My cousin Maduku

My cousin Maduku
Chapter 36 Risk Divorce News


News of Riska's divorce and her husband, Danang has spread to the village.


Three mothers were sitting on a long bench under a cherry tree growing in front of Riska's neighbor's house next to the right corner. They were gossiping about Riska and her husband's divorce. Though Ratih never spread it to anyone, even he accompanied Riska did not tell anyone.


When the exclamations were sudden, someone was about to visit Ratih's house, but he was confused because the person he was about to visit seemed invisible.


"Hei Djeng Dian wants to go to his house, Mrs Ratih, yeah?" exclaimed Vivi, a neighbor of Ratih's house.


"Djeng Vivi's father, but it looks like Mrs Ratih is not at home?" said Dian approached a group of mothers who were sitting casually in front of Vivi's yard.


"Oh Djeng Dian does not know well, if Mrs Ratih is accompanying her daughter in court." exclaimed Marsidah chimed in Dian's words. Replied with a nod to the other mothers.


"Oh so, but why go to court?" asked Dian who was actually curious about what happened.


"It would be okay to go to court if not to arrange a divorce." added Ambar.


"Who's divorced Mom?" asked Dian again.


"Well, Riska is the same as her husband. Masa Bu Ratih, her husband Bu Ratih is deceased." Vivi.


"You guys do not just spread such gossip, it will even fall slander" said Dian who does not believe in the news of Riska's divorce.


"Who is slandering? wong Siska herself told me that Riska was going through a divorce with her husband Danang. Here I get the source from his own cousin. Masa said kuta slander." obviously Marsidah did not accept. This woman is indeed dubbed as the gossip queen by neighbors around, thanks to her in a matter of hours the news of Riska's divorce has spread to all corners of the village.


Siska deliberately wants everyone to know that Riska is divorced from her husband. Because her husband prefers other women. The woman who is now the only wife of Danang knows that in the village the circulation of gossip is very fast exceeding the speed of the Internet. Siska wants to use it to bring down Riska and her mother mentally.


Siska wants revenge, because she believes that Riska was the one who spread the video recording on her 4-monthly show. Siska only realized her cousin's actions during their intense quarrel in the park at that time.


"Wh whose car is it?" said Vivi staring at the wonder of the red car parked in the house with a large page.


Previously, they were a little suspicious when Riska came to the village with items such as moving, because it was Siska's remark that said that if Riska divorced her husband, they immediately believed.


"Eh, uh that's Riska. Wow cool. Divorce from her husband can immediately buy a car. That's dong. After the divorce, he did not mourn his fate. If you have to make your ex-husband regret." The fish-haired woman gave a thumbs up towards Riska.


"It's only natural that he can buy a car. Denger-denger, Riska mastered the treasure gono gini. Her son, Ms. Rayih, did not leave the slightest for her ex-husband. Get greedy! I didn't think he could act like that. Evil, just like his mother. Secretly mastering the possessions of others." The woman with the flowers and hair on the cepol up that vilify Riska and her mother without knowing what really happened. Naturally, the woman named Marsidah was her closest friend Narti aka Siska's mother.


"really? Any timing? Don't suudzan, Mom. Later if it is not true the fall of slander loh." said Dian.


They continue to gossip while Riska who is made the object of worship does not care. The only child from Ratih walked into his mother's house cheerfully. Beside him, Septia accompanied.


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The news of Riska's return with his new car quickly spread throughout the village. Of course Narti also heard it.


His heart was hot, envy was penetrating into his soul. Then he looked for his cell phone to contact his daughter and give the news.


"Son, Riska returned to this village with her new car. Damn him!." Narti excited when calling his son.


"Really, Mom? insolent!." in his place stood Riska clenched her hands tightly.


"really. How could I lie to you. Did your husband get his gono treasure? haven't you? I'm pretty sure Riska won't give. Uh Nak. Mumpung there he is here. I want you to make a calculation with you, that woman. Mother will nyamperin Riska and demand the treasure gono gini which became her right Danang. I don't want Riska to have fun getting anything. This is not fair. I'm gonna find justice here."


"Don't be rash, Mom!. If you ask for Mas Danang's gono gini treasure, everyone will know that I have taken Mas Danang, Mom!. I don't want that to happen. Let the people know Mrs Riska in divorce only that. Don't make things worse, Mom." Siska bit her lip. Ketar ketid his mother will do the no-no.


Siska knows very well what it feels like to be humiliated by her own brother. Like at his four-monthly show yesterday.


"You don't worry about that. They are officially divorced. Let everyone know that Danang chose you and left Riska. It's easy for you to turn the facts around. You take care of your husband there. Here let Mom take care of it. You take it easy." With full confidence and the spirit of four and five, Narti left the house after closing the whole door in his house.


With long and wide strides, Narti came to Ratih's house which was in a different alley to his residence.


The mothers who were still gossiping at Vivi's residence saw Narti who came to Ratih's house in a state of anger, her look could not lie. Looks like there'll be some exciting happenings dear if they miss it. They also moved from his seat and stepped towards Ratih's house, like a spectacle, they did not want to miss the information.


Dada Narti went up and down while staring at Riska's maroon car parked in front of her parents' house.


"Riska, Ris! Where're you?." Without greetings and stale talk first, Narti nyelonong entered Ratih's house with his hands ruffled waist. His thunderous voice filled the corner of Ratih's room. Truly the definition of man without adab.


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