IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 11. NEW MAP

For a moment Malya was stunned to hear a strand of words coming out of the mouth of her cousin Biantara. Unknowingly, he looked fixedly, the heart said that the voice was very familiar.

"Is something wrong with me?" said the cousin.

"Eh, no. Excuse me. Excuse me," replied Malya again, she bowed and turned away.

"I know a lover of Biantara women who are familiar with hospitality. It's the same Maria, right?" ask the handsome guy next to Bian.

Brandon and Biantara just kept quiet. They deliberately did not want to provoke speculation about the words of Beatrice's relatives. The older woman took over the flow of the chat right after Malya moved away.

"The same person even though he seems to change. A piece of personality may seem different but he is still my daughter-in-law's granddaughter" Beatrice said, sipping milk coffee served.

Familiarity between distant relatives lasted almost towards midnight. Malya was still awake when the sound of footsteps began to enter the room. He was focused on thinking of Bian's cousin, could it be the same mysterious man.

Living in one space with an indifferent man makes Malya a little sensitive. He practiced auditory acuity even though his round eyes did not see what Bian was doing. The woman in this blanket knew what the husband's night routine was on the paper.

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Days change Sunday and month.

There is no significant change in Malya's life other than Bian who increasingly dare to ask for his rights regularly.

This afternoon, the body of Haji Syakur's daughter shivered violently. She complained of dizziness from noon and chose to no longer show herself even though Beatrice called her many times.

"Miss is sick, Madam. The body was so hot," Sari's voice, preventing the big madam from entering.

Malya heard a faint conversation between her maid and someone behind the door. However, Beatrice's shrill voice nagged when she found out Malya was sleeping on the sofa, getting closer.

"Wake up! already know the pain but instead sleep on the sofa," scolded as hard as Cakra, patted the pelvis of his son-in-law's granddaughter.

Malya was shocked. "I'm not sleeping, ma'am. Just close your eyes for a moment" elak ayu woman while fixing the revealed hijab.

The old grandmother did not want to know. He is preparing a mission to immediately present a great-grandson so as to force Malya to rise. Biantara's wife could no longer dodge, her head was throbbing violently to hear the chattering of Beatrice that never ended.

Sari approaches, helping the woman's master to temporarily move into Bian's bed. However, just a few steps.

Suddenly. Brucks. Malya fell, her body drooping on the floor.

"Miss!" exclaimed Sari immediately refuted Malya's body.

Beatrice panicked, asking Lilis to call the doctor immediately. Brandon entered the room. He was no less anxious to know that his favorite grandson-in-law was lying in bed.

"You're outrageous. Just let him do what he likes, why is it so hard to be nice to him? Mary also needs free air. Bian always goes alone, don't make Mary a mere slave" Brandon told his wife.

"A-I'm tid-" elak Beatrice doesn't want to be blamed.

"From tomorrow, don't nag Maria. Give him some flexibility. Even the maid can still enjoy the air outside the Mansion," the elder insisted, Brandon then chose to leave the room after the doctor arrived.

A few moments later.

The happy news runs every corner of the magnificent building in the style of Renaissance European architecture. Beatrice was like the moon that night, the smile on her back did not subside on her thin lips and began to wrinkle.

Grandma's joy was captured by Bian who had just arrived. The old woman said that her grandson was indeed mighty.

"What does that mean?" bian asked in astonishment, still slow to digest.

"Miss Mary, three weeks pregnant, young master," Sari replied representing the Madam who enthusiastically nodded.

Brakes.

"Say that it's wrong, hurry up!" snapped Cakra's heir when Malya had just stepped off her bed.

Ayu woman who looks pale due to dizziness and fever is still whack, just silent, she felt she did not have the energy to argue tonight.

Biantara Cakra, rushed to Malya. It blocked both arms and shook the haggard body violently.

"Say! you are intentionally!! I told you, take the medicine, are you deaf!!"

"Le-detach. Sa-kitt's." Malya's voice was choked, weak and soft.

Beatrice's granddaughter-in-law only complained when Bian pushed back Malya's body to fall on the bed.

"Oh, I know. Now that you just realized, huh, your husband is special, you're addicted? don't want to get away from me, do you? okay, I'll follow you, "accuse Bian again.

Men of Cakra descent who feel they have the power to prove themselves again, asking for the rights of the woman he calls wife even though only limited to status in the civil record.

Malya resigned, the clear circle fell from the end of the netra. Every time he asked, he would be rude although he slowly softened towards the end of their halal worship.

"We separate the rooms," said Bian after his wish was fulfilled.

The woman under the blanket who was turning her back just silently, the melt of clear lava was no longer felt, coming out by itself to break down self-defense. Already no sobbing, inner Malya is too painful.

"Zinciput. Little cry! Maria even though she was scorned she was still indifferent, unlike you can only melek," said Bian left Malya there.

Almost midnight, Biantara went back into the room. She knows, Malya hasn't slept. Either he just feels it or he does. Bian often feels that Malya will sleep if she has entered the room.

"Use the next room. It's key. All your clothes will be removed tomorrow" Bian said.

The loud sound of falling objects hitting the surface of the table made Malya get up and sit down. Without a word, he got up because he had cleaned up his clothes after Bian left earlier, immediately pulling the large suitcase slowly out of there.

Shut up, because talking is free. No one heard the voice of a woman who was considered this impostor.

The body was increasingly painful, with difficulty Malya pulled the suitcase through the surface of the carpet. Grain of cold sweat appeared on the forehead did not make a Biantara melt, he just stood haughty there.

The door to the luxury room of the heir to Cakra is now closed. Malya is determined not to get into it again if it is not a precarious situation.

The limped step was also a hand that shook because the shivering back whack, making Malya difficult to insert the iron plate into the keyhole.

"Alhamdulillah .. hi, assalamualaikum my new room. Hope we can make some sweet memories here. Assembling secretly in desperation for me, though still a silent friend," Malya muttered as the whitewashed door opened.

There was only one single bed and a medium-sized closet there. This room was relieved for his narrow heart and soul.

Malya stood by the side of the window, looking at where this room was looking, hoping that the beauty she saw could slightly obscure the stuffy.

"It's healthy, son. There's a mother, who'll take care of you. Like it or not, here we are. Later if you have grown up, do not regret having been born from my womb. Sorry yes, sorry," said Malya, wiping her flat body parts as transparent grains drip.

Ayu's face was getting dull, because there were many traces of sadness that he could not bear.

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