My cousin Maduku
Chapter 6 Home Village

"Yes, Honey. I remember exactly. But before that happens we have to make a plan first. If we are reckless we will not produce what we want. All must be thought carefully if we want everything to go according to our plan. Don't you want something from Riska?."

Emotions that have not yet come down are now back up.

Without feeling my hands clenched tightly until my nails whitened. I never thought that nice looking man, was a cunning man! and how can I live with him for these four years?.

The plans? what plans are they planning?.

O Allah. strengthen the servant.

"OK, but remember you don't go back to that house again if you want this baby to be safe." Siska threatened her husband. Ah, my husband too.

Siska has become a different person. He has changed. Threatening and ambitious. Eight months of not meeting made me not recognize his personal song. What was behind Siska's change in attitude? And what are they planning behind my back?.

"alright. I will try to be patient until this child is born. But you have to keep your promise. Divorce her as soon as all our plans go smoothly!."

I feel there is enough evidence. Septia and I left the cafe.

"I'm with you tonight, yeah. The ris? I can't bear to leave you alone in this condition." Septia said after you were outside the Cafe gate.

"What about your husband? Does he allow it?."

Kupandangi the typical face of West Java women. I didn't want to accompany Septia to the point of ignoring her husband.

A wife obedient to her husband is the main thing. I used to hold that principle. I would never go or do anything if Mas Danang wouldn't let me.

However, right now I will never do that again. Because soon I'm no longer his wife. For me, he is no longer my husband. If the wife had the power to drop talak, then this second I had dropped talak for Mas Danang.

"You forgot that my husband was accompanying his parents umrah?." Septia looked at me full of probes. I smiled thinly after that.

Mocking my own senility. Ah, not exactly mocking himself who has been fooled by the people around.

"Where? or sleep alone in the inn? I know you need a friend to share your heart." Septia is still loyal beside me.

I was silent for a while before I finally made a choice.

"Well if you don't mind" Septia was right. I need friends for different flavors in here. I need input when the heart and brain are dead.

We also walked home. Not to my inn, but to the house of Septia, the woman who had married the widower without the child. And until now they have not been blessed with a baby.

On the way to the Septia residence, my phone rang. Who's calling? deftly I reached into the bag of canklong. Then take that advanced thing. Bi Narti, what's he doing? Is Siska's mother telling me that her son is married to my husband? or heat up me that his son has managed to contain his seed Mas Danang?.

Before answering the phone from Bi Narti, Septia pulled my body towards him. For behind you is passing Mas Danang with his young wife. I let the phone ring to death. I can't pick up the phone in front of that traitorous human. A little bit they'll recognize my voice.

My chest throbbed pain as these eyes caught the wet hand grip of Mas Danang with Siska. They look very friendly. I'm sick to see it. Mas Danang is still my husband. And this love is still there for him. Lying if this taste suddenly dies. It takes a process to remove this taste.

Actually, what's Mas Danang's job here? how much money do you get a month?

I turned my gaze in the other direction as my cousin's hand which was now a bitter honey swung spoiled on Mas Danang's arm. They were standing in front of the road waiting for a passing vehicle.

My chest is back to full of thought given the shopping money I was given. With me the man rarely gives a living. Even a million and a half should be in for two with his mother. I was asked to meet the needs of her mother's life. While here he had fun with his young wife. How outrageous of you, Danang! don't expect after this you can use me again. Enough of your mother's needs!.

"He's gone." Septia reminded. I'm nagging.

"You can't lose to them," Septia patted my back gently. I've told him so much that he knows what it's like to be me now.

After making sure they have completely gone from the Cafe area. Immediately I call Bi Narti's number back. My real aunt and my middle mother. What's he gonna call?.

"Assynolajet. What's wrong Bi?." Little chief I say hello to Siska's mother. However Bi Narti had a big hand in his son's betrayal with Mas Danang behind me.

"Riska, your mom's on the run to the clinic." Bi Narti's voice has surprised me.

"Why? What made her enter the Clinic?." My voice weakened along with shock and fear. Afraid of my great woman for nothing, I'm not ready to lose her. He is now the only backstop of my life in this world.

"hypertension. When are you coming here? There's no way your aunt's gonna be waiting for your mother all the time. You have a life of your own." Bi Narti's voice was quite faint in the ears of Iji.

"Auntie mind keeping Mama at the clinic? in fact, my mother never minded helping Bubu when insulted by your husband's family! Mama who gave a helping hand to Bibi while the others were away. Aunty didn't forget, did she?." I disconnected the phone unilaterally. Son and Ibh both brengs*k and do not know at profit!.

My chest went up and down instantly. My hands clenched perfectly. The emotions inside here multiply many times. Not lost the emotions made by his son is now added again with his mother who does not know himself.

"Septian. I'm coming home tonight. My mom went into the clinic." My voice shook.

"I'm with you, you can't go home alone. It's already night." Septia looked worried and took out the phone from her small bag and fiddled with the flat object.

"With you taking me home? is your husband allowing it?."

"This is me again chat husband wants permission. To get there, I'll call my cousin's sister who works as a travel driver." Without looking, Septia answered all my questions. His hands and eyes focused on the screen.

"Thank you Tya, may Allah repay your kindness" I do not know what else to say.

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