Naga Bonar Page #2

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Mak (Mom) ... come on Mak ...

We have to go away from here.

What? The police have been

after you again, huh?

Shame on you

Whom did you snatch the hat...

- ... with a feather from?

- This is a commander's hat, Mak.

Great.

Now you've become

the pickpockets' commander.

Go away....

Go away, you.

Mak ...

Please talk to my mother.

I can't talk to her into it.

- That's the price I have to pay for

my tainted reputation. - What should I say to her?

Whatever you want to say.

as long as she agrees to move with us.

- Wish me luck, Bang.

- Let's go, quick.

...now already heard,

the sound in the sky ...

Independent or dead ...

Oh, mariam tomong dainang ... sinapang masin ...

oh, mariam tomong dainang ... sinapang masin ...

Go away. You are the one who taught

Naga how to be a pickpocket, right?

Go away.

I failed, Bang.

The troop is ready to go.

- Have you prepared the inn

and the post? - Yes, Bang ...

Barjo and his troops are already there.

- Put your troops at ease.

- Allright, Bang. - Over there.

Bang Murat, tell your troops to rest

over there.

- Troops move.

- Move.

We are artists like Pohan.

- Like Bang Pohan. - Troops ease.

- At ease for a while.

Alahh... Mak ...

Hey, Jang ...

The longer I see her,

the more beautiful she becomes.

Of course. She is the doctor's daughter.

Go there and tell her...

- Just tell her.

- What should I tell her?

- Of course you know. - I don't know for sure.

What should I tell her?

Just tell her...

Yes, I like her.

I'm not brave enough to do that.

What if she slaps me for telling her so?

You are completely useless.

There is nothing you can do.

Bang ... there is an order for you.

Order?

Who dares to give me an order?

- Mak. - Jang ... - Naga, come here.

- Yes, Mak. - Come here, you.

Yes, Mak. Yes ... yes...

What do you want ?

- You, come here.

- Yes, Bang.

- Why don't you want to come

along with us, Mak? - I don't want to be ...

... carried by him.

He smells like a buffalo.

Get your troops ready.

Ready.

What?

Right Face.

Right Face, move!

Let Bujang carry you, okay? ...

He smells the same.

- Move forward.

- Move forward!

- You too.

- Okay.

- Take my horse.

- Alright.

- I'll ride the horse. - No way.

Bang Naga told me to ride his horse.

Ah, you.

Let's go, Mak.

- When will you get married?

- I don't have time for that now.

You always have reason.

When are you coming to your senses?

- Tell that to Naga.

- Yes, Ma'am.

Let's go, quickly ...

- Bang, your mother ran out of betel leaves.

- Ask someone to get it for her.

Otherwise she'll tell me to get it.

- I already have.

- Good.

- Jang ...

- Yes, Bang.

My mother asked me to get married.

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