It's not Cinderella

Chapter 4 Yayan's cold attitude

Twice Ditha contacted her sister with no response, and Ditha sent a message on the green app, a message that their mother wanted to get them to talk.

45 Minutes after the message was sent, Yayan opened his car with a growl he read a message from his sister. Who would have thought his mother still remembered his children must have wanted to find them both.

Because the clean-up job is finished and later tonight it is his turn to guard the night in his village as a host, then he can go home first to get ready.

Before returning home Yayan stopped at Kindergarten where his wife taught which is located next to the village office, he wanted to take his wife home and meet her mother because since marriage he had not introduced her at all.

Coincidentally his wife's teaching hours were over, the children were also home, Fitri saw Yayan pick him up. Immediately he told the head of the Kindergarten to go home first.

By foot Yayan and Fitri arrived at the grandmother's house in approximately 10 minutes.

"Assalamu alaikum." said Yayan and Fitri simultaneously.

"Wa alaikum salam, have you gone home? "

"Yes Tha" replied Fitri. " Sister next door first change clothes huh Tha. " Because they didn't see the mother in the living room, they didn't ask Ditha.

As soon as stepping out of the house Ditha prevented them.

"Ka. mother is waiting in my room. "

"Yes we changed clothes first, very hot" said Yayan as he walked out of his grandmother's house.

After changing clothes Yayan did not immediately return to his grandmother's house, because he was still tired he collapsed first while preparing himself because he had to stay up late to guard the village tonight, did not feel he overslept.

While Fitri as usual goes into the kitchen at home grandmothers prepare cooking for their lunch.

1 hour passed because her sister did not appear, Ditha followed Fitri to the kitchen.

"Sister...where are Yayan's kak? I'm waiting for you.."

"The most sleep, your brother will patrol later tonight, so energy preparation is also him. "

"Ooh yeah ka, how about mom ?"

Yayan was already behind Ditha.

"Let's mom wait for Ditha, an hour and two hours is also not pa-pa, we wait for the conscious mother for years Tha." said Yayan is a bit heavy actually he to meet his mother.

"So sister. let's quickly know what masu in talking about and quickly also mother back to her husband." said Ditha still did not want to call her mother's husband with the call of father. Who only wants to be with his mother but does not want to be with his children.

"Well, you are also Tha, let's go to the living room, you have to come with Fit." continued Yayan.

"Yes.iya.." said Fitri.

In the living room, Silma was sitting in the living room chair drinking tea made by Ditha.

Fitri immediately greeted and kissed her mother-in-law's hand, Silma's mother welcomed Fitri's hand, as soon as she saw Yayan bu Silma wanted to touch Yayan, but Yayan immediately sat in front of her without saying anything.

Slightly swept in the heart, Silma saw Yayan's behavior, so she took a deep breath.

"Mom wants to talk to you" Silma said after Ditha sat down.

"Next month there is a meeting of your father's family, your father invites you to attend as well, tomorrow take your time, we go to Laila's jeng house to measure your body to make clothes to fit one family at the meeting, tomorrow you guys pick up ."

Which father do you mean, our father is gone." said Yayan coldly.

"Yayan !! mr Salman's mother's husband then he's your father !!" snatch from Silma.

"What does a father mean, mother? Is it just status ? already acting as a father? huuh. who is sir Salman depriving mother of us ." Press Yayan firmly.

"Yayan mother please, maybe after this your father is aware of the existence of the mother's children."

"Stop calling him our dad ma'am !!" yayan said again while standing up to leave the living room.

"Yaaaan.."

"Look at you later.. Yayan wants to take a break in preparation for the night, Yayan has to work to be able to live." said Yayan as he stepped out of his grandmother's house.

Sreeeeet.keback like there was a razor blade stuck in Silma's heart.

All this time he struggled with property while his children had to panting for the sake of life, even though there were their grandmothers who took care of them still their lives mediocre.

Fitri just kept silent to see her husband's behavior, she stood up and went back to greet and kissed her mother-in-law's hand and followed her husband.

"Ditha, please persuade your sister, yes, tomorrow I will pick you up." Silma said to Ditha, who kept quiet to see everything.

Ditha just nodded her head not wanting to add to the problem.

"Yes mom came home, your grandmother is still sleeping apparently, say goodbye mom yes." said Silma's mom while taking out two envelopes filled with money and handing it to Ditha.

"This is for your hold Ditha, the one for your sister."

"I'm sorry Ditha can't accept it, I brought the money back." Ditha refused.

"Mom's going to give you boys, take it." said Silma, putting the envelope on the table and then walking out of the house.

"Your mother, Assalamu alaikum."

"Wa aleikum salam." Datha replied with a sigh.

The envelope he left on the table, there was no intention to save the envelope first, touch it he was reluctant.

****

"What's Ditha's envelope ?"

"Amplop from the mother's grandmother, said the mother was money for Ditha and Yayan's sister nek ."

" how can you not save it and give it to your brother?

Not wanting to argue Ditha took the envelope and kept it in her sewing machine drawer, another one she took to her sister's place next to her grandmother's house.

"So this is the envelope from mom, take it ."

"What's that ? Money ?"

"Yes, sister, there are two envelopes for me and brother ."

"Ck...huff, this gini is deliberately so that we are indebted, put it on top of the city Tha" Yayan said while pointing to his late grandfather's toolbox.

"Sir tomorrow mother will pick us up ...."

"Where are you going ?" cut Yayan.

"Taken to Laila's house, I want to order clothes for us."

"Ah for what, tomorrow I'm a lot of work."

"Sister.not tonight brother watch the night, tomorrow means sister's off right?

"Yes a holiday for hansipnya, for cleaning service is not, you forget soon there is a clean diving event village ?"

"Oh yes, sister, how about when mom picks up sister?"

"Yes, my brother, really too..Thus Fitri can follow?"

"You didn't see my reaction to Fitri's sister Tha ?" ask Yayan. "Would you take Fitri's sister?" yayan.

"No sis, yes no pa-pa just in case, what use my body size is kak Fitri is almost as big as my body."

"Well you set it, rather than Fitri later there even in making the same shame mother." said Yayan.

"Yes sister, yes already sister, Ditha wants to continue sewing again" said Ditha while leaving her sister's room and re-entering the grandmother's house.

***

The next day, as promised, Silma came back to her parents' house.

"Assalamu alaikum." call Silma's mom while knocking on the door.

"Wa aleikum salam." said Eti's grandmother.

"You're Silma, come in."

"Ditha and Yayan where's mom ?"

"Ditha delivered the order to Kades's bu, Yayan to the village office, Fitri went to work. "

"Oh yes ma'am, let me wait for Ditha and Yayan ma'am, yesterday I told you that I'll take them today."

"Yes, you sit down first, I stay, I want to see the daughter of Amih, still need help to bathe her grandson." continued Eti's grandmother as she stepped away.

Not long after Ditha came, she saw her mother's car parked in front of her grandmother's house, 'Mother has come.' Bathinnya.

"Assalamu alaikum." said Datha.

"Wa aleikum salam."

"Have you been a long time ?" ditha asked as she reached out and kissed the back of her mother's hand.

"Just Tha, where's your brother ?"

"Sorry mom, you can't come, in the village office a lot of what she does ma'am, but we can wear sister's clothes for example the size of the mom."

"Oh yeah, you get ready, we're going now." Though if Yayan can come along, they can go for a walk first thought Silma ma'am.

"Good ma'am, Ditha's ready."

Seen by Miss Silma from the top to the bottom of her daughter's shirt.

"Did !! Put on a little nice dress, Ditha, you go with your mother in that shirt ?? Match with mom!!" sindir bu Silma's.

"Yes different ma'am, Ditha lived like this with her mother's life, Ditha think you can be understood??" ditha said she should be offended but with words that offend her mother anyway.

"Yes it's !" said Silma's mom, shaking her hand.

"Let's go."

Ms. Silma got into the car, while Ditha was silent next to her mother's car, hesitating to get in the car.

"Let's get in Ditha's car!" shouted Miss Silma.

"I yes ma'am " answered Ditha doubtfully.

Soon Ditha got into her mother's car, and sat behind the driver awkwardly. Mobilpun drove to the next village to the sewing house owned by Laila maam.

Upon arrival there, apparently Laila's mother was in front of the house while counting the number of new rolls of cloth coming between her son's company.

"Assalamu alaikum jeng Laila."

"Wa aleikum salam, uh the new mistress came yesterday, why come again, instead of still next month the clothes are finished?"

"Oh yes jeng Laila, I want to add more orders for my children."

While frowning, Laila was confused, the feeling of Silma and Salman had no children thought.

"Mistress' son?"

"Oo.ooh.yes my son from my late husband jeng."

"Oooooh.iya ma'am, let's go inside."

Ditha who had been standing next to the car was not visible because it was blocked by the car, a bit hesitant he followed his mother because yesterday when asked Laila bu he replied not familiar with Silma's mother, but she was not, but now it's coming with Miss Silma.

"Let's get Ditha." call Silma's mom.

'Ditha ???!' bathin bu Laila looked back, 'where is Ditha?'

"iya ma'am." said Ditha as she walked following her mother into Laila's sewing house.

Inside the house, Laila is confused to see Ditha coming with Silma.

'So Ditha son of Silma' bathin bu Laila . 'But why didn't this kid admit to knowing Silma's mom yesterday ?' Many questions in the head of Laila but reluctant to ask directly.

"This is Ditha my son jeng Laila, please measure also his body, his clothes are made uniform like mine and my husband yesterday, in making a different model with the same color and quality yes..."

"Oh i.iya madam, let Ditha measure your body first." said Ms. Laila while holding the meter, whereas in the notebook Ms. Laila already has a record of the size of Ditha's body, because Ditha once ordered clothes to Laila's mom.

"Mom.sorry.sa sayaa.." said Ditha intermittently, he was confused what to say.

"You will tell me later." whispered Laila as she pretended to measure Ditha's body.

Shortly thereafter..

"It's over, madam."

"Oh yes...Ditha where's your sister's dress?"

"This is ma'am, if Sis Fitri, her body size is more or less the same as mine.

"Ah..ibu is just a message for you and your brother." silma said.

It was a bit of a shock that Ditha and Miss Laila heard Silma's words. 'What mother does not recognize sister's marriage Bathin Ditha.

Same with Laila's mom, should Miss Silma order clothes for family events but what??

"Yes already, jeng Laila please quickly finish yes, remember don't be ugly the result !! press Silma's mom.

"Oh yes, madam." said Ms. Laila still with a thousand questions in her mind.

Then Silma and Ditha went home.

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