Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 71

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

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 71...

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Mr. Guus dumped Dasimah's body, helpless on the bed. After being satisfied to fulfill his personal desires, then the big tall man raised his pants again which was left to sag to the calf. Followed by wrapping a belt made of knots of hard thread stuck at the waist.

"That as a matter of attention, so that you people do not just tell stories, especially to the young man named Hanan, heh!" mr. Guus said as he chuckled to himself.

While Dasimah itself is flattened with the surface of the mattress with the condition of the waist area down revealed freely. He did not cry, nor did he speak. But from the breath that gasps, indicating that the woman is still alive. The traces of melted tears were dry, scratched along the eyelids to the edge of the chin.

After completing his wish, Master Guus rushed out of the room. Leaving behind the still motionless Dasimah in a half-dressed state.

Not long after, Koen appears and enters the room.

"Asim! It's dasimah! Hey, Heer!" exclaimed the man in panic as soon as he found a sad figure on the bed. "Wat is er met je gebeurd, Dasimah?"

(God! What happened to you, Dasimah?)

Spontaneous Koen approached and examined Dasimah's condition. 'Ah, Godzijdank. Het blijkt dat je nog leeft, Dasimah, ' he muttered after pressing the pulse on the woman's arm.

(Ah, thank goodness. Turns out you're alive, Dasimah.)

"Dasimah .. Get up, Dasimah!" koen said back while patting Dasimah on the cheek. But the woman was not conscious. Breathing breathlessly with eyelids tightly closed. "What happened to you people?" Then he lifted the figure, held back, and rested his head on the chest. There are many traces of bluish-red bruises on almost the entire waist, buttocks, to the thighs of Dasimah.. "W-what has Master Guus done to you, Dasimah? Wh-what he has—"

"Asim! Yes, Allah .. Gusti Nu Agung!" an old man suddenly appeared in the doorway.

Koen looked surprised, seeing Ambu Darsih was scattered to approach the two.

"What has Mr. Koen done to my son?" asked the old woman with sharp eyes.

"What?" Koen was wide-eyed, surprised. "I didn't do anything to Dasimah, Ambu. D-he .. d-he I found already in this state."

"Let go of my son! Don't touch him!" sentak Ambu Darsih while seizing the body of Dasimah from Koen's lap, and hurriedly cover the main part of the aura that is still open. "However Master did this to my son Dasimah. What's our fault all this time, sir?"

Koen helped hand Dasimah's body into the lap of Ambu Darsih who began to sob.

"I was right to do nothing to the Basimah people, Ambu," the man said. "I went in and found Dasimah the person was already in this state. Is it possible because …." Koen looked towards the door.

"Who do you mean Mr Koen?" tanya Ambu Darsih also turned his head in the direction viewed by the man beside him. "Don't switch the conversation by accusing people—"

"Ssttt ... shut up, Ambu!" koen exclaimed in a whispering voice while staring at the old woman. "You people don't know, if I had seen …." He again stopped his speech and looked around at the doorway. " … Mr. Guus out of this room."

"Mr Guus?" Ambu Darsih suddenly remembered the complaint that had been expressed by Dasimah yesterday afternoon in the kitchen. "True .. must be Mr. Guus who did this to my son."

"Ssttt ... don't talk out loud!" Koen put his index finger on his lips. "You know, there's Miss Roos with Ki Praja back there!"

"Yes, Allah .. Neng," lamented Ambu Darsih felt pained to see the condition of the young woman. "The real culprit is your fate, son. You can't take full care of you. Ambu is very sad. Awake, Honey. Wakes up. Come on, wake up, son."

It sounded softly from Dasimah's mouth. Slowly his eyes opened and immediately looked at the old face of Ambu Darsih.

"Ambu ..." call her soft and sound weak. "It hurts a lot, Ambu."

"Alhamdulillah .. you finally realized too, son," said Ambu Darsih as he stroked Dasimah's hair gently. "Want a drink, son?"

The young woman shook her head, then started crying softly. Seemed from the grin that was adorned in the face, he was holding back the pain that rained all over the body. "It hurts so much, Ambu. Imah sakiitt ..." His look is heartbreaking.

Ambu Darsih immediately hugged Dasimah tighter and cried out. He was confused about what to do, except to also estimate the pain of the figure of the woman he had considered like his own child.

While Koen helped get water in the kitchen and a moment later returned with a glass in hand.

"Give him a drink, Ambu," said Koen, as he thrust a glass into the hands of Ambu Darsih. "Let the Asimah people rest until they recover later."

After helping Dasimah drink and lay him on the bed, Koen was about to return to the guard post.

"Mr Koen ..." call Ambu Darsih.

The man stopped his steps right at the doorway of the room and flipped over. "What's up, Ambu?" tanyakanya.

Ambu Darsih first wiped away her tears, then continued to say, "I'm sorry, sir. Last ... I've accused Mr. Koen of being a no-no."

The man smiled. Then without replying to Ambu Darsih, he continued out of the room with a wry look.

Not long after that, Gert popped into Dasimah's room. "O, Heer ... What happened to Dasimah, Ambu?" tanyanya while approaching the edge of the bed, where Dasimah was lying covered with blankets all over the body. "Just now, Koen told me about this Basimah guy, heh."

Ambu Darsih glanced at Gert, then turned his gaze, looking at the figure of Dasimah who was sleeping pale.

Reply to the figure of the old woman slowly, "Neng Imah is sick, Sir. He needs a lot of rest and quiet. Instead, let him sleep first. Don't wake up."

Fortunately, Gert wanted to listen and obey. Only briefly did the man see Dasimah's condition, then told Roosje who was still in Ki Praja's place, behind, near the stables.

"Then, we call Doctor Hanan to come here, Gert," Roosje suggested after following a look at the condition of her female worker.

"Miss gave me orders to pick up that Doctor Hanan's man, Miss?" tanya Gert.

The blue-eyed girl looked at Ambu Darsih and Dasimah alternately. Then decide for yourself, "Let me come pick you up, Gert. Please, tell Ki Praja to get ready to leave right now and you guys come with me."

"Good, Miss! Ready it!" balas Gert. "Miss Roos's order will be carried out immediately!" he hurried

"Thank you, Gert!" roosje in Dutch. 'Good, I so there's a reason to meet that person again, Hanan. Hhmmm .. Hi-hi-hi!'

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