?" tanya Ki Sendang Waruk also noticed a woman who had moved away.

Again, the young man did not want to answer. But instead, he asked, "Why did Aki come here? Though Aki did not need to bother like this. Hanan will also definitely return home."

"But I'm so worried about you, son. Fear happened—"

"Hanan is big, Ki," Hanan said firmly. "God willing, Hanan can take care of himself and find out for himself what Hanan wants to know. Especially about Dad …." His eyes were fixed on the grave of his father, the late Juragan Juanda, ahead.

"I understand, Son. But please, don't sulk like that. Especially to leave the conversation just like that," said Ki Sendang Waruk reminded. "As a parent, I have many considerations to help answer, what you want to know, son."

Hanan. Looking at the face of her lover with a clingy. "Hit?" tanyanya repeated the words spoken by Ki Sendang Waruk just now. "Even Hanan feels like Aki still thinks of Hanan as a child who is not yet the time to take care of Hanan's own life."

"I don't mean it, son. Believe me, there are so many considerations that you must understand first," Ki Sendang Waruk said again, affirming. "Slowly, I will reveal everything without having to be hidden again."

Hanan squinted his eyes. He then asked, "It means true what Hanan thought all along, that Aki has not been completely honest about the stories of the Father, right?"

The old man nodded.

Hanan asked again, "So Aki doesn't really trust Hanan?"

"Hhmmm, I mean—"

"I will accept all offers from Mr. Guus, without having to wait for approval from Aki or Mother" Hanan said before rushing up his horse. "That means, like it or not, Hanan will walk and think according to what Hanan wills."

"Nak Hanan ..." sighed Ki Sendang Waruk surprised.

"I'm sorry, Ki" Hanan said. "I want to meet Mr. Guus right now. We'll talk about the offer."

"Son Hanan!" exclaimed Ki Sendang Waruk felt their conversation was not over. But the young man did not want to listen. He immediately whipped the horse's harness and left the place.

"Yes, Lord ..." sighed the old man, shaking his head in distress. 'Aahhh, the nature of the young man is not much different from the behavior of his late father, Juanda. Equally stubborn and unwilling to listen to my advice.'

Then before he died, Ki Sendang Waruk turned back to where the figure known by Hanan as Kedasih had disappeared. "Hhmmm ..." Deham the old man with narrowed eyelids.

...SERIATE...