My cousin Maduku
Chapter 43 Humiliating Yourself

While the slander of Narti still continues.

"If I explain, will your mother give it back to me?. Nope. So free. You've moved aside, little boy!." Narti tried to hit Riska's body which stood firmly in the middle.

With one move Riska managed to make her aunt retreat.

"Bi, I've been quiet all this time. I've given up enough all this time. I even gave it up and gave Danang to Siska. But, I will never stay silent when my mother is in a fire that is not-no by you guys. What exactly do you want from us? What's the matter so that the aunt and her son don't stop making trouble with us?."

On the road Riska vented her emotions towards her mother Siska.

Riska did not care about the gazes of the people who crossed them.

"You want to know why I hate your mother? Because he took away the treasure that should have been mine. You understand! because you live you suffer! still unconscious too?." The narti in the corner raised his voice even more.

With throngs Ratih approached his son who was fighting with his sister on the side of the road.

"That's not true at all, Narti! I have never taken away what is rightfully yours! I just accept what my mom and dad gave me without ever wanting more. You're wrong, Narti!." Ratih who had always succumbed even this time could not stay silent.

Ratih shook his head while pursing his chest.

"Heh, your mouth and actions are not in harmony at all, Ratih! get greedy! I suffer you don't care either!." The woman called Narti smiled sinisterly at her brother.

Ratih and his son could only look at each other by shaking their heads.

The woman who was under the age of Ratih was unable to be polite to her own brother. Even calling Ratih without frills Mbak yu, as usual huh.

Narti's shrill voice invites the mothers to go outside the house and see what is going on in the street. Within minutes the crossroads between villages were already full of people watching the brother's quarrel.

"What's your reason for accusing me of being greedy, Narti? Didn't I help support your children after your husband's death? then where do I not care?." Ratih looked up at his sister.

He no longer cared how the people watching him reacted. To him, self-worth was everything. He does not want to be continuously accused by Narti. The patience of the woman who has compassionate nature is already eroded away by the behavior of her sister. Narti was really testing her patience.

"You care about me is natural, for there are treasures you take. So if you think you are not helping me, but it is giving the results of the rice fields that you are directed, and the yard of the house that you occupy should also be mine if you are not greedy. You licker!." Narti pointed his index finger at the face of his only sister.

Everyone watching could only shake their heads strongly, they were sliced by what he saw.

Narti's chest rose and fell, his breathing was cut off. His voice is vibrating.

"If you weren't greedy, then me and the children wouldn't be miserable and starving, Ratih!." The bitterness in the past re-emerged in Narti's head to make his emotions re-peaked.

"Is that true?" someone's voice rang out in Ratih's ear.

Ratih shook his head strongly, his heart ached at being accused so cruelly by his own sister.

"Kayak doesn't believe me. Cook Bu Ratih can rob his sister of rights." Bu Ningsih refused to believe, for him Ratih is a woman who lives straight. It felt strange and awkward when such a good woman was accused of taking Narti's property.

"What Ms. Narti said, her brother would have taken away her property." Marsidah also chimed in, the woman who was a close friend of Narti came and joined the crowd there. It was as if he wanted to be a stove.

"Shut up, Mom. If you don't know the truth, don't interfere. It will become slander. From yesterday I defended Ms. Narti but it's always wrong." Ningsih was furious with Marsidah who blamed Ratih but did not know the truth.

"Astaghfirullah's... Nart. So this is why you're accusing me of being greedy? Well let's break everything down. Want to be here or at Mr RT's house? Let you be literate and not keep thinking I'm taking your treasure!." Ratih was really furious with his sister's behavior.

The woman with the flower-flower robe massaged her chest for a moment before finally saying Istighfar back. Narti really made her chest tight.

"Mom, preferably at Mr. RT's house only. Shame on seeing people passing money." Ningsih tried to mediate.

"Agree we just take it to Mr. RT's house, or take it to the village hall all together. Let the conflict between brothers not prolonged." the others chimed in.

"No need! just here." Narti firmly rejected their proposal.

"Auntie sure you want to be here? what if it turns out the aunt was even embarrassed due to a misunderstanding that the aunt created herself. This family problem should be solved in the village hall. Let it be seen by some village devices. So that aunty does not want to slander herself and blame my mother continues." Riska spoke up again. He said this problem should be resolved immediately.

"Silence you little boy! Know what you are about this matter! it's a parent's problem." Narti who has a high ego, does not want to be given input by his own nephew.

Adhering to Riska is the same as dropping his self-esteem that has fallen.

"Well, that means you want to be exposed here everything. Try to remember how many hectares of land you have given you? half a hectare of rice fields and half a hectare of garden mom and dad gave since you were newly married. Because pity you who live in the heat. Did you forget? But all her ludes in an instant at the gambling table by your husband. In fact, it's the inheritance of parents whose purpose is so that your life is not miserable. And at that time I had not been loved by Mother and Father because my husband was still able to support us. The size of our fields and gardens is the same.

Yard problems? Isn't it all been since the beginning of the mother and father of voltage. That anyone who would take care of them both, then will get this yard and his house. Didn't I offer that to you before I took over the job. Then, your answer at that time was that I didn't want to take care of the parents. They're too chatty and hard to manage. After you decided to reject them, I happily took care of Mom and Dad. Even the rice fields and gardens that I have are not eaten by myself, some of which I use to help fund your children's school. Then where is my greed?." All were amazed by the explanation of Ratih.

Not a few were amazed by Ratih.

"The problem of your misery is that you are sticking with male gamblers. If you hear the words of Mother and Father, your fate will not be miserable. But you proudly defy their advice. Didn't you loudly scold Mom and Dad who tried to advise you to divorce your dream man? then why are you blaming me? unless I never help you. Every harvest of cassava, I always set aside the results for your children. Every harvest of rice fields I always give 4 sacks of grain to your family. Then where's my greed, Narti?." Ratih stared fixedly at Narti's face that was crimson.

"You should consciously give up the fields and gardens for me. After all, your husband's possessions are numerous." Narti's voice weakened. Actually, he already felt defeated but did not want to admit it.

Some people cheered Narti.

"We have the same rights, if you end up being miserable it's not my fault. If I don't want to give my share it's natural, because you have the same rights before. Even I was silent when Mom and Dad bought you a female cow that your husband eventually sold. So end this misunderstanding. And stop slandering me!."

Jamb.

Ratih's answer silenced the mouth of Narti who wanted to remind him again. Now the face of Siska's mother cannot be described, nor can feelings be narrated. With a red face and pursed lips resist anger and crying. Narti left the crowd. Angry and embarrassed to merge into one, angry because it did not succeed in cornering Ratih. Shame because of misunderstandings and mistakes known by many people. And it was because of his own fault.

Ratih is satisfied because he has taken out all his unkempts that have been pendam by himself.

Ratih did not hear his slang about him but he chose to be quiet. But increasingly becoming Narti's behavior, he continues to slander Ratih. And Patih's patience can't stand it anymore. So that this misunderstanding is resolved in an unnatural way.

"Well, we're leaving now!." Riska took her mother's hand to leave the crowd.

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