Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 6
...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 6...
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“S-me... uh, we .. hhmmm, was on the road ...”
“It just so happened that he found me on a street, Gert. I fell off the horse, couldn't walk at all, and it hurt my ankle. He also took me home until I got here. So, you do not try to think of all sorts.”
“Of course not, Miss,” reply Gert still fixed staring at the figure of Hanan. “Just a little want to know who he is.”
Hanan smiled. Bending down for a while while crossing your arms around your chest, and then saying, “O, yes .. My name is Han-“
Suddenly a tall, silvery-blonde man appeared, from behind the gate. Excited, “Roos, mijn lieve kind. Papa is worried about you.”
“Papa!” Roosje hunted down the man's hug. “I'm fine, Papa.”
“Oh, thank God, Darling. Papa almost went to look for you,” replied the figure who is Roosje's father while tightly hugging his daughter.
“I'm sorry, Papa. It was not good to try to ride a horse, a gift from Papa. He was still so wild and hard to control. I fell and the horse went somewhere.”
“That's important you're safe, Roos dear. About the horse, he's back in the stable. Ki Praja who found and delivered it here.”
“Oh, is that true, Papa?” roosje asked as if he still could not believe it, but was delighted. Answer the man named Guus Van Der Kruk later, “Iya. You don't have to worry, honey. Your gift has Papa secured.”
“Oh, thank you, Papa.”
Guus glanced at Hanan who was still standing in his place. Accompanied by Dirman who had come down from the top of sado, as soon as Guus appeared earlier. Slowly he released a hug on Roosje's body, then walked closer to the young man. “En who are you, Young Man?”
Hanan lowered his head. Answer, “My name is Hanan, Mr.”
“Hhmmm, Hanan?” Guus rubbed his chin as if he was thinking and remembering. “You're the new guy in this village? I've never seen you before.”
Hanan tried to calm down and answered a little doubtfully. “True, Sir. I just--“
“He who helped Roos and drove me home, Papa,” by Roosje cut off Hanan's unfinished speech. Guus said spontaneously, “Oh, is that true? Veel dank, Young Man.” The tall man smiled happily. “Then, where do you live? En I seem ... have seen you that old man, hhmm?” Guus turned to look at Dirman's figure intently.
“True, Sir. I am a native of this village. I live with Den Hanan's family,” Dirman replied as he pointed to his employer's son with a thumbs up.
Guus frowned. “Oh, so ... are you one family?”
“Truely, Mr.” This time it was answered by Hanan himself. “He is indeed our family.”
Roosje advanced towards Hanan. The girl said while pointing at Hanan and Dirman, “Loh .. Didn't you say that old man was your friend? Where is this right, Hanan?”
Dirman elbowed Hanan's arm slowly. Asking his employer's son to help him answer.
Hanan smiled. “Truely, Miss. He is our family friend and also.”
Guus scratched his head. Ask then, “Serah, you people think he is a friend or family. But my question was not answered yet, where do you two live?”
Hanan turned his head for a moment towards Dirman. “We stay with my mother, Mr.”
“Your mother? Who does she have your mother's name, Young Man? Even Roos has a mother's name, right? He-he-he.”
Guus's eyebrows raised. “Who is a Female Scout?”
“Mother Sumiarsih ..”
Guus. This time his forehead was wrinkled. “Sumiarsih? Sumiarsih, huh? Hhmmm, I seem to have heard it had a name. Is that him ... ex-wife of a man named Juanda-kah?”
Hanan and Dirman nodded simultaneously. Guus is getting stuck. Changes in the facial water of his papa, making Roosje also feel curious. “Papa know the people in question earlier?”
Answer Guus stuttered, “Niet ... uh, yes ... Papa just knows. Just little. Not more. Hhmmm, who was that ... Sumiarsihs. Yes, Sumiarsih. Juanda too. Dus niets te bespreken, toch?”
Hanan raised his face slightly to look at Guus' sudden misbehavior in front of Roosje.
“Good ...” Guus continued saying. “Veel dank, Hanan. You've helped my favorite son Roos. Zo, if you guys want to go back home, please. I still have a little work inside the house.”
“Papa ..” Roosje took note of his father's attitude. Wonderful, confused, and a few questions.
“We go into the house, darling,” take Guus while pulling his son's arm away from where Hanan and Dirman stand. “We look around the condition of the horse gift from Papah. Come!”
Roosje according. Following Guus's invitation. But before disappearing behind the gate, the girl still had a chance to turn her head and look at Hanan for a moment.
“Go both of you from here. Big Lord Guus has already logged back into the house.” Bert reminds me of Hanan and Dirman.
“Alright, we both go home,” said Hanan while pushing Dirman's body to quickly rise above sado and quickly leave the place. “Come, hurry, Mang. We go home.”
Dirman obeyed the orders of his employer's son. Go up to the coachman's bench, then jerk the horse's harness. Sado was half running.
Some time the two of them did not talk to each other, until the residence of Guus Van Der Kruk was abandoned. Maybe because of worry if the conversation Hanan and Mang Dirman will be noticed.
“What exactly happened, Den?” dirman asked as soon as he had moved away from the gate of Guus' house.
“Means Mamang?” hanan asked a little more relaxed.
“Aden didn't see Mr Guus' attitude? Repeatedly the Meneer repeated the name of the female fighter. Doesn't it look weird?”
“No,” replied Hanan briefly. Actually, he was thinking the same thing. But that moment felt it was not the right time to talk.
“Ah, is that right, Den? I feel-“
“Already, Mang,” sahut Hanan cut. “Better, just speed up the pace of the horse. I think, Mother and Flowers have waited too long for our arrival.”
Dirman patted her forehead. “Yes, God! I forgot to, Den. Why do you remember now, yes?”
“That's why, Mang.” Hanan smiled.
“If only we had not met the Noni earlier, we might have arrived home.” Mang Dirman was still grumbling.
“Already, Mang. That's not what we need to talk about. After all, who would have the heart to see the woman grimacing in pain herself halfway through. We should help him, ‘kan?” Suddenly, Roosje's gaze when forced by Guus, returned to ring in Hanan's mind. The young man felt Roosje was about to say something. Don't know what.
“Iya, Den. I'm sorry, yes?”
“It's okay, Mang," Hanan replied as he looked at the natural conditions of the countryside he had long left behind. Green beautiful, but some of the land has been controlled by a celebrity village, namely Mr. Guus Van Der Kruk.
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