IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 13. GLARE

Malya kisses all the tiny body parts she can run. Skinny hands and thin, still remaining ari skin did not escape from view. The strong Hisapan on his chest increasingly gave off a self-consciousness.

Princess Haji Syakur is still loyal with melted happiness from the net end. She has become a mother even though her child will only be able to feel the love of half a soul.

"Madam, what's the name of this beautiful princess?" ask the nurse when she will put up the identification bracelet.

Malya is confused, she has not asked for Bian or Beatrice's approval. However, since the baby was pregnant, he often looked at the moon. Accepted even though the light is obtained from the sonar absorption but does not recede steps to still appear even though it is present only a short time.

"Meeza, Meeza sandya," replied Malya, smiling.

"There means that, Madam, it sounds very special and special" the sister continued, writing her daughter's name.

"Fourth of a month's light. So that my daughter does not shine too much to make freedom taken away from her, and may the shade of moonlight in those days, make Meeza a strong, calm girl, still have meaning for the surrounding, yes Meeza, your dear mother," she said, rubbing her daughter's head gently.

Thick hair, a small nose, reddish skin with thin lips blushing. Making anyone fall for a tiny baby new to the world.

"This is Barbie alive, her eyelashes are thick and pliable, like Mama huh. You're so pretty, honey," said the doctor and nurse when they were both tidy.

"Mrs Cakra, we'll make a reservation here for two hours before moving to the treatment room. Your wounds are not too much, hopefully quickly recovered," concluded the doctor before he left Malya.

Meeza was examined by a pediatrician, put on a bracelet and then taken to the baby's isolation room for a while.

In the silent room of the hospital ward, Malya's mind glared. His fear is only one, if self-identity is exposed by Beatrice.

While outside the room.

Brandon welcomes Meeza, who is pushed by a nurse in an incubator into the baby's isolation room.

"My great-grandchild why?" ask the Cakrawala.

"It's okay, sir. Meeza is healthy, this will be observed in the baby's room first. Madam Cakra will be transferred to the treatment room in two hours, "sister replied, starting to push again Meeza's bracage.

"What's his name?" ask Beatrice enthusiastically.

"Meeza sandya, said the madam," said one of the newly arrived sisters following her partner.

"Excuse me," said the medics to leave the patient's family.

"Robby, prepare a special nun to keep Meeza there," Brandon pinta told Asprinya.

"Okay, great sir," replied the young man waltzing off to carry out the master's wishes.

"Why is his name like that? instead of using the prefix B, according to his father's initials," protested Beatrice disappointed.

"Meeza, means month. Similarly, the Moon begins with the letter B. Your grandson doesn't care. Where he was, when his wife's son bet his life disappeared. What kind of husband is that! I hate Maria, I still have a heart!!" Brandon vented anger at Beatrice.

"Different, Meeza is M, initials Maria. The moon means. I've asked Bian here, even if he is reluctant to do anything else, there is me who has been looking after Maria," said the woman.

Brandon then peeked at Malya from the open curtain gap. His great-granddaughter is at the end of the cage, only the legs appear under a thick blanket.

"Al, thank you for the fight. I promise, I'll take good care of your Meeza. Conquer Bian, don't give up" Brandon murmured behind the glass.

Beatrice is busy contacting colleagues, the company officials to make a celebration for the birth of her golden great-grandson named Meeza.

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Two weeks later.

The euphoria of Meeza's presence does not necessarily bring Malya in happiness. He objected when this little princess was exposed to the media. Fear will happen, Meeza's life worried will be constrained like it.

The protest against Beatrice was free. That night, Meeza had been sleeping in her room. Malya knocks on Bian's room, hoping the man will meet her.

After returning from the hospital, the two never met face to face. Beatrice doesn't let Malya out of the room, she has to focus on breastfeeding Meeza.

Geck. Geck.

"Who?" ask for a heavy voice from inside. However, Malia did not answer.

"Who the hell? what's it!" asked the haughty man, rude as usual. When the door is open.

"Can you please not? in order for Meeza not to be too exposed," pinta Malya, lowered her face. His gaze was just staring at the slippers of the man's house.

Brak! the door to the room was back in a rough slam.

"Astaghfirullah's. Right, I'm still a fool" said Malya, smiling bitterly.

The woman who was still recovering returned to her room with shaky steps. I feel like I can't do anything here. If he asks Brandon for help, Beatrice will be suspicious if she is not Mary.

That said, Brandon and Maria became enemies because he opposed Bian relating to the girl after the hot action of Maria in direct pergoki by him.

What power, Malya can only move. This situation continues until the coming weeks.

One morning.

As Malya was going to the ground floor to wash the used milk bottles, she heard a conversation from Bian's room because the door was not tightly closed.

"You found him? where's the?" ask your husband in a phone conversation.

"Don't until it's just someone who looks alike again. This time you have to make sure that it's the woman I'm looking for" she said.

Malya guessed, has the real Mary been found? if so, he must immediately make an attempt to escape by bringing Meeza along.

Moments later.

"Surge! you are nagging!" jakak Bian, pushing Malya to get out of the way.

"Awh!" malya complained as her back hit the handle of the stairs.

Bian stopped, he then went back up the stairs to where Malya was still standing. As soon as the body of this nursing mother retreated, Malya was afraid of being touched by him again.

"Huh, if I find Maria. Get ready to leave here," threatened Bian when his body has been close to Malya.

"That's the day I'll be, sir," said Malya, holding her head up.

The smell of Citrus lime perfume pierced the nose, a little make Malya again remembered every moment of heat nan forced. He was half-dead dispelling the pain that arose in the heart.

"Goodoo. I just put together a plan so that you and your son seem to be lost in the swallow of the earth. What scenario is good to use? so that Grandma doesn't suspect you anymore and look for you?" whisper again, increasingly sharp intimidating.

"Whatever."

"I'm sorry, your wish for social climbing has to come to a halt here, Malya," said Bian, patting his wife's increasingly thin cheeks, before he turned around and continued his steps down the stairs.

Malya was instantly limp, her body leaning back and slowly falling down the stairs. Heart palpitations imagining the moment it happened.

While in the car cabin.

Biantara opened his phone. He wanted to ask permission for his grandfather to leave in a long time. As she was about to type a message, she saw a photo of a tiny baby in a chat between her and Brandon.

"Meeza Sandya's."

The heir of Cakra was stunned for a moment. The photo he just saw and downloaded automatically. How Meeza's face looks so much like her.

"Boss, the picture of the little girl is on the billboard running, it's beautiful," said Chris when the luxury car stopped at the intersection of traffic lights.

Bian raised his head, likening the photo in his dress.

"You are my daughter? but I don't want it because it's not the fruit of my love for Mary."

The brain commands the heart to say so but the soul seems reluctant to deny.

"Bian, your daughter is beautiful. Malya's face was there too."

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