Passion Love Noni Dutch
Section 8
...THE PASSION OF LOVE NONI NETHERLANDS...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 8...
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After lunch together, Hanan followed Sumiarsih's steps towards the family lounge. There —dulu— when the young man was still a child, always used as a gathering place with the late Father Juanda.
As a single son, the outpouring of affection from both parents, would have been huge. Equipped with formal primary education instruction and a strong religion, it does not make a Hanan grow up to be an arrogant and spoiled teenager. Precisely because of that, he has an independent person and full of respect for others. Especially to those closest to you throughout your life.
“Alhamdulillah yes, Mom,” Hanan said starting a conversation with his mother, “several years Hanan left this village, there have been many changes that Hanan saw here.” Sumiarsih listened casually while enjoying a cup of unsalted tea. “Many of the green lands Hanan saw earlier while on the way, turned into spacious and fertile gardens. There are many citizens also working there.” The young man also sipped the white water he had brought earlier from the living room, then glanced at the face of the beloved figure beside him who was still silent. “Family farm Dad, still running also ‘kan, Bu?”
Sumirasih cleared his throat for a while before answering his son's question. “Still as before, Son,” said the middle-aged woman while sighing deeply. “But ... the people who used to work on us, little by little continue to decrease.”
Hanan looked at his mother's eyeballs. Like looking for something there. “Why, Mom? Is there a problem with them?” the young doctor began to guess.
Sumiarsih. “Come, Son. My mother is still confused until now. Though all this time, Mother always treated them well,” he said with a voice that sounded a bit soft. “It happened since the change of leadership of this region a few years ago.”
“Unfortunately Lord Hansen is no longer serving in this region, Ma'am?” ask Hanan back. Then remembered the foreign figure he had previously met when delivering Roosje.
“He has moved tasks outside Java, Nak. Right after your late father passed away,” Sumiarsih replied with a blank look. Maybe she still misses her husband.
“O, yes ... Hanan had met Mr. Guus before arriving home ...”
“Master Guus Van Der Kruk?”
“Mother knows her?” manya curious.
Sumiarsih smiled wryly. “Of course I know him, Son,” replied the old figure who still looks beautiful, even though his age has started to step on the head of four. “Mr Guus was the one who replaced Mr. Hansen first.”
“Ooohh .. deservedly, it seems he also knows Mom,” Hanan said back guess.
“Where did you meet Mr Guus?” tanya Sumiarsih sounded like she was investigating.
Hanan remembered the previous events earlier this afternoon. “At the time on the way from the train station, accidentally .. Hanan met his son.”
“Nona Rose?”
“Iya, Mom. That's-her-name. Rose or Roos, if Hanan doesn't remember wrong.”
“Hhhmmm,” deham Sumiarsih slowly.
“He fell sprained from his horse and Hanan drove Miss Roos to Mr. Guus' house. That's where we met this afternoon, Mom,” Hanan said. “But .. why did Hanan only know now, if Mr. Guus who rules this area of Kedawung Village, Mom? Years before, Mother and Flower had never told me anything about the circumstances here.”
Sumiarsih smiled and rubbed his son's shoulder. “Mother just doesn't want, focus on learning this Mom boy in town, so split, son. I think it's not very important for you to know. I just want to, you study and study until you finish, until you succeed in becoming a doctor like now. Alhamdulillahot. Your late father's dream was finally fulfilled.”
“Alhamdulillah ..”
“Congratulations yes, Son,” Sumiarsih added. “May you be a useful person to others and remain steadfast in maintaining religious values.”
“Aamiin, Mom,” Hanan replied while tightly hugging her mother. “Thank you for the services of Mom and Dad all this time. God willing, Hanan will always try to apply what Father and Mother ever wajangkan on Hanan since childhood.”
A few moments later, they let go of each other's embrace. Emanated from the face of the mother and child, the bias of peerless happiness and the remnants of longing that are still inundated in their respective hearts.
“Terus ... What's your next plan, son? You will join a government health center or ...”
Tukas Hanan quickly, “Hanan wants to devote Hanan's life in this village, Bu.” A smile suddenly burst from the face of the beloved woman. “Hanan wants to help the people around and wants to be close to them, as Dad did in his entire life.”
“Hanan don't want to go back far from Mom. Hanan wants to always be close to Mom and take care of the family plantation, Mom,” Hanan added.
“Alhamdulillah ..” sigh Sumiarsih increasingly feel happy. “Mother is so proud of you, Son.”
For the second time, they hugged each other tightly and warmly. Until the clear tears did not feel like creek down the cheeks of the children.
“Now, Hanan only has a mother,” hiss the young man sobbed sedan. “Hanan does not want to lose time with Mom again. Hanan wants to be devoted to Mom, Bu.”
“I-iya .. i-iya, I understand, Son,” reply Sumiarsih stammered. “Thankful once Mother has you, Son. Alhamdulillah .. yes, Allah.”
Then the two immediately wiped the tears after releasing back a hug, accompanied by a happy smile that emerged from each other's faces.
“O, yes ... Hanan almost forgot,” Hanan said after a moment of silence. “Hanan brought something for Mom. By-by from Jakarta, Bu.”
“Ah, this you, son. Though Mother does not expect anything from you.”
“It's okay, Mom. Hanan reckon, I will definitely love it,” said the youngster while getting ready to stand up. “Mau Hanan bring it now, Bu?”
“As far as you go, Nak.”
“Then, wait a minute, Mom. Hanan will grab in room.”
“Iya, Son.”
Hanan rushed to the room. But just a few steps from the family room, he found the figure of a flower standing behind the room's parapet.
“Eneng?” haanan did not think that the girl was there.
“Eh, Aa,” reply Flowers looked surprised.
“What is Eneng doing here?” tanya Hanan marveled. “Why not just come in earlier, chat with me and Mom?”
Flowers shudder. “Ah, no, Aa,” said she felt embarrassed because she had been caught listening to Hanan and her mother's chat since. “I don't want to bother Aa and Mom. That's why I choose to wait here until Aa and Mom are done talking.”
“Iya, Neng. But it ‘kan is not polite his name. He-he.” Hanan intended to mark his lover.
“I'm sorry or so, Aa. I'm khilaf.”
“Ya, already. It's okay,” Hanan said finally. “You accompany Mom first, huh? I'd like to take a gift for Mom. Uh, at once .. by-by Eneng as well. He-he.”
“He-he. Thank you, Aa.”
“Sama-sama, Neng,” Reply Hanan. But just about to continue, the Flower suddenly held its pace. “What else is it?” ask the young man.
Accompanied by shame and doubt, finally Bunga ventured to ask. “What's right, on the road Aa had met with Miss Roos?”
Hanan smiled. As a man he immediately mafhum with the meaning of his lover's question. Answer, “Iya, Neng. Why?”
“Ah, that's okay,” replied Flowers with a slightly grim face aura.
“Eneng jealous?” asked Hanan again wanted to tag.
“Ih, Aa!”
Flowers immediately pouted, but it made the girl look more beautiful in the eyes of a Hanan.
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