Tsunami Wedding
47. Rage Riska

"What am I supposed to lie to you, Din. I just want to forget Bang Malik. It hurts a lot in giniin, Din. Ten years we've been together, it's been sick enough."

Dina thought for a moment, she never did either, she thought. Suddenly he remembered something, "Well! You remember Mbah Kakung?"

"Bah Kakung?"

"Yes! ituloh, whose home is near our former madrasah. He's got mango trees and mangoes you steal a lot, remember?"

"I'm not the one who stole it, but you!"

"I climb, you tell me to."

"Why are we debating?" irked Khadijah.

Dina giggled amusedly, "Bah Kakung is still alive now, you remember 'wasn't it a lot of people who came to his house he said he wanted to seek treatment when he was not a doctor, remember?"

"yes too! We didn't know anything."

"Well, will you try it?"

"May deh!"

"You sure?"

The tring!

The alarm on Dina's phone rang, a sign that she was going to class now, "It's 9 o'clock, Jah!" he said it with a bad taste.

"Yes, I'm home first."

"I'm not angry, I even want to tell more stories with you."

"I understand, Teacher! I'll go home first, I'll wait at home later in the afternoon. Take care of my daughter at school!"

"Ready, jah!"

Khadijah came home on his motorbike, intending to stop by the lake before arriving home. The lake is now a habit. When she was a girl, she never went there. Boro-boro go there, work holiday can sleep pretty she already Alhamdulillah.

Khadija sat down and threw a stone into the water, suddenly Malik called him.

[Assynolt!]

[Ofename.]

[What's up, Bang?]

[Healthy, Jah?]

[Alhamdulillah, healthy wal'afiat. Riska is also healthy even she is happy to have new friends here.]

[Is Riska nanyain Abang?]

[Never, Bang.]

[Abang misses you guys,] Malik said from behind his phone. [Well! When home?]

[Where to go, Bang? Here the house is colonized now.]

[Abang has not divorced Colonized!]

[Then divorce is colonized!]

[Until any time Colonized will be the wife of Brother. Be healthy there, love you.]

Tut!

Khadijah immediately turned off his phone, now he was like a kite being pulled around by Malik. Her tears dripped, occasionally she screamed loudly. When satisfied, he went home.

In the afternoon Riska came home with Abdullah, the uncle and nephew came home tired because the heat of the sun went straight to his head.

"Mommy's son is home!" Shouted Khadijah from within.

Khadija hugged her daughter, but not the smile Riska gave her. "What's up, honey?"

"Risk doesn't want to go to school!" Pekik Riska's.

All were astonished, Abdullah who had been with Riska was also surprised because the reason the little boy did not behave like that earlier.

"Risca! What's up, honey?"

Abdullah approached Riska, "Hi beautiful Uncle's nephew, what's wrong? You were still cheerful."

"Uncle, Riska does not want to go to school again if her clothes are not uniform. Shy to wear your own dress."

"Son, the clothes are stitched first. You're a new child" Khadija softly explained.

"It's better to just stay there, the clothes are only one type so it's not complicated!"

It felt like Khadija wanted to hit her hand against the wall so upset, why should she praise the place again, he thought.

Abdullah, who knew his brother's frustration, clasped his shoulders, "Silver goes to the room. Regarding Riska, let Dullah be careful!"