Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 7
...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 7...
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Slowly the sado rate slows down as soon as it enters the yard of a house that is quite large and looks magnificent. Followed by the neighing sound of horses, as if to tell the residents inside that the figure they had been waiting for since, had now arrived there.
Not long after, several women appeared from inside the house, scattered with a faint smile, coming to greet beaming.
“Hanan ...” call the old figure who is none other than Sumiarsih, Hanan's own biological mother.
The young man immediately turned his head and rushed down from the top of sado. “Ibuuu ..” In a hurry he walked and hunted down the hug of the woman he had longed for. “Assalamu’alaikum, Mother,” greet Hanan while kissing both cheeks Sumiarsih lovingly. Do not forget to give a reverent greeting on the palm and back of his mother's hand.
“Wa’alaikumussalaam, Hanan my son,” reply Sumiarsih is not able to hold a puddle of tears of longing for the mere figure of his son. “Once you arrive, son. I'm so worried about you.”
Hanan smiled and gently rubbed the melted tears down her mother's old cheeks. “There was something Hanan faced while on the trip, Mom. Later Hanan will tell Mom,” replied the young man while hugging Sumiarsih. “How's Mom doing during Hanan's stay away, Mom?”
“Alhamdulillah, Son. Mother is fine,” replied the old woman meekly. “There are many good people who always accompany Mom during your stay in Jakarta, Nak.”
Sumiarsih showed the figures who came to stand —welcoming the arrival of Hanan— behind him. There was Odah, Enok, Ijah, and not to forget also a beautiful young woman, Bunga.
“Eh, there is Eneng also ..” Hanan said pretending to be aware of the existence of Flowers there. Though from the beginning set foot on the veranda of the house, the eyes of the young man did not get his attention from the figure of one.
Reply Flowers accompanied by a sweet and timid smile mixed with longing, “Muhun, Aa.” He lowered his head while raising the two palms glued together in front of his chest and lowered his body slightly. “Assalaamu’alaikum .. sampurasun .. Wilujeng sumping deui in this hometown, Aa Hanan.”
Reply Hanan while following the movement of Flowers just now, “Wa’alaikumussalaam .. rampes, Neng. Hatur nohun.”
Some time the two looked at each other — unconsciously observed carefully by the figures who were there— as if they wanted to spill the longing that they had so long been quiet.
Small whispers and deham from Odah, Ijah, and Enok, immediately awakened the two young people. Then Hanan and Bunga immediately ended it with an embarrassed smile.
“O, yes ... I almost forgot,” said Hanan immediately turned his attention to the three figures standing behind Sumiarsih and Bunga. “There are Ceu Odah, Ceu Enok, and also Ceu Ijah here. Assalaamu’alaikum all. Sorry, yes. Duh, until not so bad, my dear. Pisan hampunten. He-he-he.”
“Ah, Den Hanan this .. I think, Aden has forgotten us, Den,” said Enok felt very happy if the child of his employer turned out to still recognize them.
“Collections, Ceu, ‘kan Den Hanan must remember first who we are,” timpal Ijah while smiling himself, staring at the face of Hanan who looks so handsome and dashing.
Odah also voiced, “Betul, Euceu-Euceu. Moreover, there is a Flower Neng here. Yes, certainly .. what we-we mean to Den Hanan. Yes ‘kan, Den?”
Ijah who was standing right beside Odah, poking the woman's waist accompanied by glaring eyes. “Ih, if you speak it should know the situation oruh, Ceu! Don't just come from heuay.”
“Know this Ceu Odah,” added Ijah grumbling.
Hanan smiled at the dikulum. He felt funny to see the three figures of women who had long devoted their lives in the family home.
“It is not so,” said the man still accompanied by a review of his smile. “For me personally, Ceu Odah, Ceu Ijah, and Ceu Enok these are very meritorious people. We and our family owe a lot to this Euceu-euceu. Already helped take care of me since childhood and also helped my mother during her stay in Jakarta.”
“Aaaahh .. This aden,” timpal Odah with a rather spoiled attitude. “It is precisely we - we who should be grateful to the Juragan and Aden families. Because during that time too, our lives became helped by working here.” He looked at his two friends. “Iya no, Ceu Ijah-Ceu Enok?”
“Iya, right,” Enok replied.
Another thing with Ijah, he was busy grumbling while wiping his own cheeks. “Iya anyway, yes ... but my face should not be given local rain continue dong, Ceu Odah,” said Ijah while inching away from the figure of Odah. A moment later he grinned in disgust so close the old hand wiping earlier on the nostril.
All who were there spontaneously laughed at the behavior of the three Sumiarsih family housemaids. No exception Mang Dirman who just brought Hanan's suitcases.
“Astaghfirullah, I almost forgot,” exclaimed Hanan as soon as he saw Mang Dirman put his suitcase. “For Ceu Odah, Ceu Ijah, and Ceu Enok .. I bring special souvenirs from Jakarta.”
“O, yes?”
“Ah, time anyway, Den?”
“Waahhh, Alhamdulillah ..”
“But later only inside, yes?” hanan said as soon as he got a signal from his mother, Sumiarsih. “We gathered inside the house and it looks like .. Mom cooked something special today. Right ‘kan, Bu?”
Sumiarsih. “Please rest first, son. You must be tired after traveling far from Jakarta,” said the old woman. “Mommy has prepared your favorite food. Come on, we're in.”
“Good, Mom,” replied Hanan.
Sumiarsih rushed inside the house, followed by her three housemaids.
“Do not transport all, Mang,” prevent Hanan on Mang Dirman. “Let some of me who brought it into.”
“No need, Den. I can bring everything, kok,” Mang Dirman reply insisted. But from the protruding urate on his old arm, he could not show that he was tired enough to lift all at once.
“Already. Just bring that light. Let the big and heavy suitcase, I bring it in later.”
Mang Dirman finally gave up. After nodding and bowing, the old man rushed to bring some suitcases into the house. Hanan and Bunga were both there.
“Quietly, Neng,” Hanan said before they followed Mang Dirman's steps earlier. “I also brought something special to Eneng.”
“What is it, A?” ask the curious flower.
“Disclosure, dong. Time is told now? Is the name no longer a surprise? He-he-he.”
“Dih, Aa mah,” whine Spoiled Flower. It seemed that the twinkle of longing was still so clearly settled in the heart of the girl. They had been separated for years and could only speak through a letter. That's only a few times a month.
“We enter first yuk, Neng,” take Hanan later.
“I also helped prepare favorite food Aa.”
“Disclosure, dong. Time is told now? Later the name is no longer a surprise, Aa? He-he-he,” replied Bunga deliberately mimicked Hanan's previous sentence.
“Ha-ha. Eneng could have.”
...SERIATE...
Remarks :
Eneng \= Adik (call to Sundanese women)
Muhun \= Yes
Aa \= Brother/Sister (call to Sundanese men)
Sampurasun \= The typical greeting of Sundanese
Wilujeng sumping deui \= Welcome back
Rampes \= Together (answer from the greeting sentence ‘sampurasun’ earlier)
Hatur nohun \= Thank you
Engeuh \= Conscious/Aware
Hampunten pisan \= Sorry once
Ceu/Euceu \= Sister (call to an elder Sundanese woman)
Atuh \= dong (gifts)
Padu heuay \= Origin talk
Mah \= Yes (reload)