My cousin Maduku
Chapter 9 Trying to Talk to Mama

The night felt. However, even drowsiness seemed reluctant to come to me. Because my brain is still thinking how to tell Mama about Mas Danang's betrayal with Siska behind my back.

When I force deliver, worry Mama back drop because of thought. And I really don't want that to happen. However, keeping this matter alone meant that I was ready to be judged by the woman who conceived and gave birth to me. Mama will continue to consider me a dissident wife.

A very difficult choice. It's like eating simalakama fruit for me. Did he hear all this?.

On the tiled floor, I paced back and forth indistinctly. However, I have not found a way out of this problem. Meanwhile, the chaos continues to rule my heart. I immediately took footsteps into the kitchen. Maybe after sipping a glass of coffee then the idea will appear.

"Ris, haven't slept you yet, son." My mother came to me, stirring coffee in a glass.

I looked up, then looked at that shady face that I had always missed. I shook my head slowly.

"Mama herself why haven't you slept?." A smile I gave to my mom.

"Mama wants to pee," the woman who once risked her own life was immediately thrown into the bathroom.

I pulled the chair in front of the dining table. Then drop this body weight on it.

Occasionally I knead the pain-pulsing temples. I'm gamang. Between wanting to convey or close their betrayal from mama. I looked at the puff of smoke above the pitch black drink with my mind constantly floating.

"What's wrong with you, son? You're not usually like this? something your mom doesn't know?." Ask mom along with the creaking of the chair. I looked up, looking at Mama who was sitting next to me.

"Why coffee, sweet tea, ginger or bandrek? when Mom wants to go in the coffee." Who knows after sitting together like this I have a gap to convey to Mama.

"Ehhmm.it looks good to drink bandrek. Mama's gonna have a little bandrek, son." I'm nagging.

Then I immediately walked towards the food storage cabinet which was not far from the seat. I keep the powder drinks from West Java which is made from ginger, I get a shipment from a friend in the land of Pasundan before coming to my mother's house.

"Siska is married, Mah?." I put a cup of bandrek in front of Mama.

"You don't know yet? Yes, Siska was married when mom left for Umrah. Her husband wants their marriage to accelerate in fear of losing Siska, she said. Not even married here, Siska married on the groom's side, from here only the nuclear family." explained Mama was able to make me smile for a while.

Very clever they make up stories, obviously not married here. They here means ready to be branded actor, by the people around because it has been presumptuous to marry the husband of his own cousin, he said, and it looks like they accelerated the wedding process before Mama came home from the holy land so they have a reason not to invite mama in the marriage.

Mama umroh means just walked about 4 months ago. As soon as my memory goes through the walls and the time-lane machine until a few months ago, I immediately give up whatever happened back then, And I'm sure and I understand that before Mama's departure to the Holy Land, I told her I wanted to come to Mother's sister's celebration across the island, I could not come because I had to go home to release my mother's departure to the Holy Land.

Finally with great heart I went home my own village and mama understood the reason Mas Danang when calling him the day after Mama's departure. When I went home, on the way I got the news that my best friend's husband and parents in the white-gray period had died. I also judged his residence located in the District. Seeing Nessa who was so sad, I accompanied her until 3 nights on advice from Mas Danang.

I realized why she was so excited, telling me to keep Nessa company until Nessa was no longer saddened by the loss of her husband and her parents. I guess because sincere turned out to be just a mode so that he could calmly undergo a marriage contract for the second time. Apparently at that time she and her mother were preparing for her wedding day with Siska. They had already laid out such a plan.

The tightness suddenly radiated all over this chest. Anger is back in control of this self. I never thought those around me would be traitors.

Immediately I sipped the coffee that has warm-warm these nails to the toilet. I closed my eyes and Istighfar repeatedly slid in my heart.

"Since then, you've never met again?." After a bit of calm, I tried to pry the information back from mama. Mama just shook her head while sipping a warm drink in front of her.

"Bi Narti or Siska told mama at that time?" should be so. because Siska was treated like a child by her mother. To her mother, Siska was her second child.

"Yes they called Mama in the red. They begged for blessing and apologized for not waiting for Mama's return because her husband's family kept pressing."

It was not sudden but it had been planned in such a way by them. Evil to all of them. Watch out for you, Bi Narti, Siska, Mas Danang, Mother. I won't stay silent after this. Just look at it later. Especially you, Mom! My sacrifice all this time has never been appreciated. People are not grateful!.

"What's going on in your heart, son?." I looked at the mother who was looking at me carefully.

"Mama's not weird about Siska's sudden wedding?." I opened my mind a little.

There was a crease on my forehead that my mother was surprised by my question, and she shook her head strongly.

"It could be that Siska was getting married quickly not because her husband kept pressing. But because he was afraid to hunt his stomach was enlarged because he was retreating again. Or who knows they they deliberately married Siska because Siska actually married a married man." I stopped because I wanted to see how my mother responded.

"Hus! worry about it by the way!." Mama hit my hand that was resting on the table.

"No way! Siska did that Riska. Siska is a good woman.she is just like you don't like neko-neko. She's a good girl. So there's no way she's pregnant first. Mama knows him just as well as knows you. Don't make slanders. Mama hope you no longer like to be envious of Siska. Until now this Siska has never changed, she is still good and still considers mama as a second mother for her. So never think or accuse anything about Siska. Mama doesn't like it!." Mama just keeps arguing. Without listening to my explanation first.

Yeah, well, when I was a kid I barely got along with Siska. She always bought something similar from her mother. But that's not the poem at the moment. But my honesty will never seem to be accepted by my mother at this time. Even he thought I still liked to be jealous of my cousin.

It seems like this time is not the right time to reveal all my problems in front of mama. Siska was just rubbed, mama was already angry. He does not accept adopted children who double as his nephew in ugly.

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Seriate....