My cousin Maduku
Chapter 45 Who is He?

"You want to leave Neng?." Ningsih's reprimand as Riska passes by her.

"Yes Mom. We're pampering. Assalamualaikum." Riska stopped her steps for a while and then nodded her head briefly towards the neighbor who covered her house.

"Be careful on Neng's road, Mrs Ratih." Ningsih let go of her neighbor with pity.

Riska and her mother came back and thanked her. Next they left the crowd of mothers who were being kepo.

The prickly shoes still sounded in their ears but were ignored by them. The root of the problem has been solved.

"Son, rest first?." Ratih looked at his son who was walking by his side. They had already approached the car that was parked in front of Ratih's house. Ready-to-go.

"No need to Mah, the sooner we go the better. For now Riska does not want to linger here." Riska looked over for a moment to answer her mother's question. Then his hands were busy opening the car door.

"Do whatever makes you happy, son." The coach got into the car and they sat down.

Riska also began to drive the four-wheeled vehicle to leave the village for a while.

"Mommy's relieved to finally clear up this misunderstanding, son." Ratih looked at his son who was focusing on the road.

"Sama mah, Riska was plong. At least other people will understand about the problems that occurred between Mama and Bi Narti." Riska glanced at her mother before finally focusing back on the streets.

"Well, if Riska finds a suitable business path elsewhere. Riska hope mommy wants to come with Riska. Riska did not have the heart to leave her own mother and was treated badly by her own sister." Riska looked at her mother who was knitting eyebrows.

Ratih gave a long sigh.

"Mama's comfortable living in the village, son. There are many memories of your father. Mama pray that you will be successful and find a soul mate who comes from our area. So that your life is not too far from your mother." Riska smiled faintly at her mother's prayer.

"Aamiinu. But for now Riska has not thought of remarrying Mah. The pain of betrayal is still here, Mah."

The car continues to drive until it has unconsciously entered the urban area. Riska turned her car around and stopped at the mall city about to find a drink to drive away the thirst in her throat.

Riska and her mother got out of the car. Then they entered the shopping center. When you choose something.

"Risc!." Riska looked at the source of the voice. In his eyes was the handsome man's face. But Riska felt she did not know the man.

Riska squinted her eyes, linking her eyebrows together. His brain was trying to remember the guy in front of him who had just said hello. The man wearing the mask seemed to smile when he saw Riska's expression recalling her. But, it seems Riska did not manage to find the answer. It was clearly visible from his head.

"Who is? sorry I forgot." Riska was finally honest when she gave up. The woman pushing the trolley did not manage to remember who the man in front of her was.

"It's okay Riska. It's only natural that you forget. Because open only you who are not wearing. Almost all of our friends barely remember me. Because I used to be nobody." The man looked at Riska who was increasingly confused.

The man who wore a short shirt with the brand of inport products combined with jeans and shoes when it opened the mask that has since covered his handsome face. The sweet smile came from the red lips that never touched alcohol or cigarettes.

Riska was silent for a moment. This time his brain worked even harder considering the handsome man before him. However, his efforts returned in vain. Because his memory could not find the face of the young man in the past Riska.

"Sorry, I completely forgot. We know where, huh?." Riska bit her lower lip and lowered her head. Feeling guilty and unwell on your own. Fear of being arrogant. Not wanting to remember, no. But, it was truly unable to recognize such a dashing man.

The ringing of the man's phone was clearly heard. From the tone of his call, Riska understood that that rang did not belong to the man before her.

"Yes, Bun. I'm looking for his stuff for a while. Wait a minute, yeah, Bun." The guy who hasn't introduced himself to Riska was talking over her phone. His mother was waiting for him.

Realizing the man was busy calling, Riska looked up again. Staring at the face of a handsome man who had somehow appeared from which hemisphere. Riska again tries to collect memories of the tall man in front of her.

Again nil because Riska does not have a memory of the man.

"You still don't remember who I am, Ris?." a sweet smile came back from the lips of the man in the hat after disconnecting from his mother.

The man's question made Riska smile in embarrassment. He felt guilty to the point of clumsy himself. Because really do not understand who the man who claimed to know Riska.

"I'm Vino Kids Ips 1. Your old classmate. Here's my business card. Sorry I had to leave in a hurry." The tall man handed a business card to Riska who was taken from his donpet which was stored in the back of the bag.

The woman received it, had not had time to read the business card. The man named Vino asked him to speak again.

"If you have time and want to call that number. I'm so sorry, I have to leave immediately because my mother has been waiting for me in the car" said Vino and was responded by a nod by Riska.

"This is his thing that was left behind." Vino continued as Riska's eyes stared at the basket the man was holding.

"I went to the cashier first. Already in Mommy because." again the man resigned after hearing the word Oh from Riska's lips.

Riska looked at the man with the wide back. Then, he remembered the business card available in his hand. "Vino Sebastian's Son." Once the name is written on a small paper commonly called a business card.

"Vino Sebastian's son?." Riska is after the name. Then look at the back that is still waiting in line in front of the cashier.

"See who, son? Is Siska here?." Ratih who was just looking for a glass on the next shelf was confused to find sculpted observing someone.

Not without reason Ratih mentioned the name Siska. Because his nephew who became a destroyer of the household his son lived in the area here. Afraid that the child will again make the act that will trouble Riska.

"Ooh that's not it, Mah. Not Siska, Kok, Mah. Just met a friend. But, Riska forgot who she was?." Riska gave an honest statement. Then, his right hand took the dipper. One of the tools he was looking for.

"Who is the Mama Cirain? Thank goodness it wasn't Siska. Mama really doesn't want to have a conversation with that kid anymore, son. Try to shop fast, yes. Mama doesn't linger in a place like this."

Mama took a glance at all corners of the mall. Many visitors.

Right now is a wekeend on a young date. It is natural that shopping centers overflow their visitors.

"Mama take it easy, Siska couldn't have dared to come here or hit Riska in this place. Riska was sure she was now unlikely to be rash after the incident at the park that time. His good name's been ruined everywhere, Mah. Don't worry about that." Riska convinced her mother.

The woman who had struggled to raise Riska alone was also snuggled. Though his heart still hesitated, not because Ratih felt like that. Because Siska can appear suddenly and is afraid to do reckless things.

"Thankful then. Hopefully he can't be sassy anymore. Mama's already feeling this dizzy." Ratih began to massage his temples that felt faint.

Hearing her mother's words, Riska immediately accelerated her pace in finding some items needed for her rented needs. Riska, who had sold all the goods in her old house, now had to buy new things for a new place to live.

Ratih who does not like crowded places. When forced will suddenly dizzy.

In the midst of searching for items, Vino's name again flashed in Riska's mind.

"The casino?." Riska repeated the name of the man while taking the tool slowly lan to use in her contract later.

The man's confession made Riska gawk for a moment. The next second he covered his mouth with his palm.

Called Ips 1 child Riska's memory goes a long way to a few years ago. Precisely where they were still proud of wearing a white-gray uniform. Riska's memory immediately sorted out the faces of each of her contemporaries. One by one their faces began to drift in Riska's pelupuk.

Shortly thereafter, the name Vino appeared to adorn the memory of the woman in the ponytail.

The face of a geeky man who looked often aloof in class. Not considered by his friends because it is too quiet.

"Is that Vino possible? how is the change far away? But, the name Vino there is only one. Ah, you know ah dark." Riska muttered alone. His mother beside him could barely hear him.

Meanwhile, Riska forgets about who Vino is. Now the focus is on looking for items that are not yet in his contract. Starting from toiletries, kitchen needs, including dishes and countrymen. Carpet is also one of the items that Riska is looking for.

"Son, what else are you going to buy?." Trained to follow where her son went. The woman who had entered the five heads began to feel tired down the shopping center.

The tiredness made him want to immediately stop going around.

Although Ratih rarely invited to travel to the shopping center but his mother Riska is not easily glare or amazed by the items on display at the place.

"Now, yeah, Mah. This isn't all. There are still a few more to look for. Later when we finish eating first in the meatballs Sony, Mah. Or do you want to wait out there? or do you want to get in the car first?."

Riska looked at her mother with sadness, because Ratih had shown her tired face.

"Yes, my mom is waiting. Don't be long, mama's dizzy in a place like this." Train the type of woman who does not like to linger in the crowd.

It took him fifteen minutes to search for Riska's less groceries.

"Come, Mah. We're staying at the cashier. Mama's waiting here or in the parking lot?." Riska already felt sorry to see the face of Ratih who looked tired. For Ratih it is better to work in the fields than to wander around and linger in such a place.

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