Broken Home
chapter 1

"Romans."

Call Rita to her youngest son who just came out of the bridal room, about two hours ago the simple party of the 27-year-old man was over.

"Yes Ma'am,"

Ramlan approached his mother, who was sitting on the living room couch in her house, and sat next to her.

"Something I want to talk about, please call your wife." Rita Pinta.

It didn't take long, Dita and Ramlan were already sitting in front of Rita.

"Dita, Ramlan. After this, I hope you stay here."

Rita's words had just made Ramlan sigh, in fact she was already planning to contract a house to stay with Dita, but it seemed like that intention should she delay for a while.

"But Ma'am, we have to talk about it both. I think we'd better..."

"Mom don't think Dita would mind living here, would Dit?"

Rita looked at the 22-year-old girl who had just become her son-in-law.

Dita looked down deeply, between wanting to refuse but she was not nice to the in-laws.

"If I, go with Alan mas only ma'am," said Dita finally. Alan, special call from Dita to Ramlan. He was comfortable with the call.

"Then, how's Ramlan?"

"Mom, looks like we should talk to each other. Excuse me."

Ramlan invites Dita into room & room, according to Ramlan where they live is a mutual agreement . He was afraid that the wife would feel burdened if she had to live with her mother .

"How Dit? You want to stay here?"

"I'm with Alan, because I'm your wife now."

Ramlan thought for a moment, it would be bad if he had to refuse his mother's request. Because Rita is the only parent Ramlan has after her father's departure.

"Well then, we stay here for a while huh ? Later we'll spend time contracting or buying a house." Ramlan said, he rubbed both shoulders of his wife who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, um,"

"You rest, let me talk to you."

Ramlan exited the room, went back to meet Rita who was waiting for her answer.

"How's Lan?"

"We agree ma'am, we'll stay here."

"Thank God, I want to rest. You are Lan." too."

"Yes ma'am."

Ramlan closed and locked the front door of his house, not to forget also closed all the curtains, then he headed to his room.

Arriving at the room, Dita was asleep. Ramlan understood, maybe his wife was tired after a day of entertaining guests.

Ramlan lay down beside his wife, trying to close his eyes.

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Next morning..

Awakened before the dawn of Adhan reverberated as was his custom while staying at the boarding house first, his face blushed as he opened his eyes and felt a sturdy hand wrapped around his waist.

Slowly Dita put away Ramlan's hands perched on her waist, and she got out of bed with no intention of waking her husband up.

After washing her face, Dita struggled in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her new family.

Today is his first morning to bear the status of a wife, considering that Dita's face again blushed.

He is not a teenager anymore, there are some new obligations that he has to run. Being a wife and daughter-in-law. Hopefully, he can run it sincerely and expect the pleasure of Allah.

After the completion of cooking, coincides with the morning adhan. Dita took ablution water, then woke her husband.

"Mas, it's dawn."

Dita patted Ramlan's sleeping shoulder gently behind her, the clap making Ramlan slowly open his eyes.

"It's dawn" repeated Dita.

"Yes, I'll take ablution first. We pray together."

"Yes, um,"

Ramlan reenters the room, changing his clothes to Koko's.

"Yuk," asked Ramlan to pray together.

Two prayer rites have been titled, they perform congregational prayer for the first time.

Dita kissed Ramlan's hand when they finished praying, and a soft brow kiss warmed the woman's heart. The two look at each other.

A knock averted his gaze, Ramlan first got up.

"Oh, are you awake?" Rita said on the doorstep as Ramlan opened the door to her room.

"Mom don't think you're awake yet,"

"It's mom,"

"Yes, you guys have breakfast. Looks like Dita's cooking."

"Good ma'am,"

Ramlan closed the door of his room again, he approached Dita who was folding her face and prayer mats.

Ramlan hugged his wife's waist, as Dita put her face on the edge of the bed.

Dita who was not ready, almost just screaming.

"Mass.." Lirih Dita as Ramlan sniffed her neck.

"Let's have breakfast, or should I have your breakfast first?" Temptation Ramlan makes Dita blush .

It's too intimate for Dita, making her face stopless red.

"We have to work, right?" Said Dita wants that today they have to go back to work.

The three-day leave from the cable factory where they work is up.

"Haaahs. My fault was taking the cut too much,"

"What's wrong, there's still another day, right?"

"Yes, but I want to be alone with you." Whisper Ramlan in Dita's ear .

"Bag.."

Tok.dok..

"Ramlan, Time . You guys work today, right?" Rita's voice from outside the room.

"Yes ma'am" cried Ramlan.

"Yes, my mother called."

"Yes mas. Better take a bath first, let me prepare breakfast."

"Riap nyonyaku," he let out Dita's smooth cheeks, then Ramlan went out of the room first with a towel that was coiled on his shoulder.

"Let Dita help mom," said Dita when she saw Rita was arranging food on the table.

"Let me, you're ready to work." Rita said without looking at Dita.

"Good ma'am" said Dita finally.

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Ramlan and Dita go to work with a motorbike, because they work in the same factory.

"New Panten, no more cost dong?" Goda Sri, a part-mate with Dita who just happened to see the two of them.

"Ih, what the hell is Sri!" Said Dita blushed, he got off the bike . Ramlan parked the bike.

"Hows it? Yummy ?" Sri Bisik.

"What?"

"Don't pretend you don't know!"

"What the hell is Sri?"

"That's it, you're an innocent ass."

"That's what Sri is?" Ramlan was behind them.

Sri grimaced shame caught kepo.

"Ah..Anu's.. Ee.. Already want to enter this, let's go hunting," said Sri to divert the conversation.

The three go hand in hand, Sri is a close friend of Dita, none other than a friend of Ramlan.

"At lunchtime" Ramlan said, they split up in the production and werehouse sections.

Dita's only operator, while Ramlan's in the warehouse.

"Ciyeee, so will I have my own lunch dong?" Sri pout.

Amidst the happiness of his friend, tucked away in sadness. Because Sri had to share Dita with Ramlan.

Dita and Sri are so close friends, they are both friends of one struggle when entering this cable factory.

"You can eat with us, can't you?" Dita tried to ask her husband for approval.

"Yes, like whoever you are. Sri , nitip Dita yes. Tell me if anyone's messing with him."

"Siapp, the important thing is not to forget the tax." Sri said jokingly, the three of them laughed together.

The entrance bell has rung, all employees enter the workplace according to their respective parts. Including Sri and Dita.

Being made blush many times by her friends, they all teased the newlyweds.