My cousin Maduku
Chapter 41 Mysterious & Slanderous Guests from Narti

Danang is getting ready to pack his things. Danang's feelings were also anxious, whether Siska would be affected by his threat or not. Even if it is not affected, Danang no longer cares if he has to return to his mother's house. Or even he had to heed his ears when his brother scoffed later.

Another Danang, another Siska. Danang's threat is doomsday to him.

Hearing Danang's words, Siska froze on the spot. His brain again sorted out the memory where Riska once gave a warning to him while in the park at that time. That does not rule out the possibility of her being made a widow by Danang.

"No, that can't happen. If Mas Danang leaves it means we are ready to part. That means I lost to Riaka. And get ready to be the big family moons in the village." Inner Siska shook her head strongly.

'I can't get divorced with Mas Danang!.' Siska continued her monologue inwardly then hurriedly walked after Danang who entered into her room.

"Mas don't go!." Siska held Danang's hand which went back and forth to open her closet.

"Why? isn't this what you want? parting with a man who has no income and always troubles you. Let me go and make your life happy."

"Don't, Mas!. I don't want to be a widow. I don't want this child to be born and develop without a father. Don't you feel sorry for this kid later?. Isn't he the one you've been waiting for all this time?." Siska stroked her stomach which was beginning to look bloated.

Danang stared intently at his wife's face. But, his heart cheered happily because his wish was granted.

The knocking of the door outside made Siska and Danang turn towards the source of the sound. Siska hurriedly walked towards the door. His eyes widened perfectly when he knew who was coming. His heart was beating faster than usual. His heart was still open to see who was visiting his house.

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Days passed, some residents did activities in the morning. The people who have a profession as farmers are getting busy.

 Usually Ratih, Riska's mother has gone to the rice field or to her garden. But different for today, the activity he will not do for the next few months for the sake of his only child who will live in the city. Sawah also Ratih entrust to people to work on it, the results stay in for two. All of that is done so that his rice fields can still produce even though he is not the one who works it.

Ratih could not bear to release his only child during the idah. Mother's love has no limits even though the child is an adult.

Ratih chose to accompany his only child when he was down rather than keep working on the rice field. Riska was the only child after her husband's death. Riska's divorce with her husband Danang made Ratih could not bear to let his son go alone.

"Nobody's missing, Mah?." Riska took a look around fearing that her mother's belongings would be left behind in the house.

"It looks like it's not there, Nak "Ratih checked the contents of his bag, then nodded his head felt it was well.

Yes, in accordance with Riska's wishes, today he brought his mother to the city to live with her until his iddah period is finished. Of course Riska is happy and will be much more comfortable living with her mother during the iddah period.

Riska could have lived with her mother in the village had there not been her aunt who lived in the village as well. Because the wound appeared caused by his mother's sister.

Therefore, Riska did not want to linger in her childhood home. However, the wound was not completely dry.

After making sure everything is in order. Trained to lock the door. Then walk to the house of Bu Ningsih which is located on the side of Ratih's house.

Luckily the neighbor who was about to go was sweeping on the terrace.

"Where is your coach going ? it is beautiful and neat." Ningsih judged the appearance of her unusual-looking neighbor.

Usually Ratih only uses negligee as daily clothes, or special clothes to go to the rice field. Then very clear if Ratih will travel.

"By mom, I'll turn it off. Riska may you become a strong woman after going through this difficult time of yours. Patient well, there will always be wisdom behind what happens. May you be given a better soul mate than before." Without asking Ningsih to pray Riska sincerely while patting the shoulder of the neighbor's child.

"Aamiin Ma'am. Thank you for praying for me. May you always be healthy too. Nitip house well, this is a little sustenance for the princess," according to Riska's plan to insert the white envelope into Bu Ningsih's hand while saying goodbye.

"Yes Allah... Neng does not need to give pocket money to the Princess. God willing the Princess will not be short of pocket money, this should be stored for Neng's needs there. It's only natural that we help each other, I'm also often bothering your mother." subtly Ningsih also refused, he returned the envelope to Riska.

Riska smilingly looked at Ningsih, a single childless widow was just a stale saying. Riska often heard from her mother if the Princess often refrained from buying something because the child knew that her mother did not have much money.

"Mom, this is my pocket money for the Princess not for the wages of Mother to turn off the lights. I'm having more sustenance, please accept yah." Riska re-inserted the envelope into the hands of the woman who lived dead by her husband 4 years ago.

"Thank you very much, Neng. May God replace your provision with more." Ningsih replied with a quivering voice upon receiving the envelope. Ningsih's prayer was received by Riska with her mother simultaneously.

"Sok good to others. In fact, he is cruel to his ex-husband. As if posing as a rich pretender to distribute money to orphans, but also robbing orphans of their property." three women who stood in Ningsih's house turned to the source of the voice.

Ningsih shook her head, Ratih just stroked her chest. Riska held a slight shudder as their eyes stared at a passing woman. The woman deliberately insinuated Riska with a voice that was quite loud. Who else if not Siska's mother.

"Bi if you want to talk about it here, don't just dare from a distance!." Riska can no longer bear to be patient over slander for her biological mother.

But the woman he spoke to didn't care. He kept walking his feet towards the sembako stall.

Riska walks towards her aunt.

"Riska, it's my son. Not in ladenin." Ratih tried to stop his son's steps. But the ban was not issued by Danang's ex-wife.

Heartache makes Riska keep walking towards her aunt who is increasingly speeding up her steps.

"Bi stop! don't be a coward. We'll solve this problem as soon as we can."

By force, Siska's mother stopped. Riska's breath was slightly cut off because she ran off.

"Surge! don't block my path. I'm in a hurry." Narti tries to walk next to Riska, but succeeds in stopping.

"I won't stop until aunt stops slandering my mother!." Riska folds both hands in front of the chest. Now they are facing each other with eyes staring hard at each other.

"Not slander but real! move aside!." Narti tried to walk to the left but Riska also stopped him.

"If it's true, tell me what my mother took away? don't just dare to roar there and come!." still fresh Riska's memory when she bought salt in the stall yesterday afternoon, there were some mothers who talked about her mother and ate Narti's words.

seriate...

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