My cousin Maduku
Chapter 47

After accompanying his son shopping for necessities and needs in his new contract, Ratih presented his body on the carpet that had just been bought by Riska.

His plan Riska will buy a new mattress and will come later in the afternoon. Seeing the tired face of his mother, Riska could not bear to then brew warm tea and thrust in front of his mother.

"Mom, this is the warm tea" Riska said.

Ratih got up and took a glass of warm tea made by his son and sipped a little.

"What's your plan now, son?." asked Ratih as he put the glass back on the mat.

"Come, but it looks like I'm gonna try to open a grocery store in this place. Riska will find a shophouse that is suitable for Riska's business later." said Riska.

Ratih nodded at his son's explanation.

"Whatever decision you make, mom will support!" said Ratih smiling.

"Thank you Mah." Riska replied.

"Yes, just rest here. Riska's gonna take care of the rest." Practice smiling, then re-spinning her body on the fur carpet.

Contract Riska is a fairly large contract, although not too good as his old house. But enough for him to stay. Consists of 2 bedrooms, 1 guest room, kitchen and bathroom. Next to his house there is an empty land that will be sold. It seemed like he would talk to the landowner if he intended to buy the land.

Riska has already paid the contract for the next 6 months. If it matches he will extend his lease. But if the land he managed to buy, he will build a basic business as well as a house that he will occupy later.

"Mbak, who's occupying this contract?" asked someone as Riska was sweeping the porch.

"Dad Ma'am!" replied Riska trying to be friendly to her neighbor.

"Include me Holy, my house in front of this house rented by Mbak. If Mbak deigns can stop by my house." greetings introductions from new neighbor Riska.

"Greetings to the Holy Mother, I am Riska." as she approached her neighbor and placed a broom on the side of the wall.

"Mbak Riska lives alone?." asked Suci while loosening his gaze behind Riska. Then he sat on a high wall fence only at the waist. Because Riska does not have a chair, she can only allow her neighbors to sit on the wall fence.

"Hhhmm no Ma'am, I live with my mother" Riska replied briefly. Actually he was uncomfortable if he had to chat unnecessary things like this. Not a cocky Riska, but the time is not right. He has just arrived and there is still a lot to do.

"Oh, you're still single?." asked Suci again.

Riska was a little uncomfortable with her neighbor's question. For someone new to meet or know should not ask personal things like this. And Riska felt that her neighbor was disrespectful.

"I just got divorced with my husband Ma'am." Riska replied briefly and tried to be honest with her new status. Although he does not really like his status in the know of many people. But because he was a new person in this neighborhood. Inevitably Riska had to introduce her status now.

"Oh dowager anyway. Be careful if the widow here is not liked by many mothers here, let alone this beautiful widow! Mothers here must be hot for fear of her husband being taken." Riska raised her eyebrows next to hearing the words of her front neighbor.

Whether it was just Riska's feelings or not, but Riska guessed that the look on the Sacred face changed slightly. Not as warm and friendly at the beginning. Especially after Riska said that she had just divorced her husband.

'Is she afraid of her husband I'm seizing?. Cheih kok there are well neighbors who originally kayak gini.' Inner Risk.

"Calm down, Ma'am, I'm not that kind of person." replied Riska who still sounded friendly, but in her heart she wanted to scratch the face of people in front of her this. But as much as possible he could stand it. Riska knows she's new to the neighborhood and she doesn't want to look for trouble.

"Thank God that's it." said Suci cynically and looked at Riska's full search from head to toe.

Feeling at such a gaze, "Why Ma'am?." asked Riska with a look of astonished face mixed in confusion.

"En-not Ma'am. Yes, my mother cooked first, afraid my husband had gone home and starved because there was no food." said Suci then scuffled and ran towards his house.

'Huh so he hasn't cooked and has invited him here?." inward Riska was astonished and shook her head to see the mothers of today who are more concerned with curiosity about the affairs of others while the affairs are not finished. Well even though the reason is for introductions but there will be a time. His plan tomorrow he will be in touch while bringing his hands to his neighbors here.

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The next day, as was his plan yesterday. He would go to some of his neighbors' houses and give his hands as a greeting.

The first house on the way is the house of Bu Rt, previously he had been told where the location of his Rt house.

Before long Riska and her mother had arrived at the house that had a bright green fence. Around the yard of the house in a variety of colorful ornamental plants make this house look beautiful.

"Walaikumsalam." shouted the person who was inside the house. There were steps approaching the two of them.

"Can I help you?." asked a middle-aged mother using a negligee pattern of knee-length flowers.

"Look ma'am, I'm Riska new resident who occupies the contract of Pak Haji Salim, and this is my mother, Ratih" said Riska thrust her hand to get acquainted.

The middle-aged woman greeted Riska's hand warmly. But not yet to shake hands, suddenly a voice from behind resuscitated the three of them.

"Oh so this is well, who hired Pak Haji Salim! it turns out that the person is beautiful well!." praise someone from behind the woman.

The man wearing a moss-green scabbard with a kopeah on his head smiled and shook Riska's hand which was still outstretched in front.

"I'm the head of RT here, my name is Mr. Burhan" said the man, smiling.

Riska glanced at the woman who was believed to be the wife of the RT was smiling wryly.

'Get one more person who doesn't like me. It seems like Mr. Rt's wife is jealous because her husband praised me, how is this?.' Inner Risk.

"Let's sit inside!." take Burhan. "Mom, take our guest inside." Burhan told his wife.

Without saying a single word, Ms. Rt went straight inside.

Riska and Ratih looked at each other.

"I'm sorry my wife, she was like that. His people are jealous!." explains Burhan.

'Had known his jealous wife still praised other women even in the presence of his wife. You crocodile!.' The Inner Riska that assesses Burhan's attitude.

"Come!." take Burhan to his two guests.

Since Riska had to hand over her population data, inevitably she had to enter the house.

After allowing his guests to sit down, Burhan also sat opposite Riska and Ratih who sat on a long sofa. While Burhan himself sat on a special sofa for 1 person.

Before long Ms. RT came out with a tray containing 3 cups of tea.

"Don't bother Miss Rt!" said Ratih.

"No hassle just tea water." said Bu Rt but sounded cynical.

"Okay sir, ma'am, I won't be long because I want to be sent to other neighbors as well. This I want to give my population data." explained Riska without wasting time.

"Oh well." said Mr. Burhan took ktp and kk Riska's.

"So son, Riska is a widow?" asked Mr. Burhan to look at Riska.

"Father sir, I just got divorced with my husband" Riska explained without a cover-up. Riska glanced at the look on Bu Rt's face that looked a little agitated and anxious.

'Was the Holy Word of the time true, huh? if in this neighborhood, mothers do not like widows? then I have to be careful.' Inner Riska who saw the look of Bu Rt's face was the same as the look of the Holy face that stared at her dislike.

"Yes sir, ma'am. Excuse me first. It's a little souvenir from my mother's village. I say thank you." said Riska saying goodbye as she stood up.

"Together, may you be at home well live in this neighborhood" Burhan said while Bu Rt did not say a single word.

"Dad Sir. Aamin."

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