It's not Cinderella

Chapter 3 of Silma

Elsewhere, Silma was still shocked after meeting her son. A little bit sorry he had rejected Ditha.

Arriving at the house of Silma's mother was not calm and her behavior was noticed by her husband.

"What's wrong with you mah ?"

"Mmm..mm..no reward, no nothing really, just tired of making Laila so quickly sew clothes for the next month's event. "

"Actually what event is the reward next month is really important ?" ask Silma to go back to her husband.

"O.oh it's a regular family gathering event, every family has a special dress every time there is a meeting so so do not be ashamed in front of other families, oh yes, mah, your children invite to the event yes. invite first to the Laila bu to sew clothes as well."

"family gathering? How new this time.this is a reward, before nothing right? Why bring the kids? Can you accept kids already? " there are so many questions, Miss Silma, when her husband mentioned her children when her husband forbid talking about children, she thought Silma.

"Udah.alah..later you also know yourself mah, in the first care of what I asked earlier, and your children order clothes for them also so as not to be embarrassed later. " said Mr. Salman as he walked into his study.

Ms. Silma went into her bedroom, sitting at the top of the bed she thought about meeting with Ditha earlier, not knowing that Ditha was an adult, very naturally beautiful with a combined face between her face and Ditha's late father, there was little regret in her heart could not keep up with the growth and development of her children in due to indulging in the lusts of her world.

Have a rich husband but his children suffer what can make of living a widow, poor again, his ears can not hear the babbling of his neighbors. Now wherever he went called the great madam, proud of his heart, apparently his selfishness still prevailed rather than his maternal instincts.

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The next day, Silma went to the market, before going to her mother's house in a neighboring village. In the market he bought sembako and others, to take her to his mother's house. Finished shopping by riding his luxury car then drove to the next village.

Once at her mother's house, Silma got out of the car, knocked on the door from the outside, she heard only the sound of a sewing machine.

"Assalamu aleikum ibuu.." call Silma's mom, 'feelings at home no one can sew but how come the sound of a jahiy machine ya' asked in his heart.

"Assalamu alaikuuum" shouted Silma's mother a little louder than before.

The sound of the sewing machine stopped and sounded authentic.

"Wa aleikum salam, who is it ?" while opening the door Ditha's head came out a little and looked to the right, she was shocked to see who had come.

"Ib...ibuu.." said Ditha somewhat stammered, his chest immediately tightened to remember his rejection of the mother yesterday.

"I...Yes, Ditha is a mother."

"Come on" said Ditha, opening her grandmother's door wide.

"Sit down first mom, Ditha called grandma at aunt Amih's house, grandma was helping Aunt Amih's child give birth" said Ditha while wiping her tears that had flowed without being able to hold.

"Ditha, I don't want to talk to you and your sister."

Ditha knew her mother and grandmother had not gotten along since her mother's marriage to her new husband so it was impossible for her mother to look for her grandmother.

"Kakak Yayan still works ma'am, Kak Fitri is also still teaching at Kindergarten near the village office." Ditha forgets that her mother doesn't know about her sister's marriage.

"Fitri who's Ditha?"

"Sister Fitri wife ka Yayan bu, sorry brother was married 6 months ago."

"Have married?" ms. Silma was shocked.

Sekaggetnya there is no regret in the eyes of Miss Silma, even her heart was not moved to feel the suffering of her children even there is anger, why she was not told about this.

"Why not tell me ?" Do you consider your mother no longer in the world ?" sentak bu Silma's.

Ditha was shocked by Silma's reaction.

"We must how ma'am, it is my mother who acts as if you are not there." said Ditha weakly.

"You...!!" snatch from Silma.

"Well remember this house Silma ?"

"Ib..mom.." Silma was shocked, but her mother was standing by the door.

"How could I forget the love of heart into your body when you I was the birth of Silma.., until you yell at your son !!" continued grandma Eti while glazed.

"Don't I remind you not to come back here and look for us if you still defend Salman ?!"

Eti's grandmother took a breath and sat down beside Ditha.

"Ditha get water to drink first ya nek" said Ditha to stand up.

"No need Ditha, grandma had a drink earlier." hold granny.

"Silma if your arrival is just to add to our wounds, you better go back to your husband's house, please let us live a quiet life even though our economy is mediocre but we are happy ." continued grandma.

"Sorry ma'am, I have been told by Salman to take the children to a family meeting next month" Silma said.

"Oh, did Salman tell you ? If you don't tell them you won't be looking for your kids ? did Salman finally need a child for him to show off to his family ? cruel you are Silma !!!" consecutive questions asked by Eti's grandmother.

"Mom please, who knows after this brother Salman will accept the children and we can gather again." isak bu Silma.

"Gather together again ?? Gather your brain and heart first Silma !!" bentak granny.

"When the children have grown up, and Yayan is already married, Ditha was his age had prepared himself for one day of marriage then you want to invite together ?? instead they are ready to separate and build their own households, each living with their small families, so it's useless for you to invite Silma !! Do you understand ??" Grandma still questions her daughter's responsibilities.

"Please ma'am, let Silma talk to Yayan and Ditha." talk to Silma.

"It's up to you, but remember don't force the kids, you know !!?"

"I am mom.."

"Ditha, try to tell your sister, can go home no, if you can with Fitri all let me introduce you to your mother " grandma said to Ditha as she walked into her bedroom to rest after a night of helping her neighbor give birth.

"Yes to nek ."

Ditha walked up to her sewing machine table and took her gawai to contact her sister.

While waiting, Silma was a bit confused by the condition of her parents' house unlike 5 years ago when she last stepped on her feet to deliver Ditha after her Junior High School breakup.

The house ortunya used to be very bad and uncomfortable, feel very narrow, but now even though the size of the house does not change but feels comfortable and cool, the arrangement of goods is very neat, very neat, maybe it's a touch of Ditha and Yayan's hand, the bathin. Children are as creative as their late husband.

Twice Ditha contacted her sister no response, 'maybe busy' Ditha's bathin.

"Mom, sister has Ditha called but does not respond maybe more work ma'am ."

"Yes already Ditha, let me wait a moment longer, mang Kariiim. please put down the groceries earlier yes." orders Silma to her personal driver who was sitting on the porch of her mother's house.

"Good mistress ."

Mang Karim is a friend of Ditha's late father even because of the death of Ditha's father, but Karim knows, only he was told to shut up by Mr. Salman, he said, because they do not want to lose their jobs and also paid to keep their mouths shut then mang Karim according to it, although sometimes pity to see the children of Silma's mother.

"This is mom buying Ditha kitchen needs, bring it inside ya." Silma said to her son.

"Kok bother ma'am, there's still plenty of supplies inside ."

"So pa-pa Ditha, make a deposit so you don't buy anymore" said Silma, her tone was not as angry as before her mother came.

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