My cousin Maduku
Chapter 21 The Stirling in the Kitchen

Siska pegged where she stood. His body froze for a moment. Her lips wanted to refute, but her voice was stuck in her throat. His brain tried hard to absorb what his ears heard.

"Where did the tape come from?." That question is only Siska can say in his heart.

On the sofa, Riska relaxes while enjoying the sounds that enter her sense of hearing. The sound of scorn directed at Siska was heard beautifully in his ears rather than dangdut music.

'Let others give punishment to Siska.' Riska monologue in heart.

"Siska? Are you afraid of getting karma? Remember, if the man has betrayed, then the disease will not be cured. He will return to betray one day. I'm just reminding." Ningsih's back to voice. At his sight Siska with a look of disdain.

"If you are already a second wife, do not be greedy to ask your husband to divorce his first wife. Don't be selfish to be human. What if you're in the position of first wife?." Bi Jum advised Siska.

"Eh, Siska tell dong what it's like to be a second wife?." Mbak Inah, a widow of village flowers, helped to make the atmosphere worse.

"Why ask like that, huh? want to be a second wife?." asked Bu Jum inquisitive.

"Amit-amit became the second woman. It's better not to get married than to be a destroyer of other people's households." Mbak Inah looked with a look of disdain towards Siska.

"Yes, yeah. A dignified woman cannot humble herself to be a second wife. Become a destroyer of other people's homes. I agree with you, Inah." Bi Jum again denigrates Siska.

"Why do you all judge me? No one knows why I became a second wife. So stop judging and don't be a saintly person!." Siska's voice shook. There's anger there. The next instant Siska's cry broke.

"Siska...Siska, try to explain the reason for being a second wife? or third? Whatever the reason, the housewarming woman of that person is a lowly woman. A woman who has no self-respect!." Ma'am Inah, the woman who divorced because she was betrayed, vented her emotions. Siska reminded her of the woman who had managed to rob her husband.

Riska who had just smiled since then, now began to shuffle from her seat. Then walk towards the kitchen.

"What the hell is this?." Riska held onto the shoulder of Siska who started to shake from crying. "Siska, why are you crying?." Riska pretended to sympathize when in her heart she was broken. The quadrangular veiled woman stared at the mothers with eyes of astonishment.

"Eh, there's Mrs Riska. It's a video of Siska's voice recording." Ningsih repeated the same thing as before. Play that tape.

"Astaghfirullah... Is it really Siska?." Riska pretended to be surprised. The woman silenced her own mouth with her hands while shaking her head.

"Go..all of you get out of here! go!." Siska pointed her finger at the people in the kitchen. They stood up instantly too.

"Yuk, ah rather than here we better go home. People in nasehati do not accept. You cheap woman." Mother Inah who had been hurt because she was betrayed again expressed her frustration towards Siska.

Narti's kitchen was excited by the cry "Hu hu hu." The sound of ridicule from the mothers who helped cook made the kitchen Narti splash and the atmosphere became runyam.

"And you Miss Riska if you want to come and judge me there home!." Siska stomped her feet and entered her room. Riska knitted her brows pretending to be confused.

Debam the door on the slam also raises the question mark of the people in front. Narti who had heard the commotion had entered the kitchen.

"What's this about? why don't you eat. Let's eat first." Narti looked at the people in his kitchen.

"She said Siska's husband was busy with his work. Don't know he's busy with his old wife." Mbak Inah who is often insulted by Narti felt he found an opening to avenge his mother Siska.

"Hey this is none of your business, want my son to be your wife no matter how much it has to do with you. What right do you have to judge my son? There aren't. So don't like to interfere in Siska's household affairs. If there's anything with my son's womb, then all of you I'll sue." Narti ruffled his waist while staring at their faces one by one.

"There is no business with us. But, here I just want to say the widow is better than being the third woman. Women destroy the households of others. Didn't Bude often insult me because I'm a widow at a stay away husband. Ah, I understand now why I always say that. Apparently, because Bude is proud his son can be an actor! proud to have a cheap daughter!." Mbak Inah who is often caci maki by Narti is now up white. He remembers very often being made fun of by Narti.

The furore in the kitchen made Riska smile with satisfaction. 'It's nothing yet, Siska. Look what's going to happen tomorrow morning. This is just the beginning. I'm not satisfied that you haven't been tormented.' Inner Risk.

Mba Inah's shrill voice made people scatter towards the kitchen. Danang Included. That's good news for Riska, so she can make it easier for her to finish off or strip her husband with her spicy words later.

"What the hell is it?." A father came to Riska.

"Lacking to know, sir." Riska willfully answered that. Let people be more curious. Then, they would find out for themselves by watching here. Riska smiled thinly when the kitchen was filled by invited guests. Let it get bigger and bigger.

Riska let them be the spectacle of the citizens. At least give a little lesson to Siska and her mother. Make sure they get social sanctions after this. And Riska need not be tired of punishing them.

"You're really insolent! No manners! Dare to yell at the old man!." Now Narti's riding the ribbon. He showed the sweet-faced woman.

Narti's chest went up and down, for holding back anger. Then, Narti looks still want to talk but his speech in serobot by Mbak Inah again.

"I wouldn't be like this had Bude never insulted me. Have I been meddling in other people's business all this time? Naw, right? But why does Bude always harass my widowed status? all this time I kept quiet, because I thought your life was perfect. However, it seems that my estimation was wrong! Your son is worse than I am because he has become a man's husband! eat it, if you want to be respected, respect others first! Appreciating others cannot be but asking to be appreciated. Dreams!."

Jamb.

The words of the widow of the flower were sharp and pierced the heart for those who understood.

Inah is still excited 45 in keeping up with Narti's remarks.

"Wid you ask to be appreciated? The dream! still mending my son than you, Inah! you, still young, have become a widow because of living husband for another woman. Sure, there's something wrong with you! Compare with Siska. She was made a second wife because she was more special than her husband's first wife."

Narti glanced at Riska. Riska's hands clenched tightly upon hearing the words from her aunt.

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Seriate.