It's not Cinderella

Chapter 1 The Journey of Life

Praditha Princess..An independent girl, since Junior High she has been able to find her own money without the knowledge of her parents. The fad of the skill lesson he got from Junior High that he filled his free time. He can pay for his own school until the end of High School. Ditha lives with her grandmother because she has a husband again and does not want to be disturbed by children from previous marriages.

When the 3rd grade of Elementary School his father died, 1 year later his mother remarried with a widower without children and gave his mother a choice between children or husbands, and then his mother, because her mother no longer wants to live alone, Ditha and Yayan are sent to her grandmother's house.

Ditha must fight to regain her parents' affection, to fight for her love.

From the marriage of Miss Silma with her new husband was not given a child because her husband was barren and only then did Silma know after 2 years of marriage. It's also that Silma's mother knows from her ex-husband's wife about the cause of their divorce, yes.bu Silma's umpteenth wife from Mr. Salman.

Rice has become porridge.and porridge is stale so Silma's mother had to continue the marriage even without children rather than having to widow again.

Mr. Salman continued Ditha can actually be said to be economically capable and because he felt he was not his son then Ditha and Yayan never enjoyed the father's property he continued.

From year to year Ditha and Yayan lived with her grandmother almost never seen by her mother. Though the distance of the house is very close when the journey is only 15 minutes, but their relationship is like other people.

Ditha grows up to be a carbuncle mature girl. She is very beautiful naturally the result of treatment from her grandmother who works as a child shaman in her village. Although only a child shaman Grandma Eti is very skilled and built by midwives in her village.

Lucky Ditha can finish her High School at her own expense from her handicrafts, in Ditha's mind it's okay to work at home just from her hobby of sewing cloth patchwork, in her mind, the rest of the pieces of cloth he got from tailors in his village and neighboring villages.

While his brother works in the village head office as a hansip and cleaning service, Yayan is married, just married 6 months ago, the wife is also an orphan, Yayan's schoolmate. They both live next to her grandmother's house, a small two-sided room that was once made into a warehouse by Yayan's late grandfather.

Although the simple life of Eti's grandmother, Ditha, Yayan and Fitri are very grateful even though they sometimes fall awake through it.

Until the age of 20 years Ditha....

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After years of saving for his ideals in order to buy a sewing machine, Ditha opened her piggy bank.was felt quite because she was promised by a tailor who gave her a piece of cloth perca sewing machine.

Coincidentally the patchwork stock stayed a little go he to Laila's bu house in the next village. About 10 minutes by bike until he arrived at the house of Laila bu because his grandmother's house is located not far from the border between villages.

"Assalamu aleikum bu Laila"

"Wa alaikum salam, Miss Laila is having a guest, just enter." said Iin one of the students who learned to sew at the sewing course owned by Bu Laila.

" Yes In, thank you"

When entering into the room seen next to the mother Laila was talking while measuring the body of a mother apparently the mother was a customer of Laila's mother who was about to make clothes in the place of Laila's mother.Sudden little talk mom Laila with the mother, Ditha was a little familiar with the mother's voice, curious but because the mother turned her back to Ditha then Ditha did not know for sure who the mother was.

While looking at the sewing machine he was going to buy and the potonga of patchwork he wanted to bring home Ditha heard the conversation of Laila with the mother.

" Don't forget Laila's jeng must be on time huh! 1 Month 5 my shirt should be finished, anyway it should be on time"

" I try madam, I also have a lot of other stitches waiting for me to do"

" The others do after I've just jeng Laila, I will pay cash first, not pay later after the clothes are finished just pay, anyways I have an important subscription you know!"

" Yes God willing, madam"

It's finished measuring and noted that the mother was returning home. As soon as Ditha turned around, she recognized the mother.

'Mother.' in Ditha's heart was shocked, it was fitting that she knew her voice.

"Mother.."Call Ditha.

The mother looked over and frowned.

"Who are you?"

In the village next door no one knows that Miss Silma has 2 children, because she does not want to be stamped as a parent who does not care about children, he better know he has no children.

"Mothers...This is Ditha's mother." said Ditha with teary eyes, how could not know her own child even though the last time she met at the breakup of her Junior High School first. Well long ago indeed until the change of his son sari teen growing up his mother did not know, maybe his face had changed Ditha's bathin because she had become a mature girl.

Walking closer to Silma's mother, Ditha wanted to hug her mother, but was tepis by Silma's mother.

"Who do you want to hug me" Silma went to step outside Laila's house and hurried into the car waiting for her.

"Hurry up sir, we go home" Silma's mother orders her personal driver, and the car drives away leaving Ditha dumbfounded to see her mother's departure.

" E.enggak ma'am."answered Datha samb pretended to tidy up her hair, she wiped away her tears that had fallen down. He took a deep breath to remove the tightness in his chest after receiving rejection from his mother.

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" Deuh.repot me if it's already Miss Silma who ordered clothes, it should be this way..must be fast kelar, I guess I don't have another seam queue aja" complained Miss Laila.

"It doesn't want to be done with others, it has to be me." continued Ms. Laila.

"Well how else ma'am, the result of the stitching mother is good siiiih." praise Ditha encouraging bu Laila.

"Ah....kamu can aja..., here are pieces of fabric percanya there are many you bring, if the remnants of approximately half a meter you buy Rp.8000,-aja around want?"

"Oh yes, there are two sewing machines that I want to sell, because I have bought two more new ones" continued Miss Silma.

"How much is the engine, ma'am? If I have enough money, I'll buy one."

"That's a long time ago also 500rb aja, if both I release 800rb deeeeeeh..."

"Well ma'am, I buy both, my money is enough" said Ditha girang.

"Yes already if the fabric of the trial I love, but if there are brooches crafts you may ask for one or two hehehe....you have a really creative hand, surely your parents are proud of you." said Bu Laila. She is very happy to know Ditha because she does not have a daughter.

In the delusion of Laila's mom, it's like having a daughter-in-law like Ditha, ah not Ditha, Aryo's classmate, a child who only thinks how if he betroth his son with Ditha must be fun.

Aryo is a textile entrepreneur so in line with his mother who likes to sew, Aryo's own father, pak Sudarmono a businessman raw materials for textiles, so in their family run a business related to each other.

Compact that is the motto of family life Pak Sudarmono and bu Laila. So if you have a daughter-in-law like Ditha, it would be very suitable to think Laila.

Praised to have creative hands Ditha was very happy, but considering her parents would be proud or not, Ditha's heart was very sliced, as she had just received rejection from her mother.

" My parents don't know what I'm doing ma'am, I don't want to bother my parents" said Ditha gloomily.

"True Ditha, you're a child who doesn't want to trouble your parents, but that's okay, at least we women should not be weak, and can help find income as well, too, he said, you see if the mother economically does not lack from the mother's husband, the mother does not want to sit on her hands, keep running the mother's hobby and produce as well, and of course useful for others and the family, he said, mom so never buy clothes, just sew yourself, with the current dress model as well, hehe..."

"Just the spirit of Ditha" continued Ms. Laila.

"Yes mom.thank you"

"This is the rest of the fabric that is approximately 10kg per meter, the trial cloth there are three large plastic bags."

"Yes ma'am, this is the money, a lot of ya ma'am, how I took it, I just ride a bike" said Ditha confused.

"Ih..soooo, a moment, said Ms. Laila while going into the mother's house looking for her son Aryo.

Aryo is engrossed in seeing the laptop finish its work which he monitors from home only.

He deliberately worked from home because he wanted to relax a little.

"Yoo....Aryoooooo...banak motheraaa..lovely....darang....teruwu.uwuuuuu."

Always so bu Laila called her son as if his son was small and funny again.

"Jeez motheraaaaa..kok Aryo wants to be a baby again yaaaaa...."

Aryo's hands perched on his forehead, while answering his mother's call.

It is common in the family of Laila bu full of jokes like opera..every day like that so that the family is very comfortable at home to work from home only.

"Please help Ditha doooooong."

"Yes mother, what help bun?" hearing Ditha's name, Aryo became the 45th spirit.

Seeing his son the spirit of Laila bu a little surprised.Kayaknya easy nih closer Aryo with Ditha, his bathin....

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