IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 12. TENSED

In the new room, Malya was more solemn in performing her worship. Every morning, even though nausea whack he still do normal activities. Bian served breakfast and drove him to the office.

Since that night, Malya's husband never touched her again. Beatrice often gets in the way because the condition of pregnant women is so frail.

"Maria was getting thinner, she had to be infused because no food had entered her stomach" Beatrice's voice spoke behind Malya's bedroom door.

"I just want to see it" said Bian.

The founder's old grandmother of Cakrawala insisted that his daughter-in-law's granddaughter not be nosy. Beatrice was as strong as she could guard the would-be golden great-grandson, making Malya a little relieved.

"Grandmother just wants you. Not with his mother. Even dad is obviously indifferent to you. You don't fuss, son, I won't choose food. Want to hang out together?" malya whispered as her strength began to re-emerge after two infusion pumpkins entered this frail body.

"We fight alone. May the mother be strong until you are born later," added Malya again.

The only entertainer is to visit the greenhouse. However, walking a long way makes him tired even dizziness often ambush. This pregnancy is increasingly difficult Malya passed while Bian's attitude is getting colder towards her.

Some day.

The commotion sounded boisterous in the family room. Malya was as strong as she could get down to the ground floor. Bian and Beatrice are interrogating their assistants.

"What's this?" malya asked weakly, still standing on the stairs.

"One of them is a thief. My bracelet was found in Rara's room, but she didn't acknowledge it" Beatrice explained.

"You can't educate your men, Maria!" accuse the Grandmother, wrath.

Lilis continued to punish both of his assistants. Intentions wanted to prevent what power Bian turned towards Malya and approached the lady ayu, pulling forcefully towards the second floor.

Brakes. Bian opened Malya's room. Pushing his body until it staggered.

"Don't interfere with this. I will cut off your hands so that your plans will be hampered. Tell me, where's Maria!" sentak Cakrawala's.

Princess Haji Syakur slowly bent her knees. She sat down at the feet of her husband. His head lowered, unwilling to see the face he hated.

"No, only Rara can connect with father and mother. Pity me, "please Malya in a weak voice.

"Open your phone. I sent her a video, tell me Malya, where Maria is. I just want to hear an explanation for why all this happened" said Bian softly, sitting on the side of the bed.

"I told you, don't know. Mom and Dad are under threat. It's not what I want," great-grandson Malya again.

"Whatever. Oh, yeah, I won't admit him. You took care of your own pregnancy because I didn't want it. We're even, aren't we?" added young master Cakra, gentle intonation actually makes his words sound more pointed.

Malya was silent, she knew this, but the feeling of the heart was so painful, the pain was stuck in the heart. No longer slashing, it was firmly entrenched there, spawning many deep cuts.

The sentence that came out from the figure of the sower of nutfah to be blown by the spirit, successfully made Malya's hope fade, how the fate of her child will be because this man did not melt.

Biantara Cakra stepped slowly out from there after confirming the intent he wanted.

By midnight. Sari was caught coming to the young lady's room, saying that Rara was fired.

Malya is restless, how the fate of her parents will be. He banged on the door of the young master's room to make a rowdy.

"What!" gubris Bian rough, in the doorway.

"Well, how's my mom and dad?" malya says it's already glazed.

"Zinc! cry on! Chris put people there. They're safe, they're asleep!" drive Bian away while pushing Malya.

"really?" firmly the pregnant mother.

"He em! you wanna pay? not going too?" sindir Bian smiled faintly, folding his hands in front of his chest.

Malya was surprised, she hurriedly dodged but her fingers were stopped and then forcibly pulled into the room again.

"Detachable. Leasin."

"Try to soften me, let's just say you're grateful" whispered Bian gently, sounding affectionate in the ears of pregnant women who are undeniable that his body is longing.

Like at the moment. Bian sent him a message that he would be leaving for a long time to review all the new projects belonging to the family retail company.

Malya replied by giving a lot of messages and reminders to keep her worship.

The good relationship that Brandon also Malya thought, in fact only temporary camouflage. Bian returned cold in the run-up to their child's birth.

"Mom keep your memories here. Maybe someday I'll wake up and want to know you. Like a tread, hoping to repeat time."

"When do we meet, son? I'm impatient," said Malya while arranging the results of the ultrasound photo in an album. Equipped with speech also does not miss a fragment of prayer in each month of fetal development.

"We live in a golden cage. Stuffy." Malya was still sitting on the floor, her hands rubbing the surface of the book she had just closed.

Beatrice's granddaughter-in-law has been fond of looking at the moon from behind the window curtain. The light seemed to be getting grim like saying that they had the same fate. Only appear in a piece of night does not expect to be there by some creatures.

As he was about to rise to his feet, he felt his stomach cramp violently. Waves of love suddenly come rolling making Malya difficult to adjust the breath.

"Uughh .. saa-kkii. W-is this your time, son?" malya said.

He crawled, pulling his hard-earned pelvis closer to the bed. The hand reaches for the phone when the contraction comes back.

"Allahhh...."

"Prophey, honey. Mother ca-riiiiiiiiii .. eemmpp, help."

Hoshs. Hoshs. His breath was severed when the phone he managed to reach.

Malya presses the quick call button keys on Sari.

An atmosphere of panic filled the atmosphere of the Horizon Mansion. Only Bian was unmoved in his place now. He kept the promise to ignore the presence of their baby.

Brandon quickly escorted his son-in-law's granddaughter to the hospital. Beatrice was even hysterical when Malya was pushed in a hurry by medics because the opening of the birth canal was complete.

"I'm strong, Al, you can be, Al." Brandon sat down in the corridor of the action room while chanting a prayer for his beloved grandson. No matter what, the old man was especially begging God.

In the room. Malya just relies on instinct alone, learning from the videos she sees on social media pages also armed with consultation with doctors make her toughen up.

"libuuuu. Pray Malya. Saa-kkiiit." A cry broke out, he even used his hatred for Bian as a boost of spirit.

"Hate you! I canaaaa!" malya growled, her strength almost gone.

"Come, Madam. A little more" the doctor said. "Breath and aaahhh!" exclaim the doctor.

"Oh, BIAN!"

The cry of the baby breaks up the maternity room. The sound of the relief of the medical personnel who helped him was also a sign that the heir had been born.

"It's so pretty of her daughter" said the nurse, who placed the baby in her chest.

This frail woman raised her head slightly to look at the face of this little creature.

"Why does she look like him" the mother's mind. However, soon after Malya trenyuh.

"Pu-tri-ku." Her lips were shaking, happily popping in her chest.

"My boy ... Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar...." Malya sobbed, chanting Adhan Iqamah also Al qadr in the ears of a red baby on her chest.

"It's mom, honey. Mother. Remember, it's mom's voice." The tears can no longer be blocked. Glide down the river.

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