My cousin Maduku
The Part 50

"Aren't you Riska?" asked Vino, turning to Riska after she dispersed the people.

"I-I didn't papa, thank you for helping me" Riska said. "But what are you doing here?" asked Riska staring at the tall man in a checkered shirt, Riska still did not expect if the handsome man in front of her was her schoolmate first.

"I live around here" said Vino staring intensely at Riska, in an intense gaze like that Riska became misbehaved.

"The guest is not invited in, son?." asked Ratih who suddenly came and anted by goj*k. He approached Riska and Vino. Ratih had just come home from shopping so he did not know the commotion that had happened earlier.

Vino smiled faintly then was about to shake Ratih's hand. Ratih welcomed the hand in a friendly manner.

"I'm Vino Aunt, greetings know. Don't you just stay here, Auntie."

"Oh yeah, let's go in first, Vin." Riska then offers her guest to enter her house.

"Let's just here, Ris!" she refused subtly.

Riska also according to then shifted one of the plastic stools nearby. They sat side by side between the tables in the middle.

"Then Auntie came in firstwell, what would Vino want to drink?" asked Ratih.

"Don't bother Auntie!" replied Vino looking awkward.

"No hassle really." replied Ratih then walked in and prepared a banquet for his guest Riska.

After the departure of Ratih, suddenly the atmosphere became awkward.

"Ehem, Risk." The man deliberately cleared his throat to start their conversation.

"Eh, ii-yeah.." Riska stammered.

Vino smiled at Riska's response, in Riska's heart looks very adorable.

"Why silence?" asked Vino.

Riska looked up at the handsome man, the look she had just looked forward turned to look at the handsome face like a ginseng country actor. To be honest Riska is not so sure, if it is true that Vino was his schoolmate first.

"To be honest I'm still not sure if you're really my old schoolmate" Riska replied honestly.

Vino chuckled at Riska's reasoning.

"So you've been quiet since then, because you still don't know me?" asked Vino again. And in response to the nod by Riska.

"Look, my appearance was different now. I used to be a cupu and often become a bulyan material friends. No one wants to be friends with me but you. I'm glad to know you, Riska. And I'm always amazed to see your courage first when facing Rendy and her gang." said Vino who remembers her dark period who was once a bulyan object at school because of her appearance.

Riska smiled at the man's words.

"I'm happy to be able to help, but I'm not that cool." Riska replied.

"You are indeed cool Riska." praised Vino for making Riska's cheeks red.

"Oh well it's noon, sorry I said goodbye. Next time we talk again. Take it easy, your neighbor I'm sure won't bother you anymore." said Vino as he stood up.

Riska nodded and escorted the departure of her schoolmate to the gate of the house. Vino walked towards the car he parked on the side of the road. Riska was still standing staring at Vino's back until Vino got into the car.

Drought mobile phones resuscitate Riska. Then taking the cell phone that was in her pants pocket, there was a message coming in from her husband Septia.

"Inalillahi." said Riska surprised after reading a short message from Reza, Septia's husband.

"Where are the guests, son?" said Ratih who brought a tray of water and snacks.

Riska turned her head and turned to face Ratih.

"It's gone Mah, he said go to the office" Riska replied.

"Well, it's noon, is it bad at this new hour to the office?" asked Ratih confused because now it has shown at 9 more than 30 minutes. People usually start working at 8 a.m.

"Either Mah, Riska does not know." replied Riska lethargic.

"Septia is in Mah's hospital" Riska replied.

"Innalallahi. What's going on."

"I don't know, either, I told her husband earlier." said Riska.

"Well, let alone, now get us ready to go to the hospital."

Riska nodded and followed her mother into the house to get ready.

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"And who sells tissues?." Ratih looked at his former son-in-law over there.

When Riska and Ratih arrived at the hospital parking lot, they looked at someone who had been part of their family while on the road.

The mother and son were watching Danang who was peddling tissues to the catfish pecel tent with his wheelchair. Yes he was offering a tissue to the catfish pecel trader but was subtly rejected because there was still stock. Not desperate, Danang also peddled tissue to people who were eating in the tent pecel catfish. Soon Danang came out again with the tissue still in his hand. And that is still under the observation of Ratih and Riska.

"Is Siska now completely bankrupt so Danang should sell like that?." The coach smiled in disdain.

"Let's mah, he should be like that. Life requires struggle and sacrifice. Riska remembers how she was the one who sustained the man's life, but was instead avenged with betrayal.

"Is he not ashamed?." Ratih understands very well how the attitude of his former daughter-in-law who has high prestige.

"Since long ago he had no veins of shame, Mah. Let it be so that Danang can feel the bitterness of looking for money." Riska immediately took her mother's hand to the hospital lobby.

Riska immediately met the receptionist and asked where the VIP room was located.

"No need to ask the receptionist, follow me." the baritone's voice made Riska turn her head. Then squint when you meet the guy with the glasses.

Realizing that there was an Abian, Ratih immediately asked where the Septia room was headed. Then the middle-aged woman chose to walk first.

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to come here too?." Riska aligns the steps with the man who is walking casually.

"And neither do you, Miss Riska, so why am I talking? it doesn't matter either, except later .. it will always report to you." Abian again put on a flat face with a straight forward view. Her right hand is pinching the fruit parcel. His left hand he put in his pants pocket.

Riska did not understand what her best friend's words meant and turned to Abian by frowning. His brain was trying to digest the speech of the man who had the job as a lawyer. Unfortunately, I don't understand.

"My brain isn't nyampe, so I can't understand what you're saying, Mr. lawyer." Riska really doesn't understand what Abian means.

"Thank God you don't understand." Abian began to climb the stairs to the top floor. Actually there is an elevator but specifically intended for employees and hospital patients only.

There was not a single person speaking, there was only the sound of their shoes pacing out at each other during the countless steps.

"Why stop?" asked Riska looking at Abian who was already upstairs.

Riska frowned when she found Abian staring at the stairs instead of walking straight away.

"Fear you're not up." He spoke so lightly.

"If I don't get to the top floor, what do you want?." challenge Riska while raising her chin.

"Well, if you fall, I'll just call the nurse." Abian raised his eyebrows towards Riska.

"Basic..." Riska thumped her lips in annoyance.

After Riska had reached the top floor, Abian walked ahead of Riska.

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