IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTERS 14. MY OWN MARIA

Biantara ignored his assistant who was talking about Meeza. He asked for something to be prepared in the near future.

"Chris, please prepare everything I need to get to England. I guess Mary was there. I'm really curious" said Bian expressing a wish.

"Boss, didn't you promise not to look for a former fiance who left?" chris reminded the leader.

"But I'm really curious, Chris. Why is he doing this to me" Bian said.

"What about Miss Malya? are you going to get rid of him? meeza's birth certificate has been completed I take care of, using her real mother's name as listed in the marriage book," the assistant continued.

"Hem, thanks," Bian replied as necessary. Recalling the recitation of the qobul ijab, he asked for a quiet situation until Beatrice did not know the name of the woman whose granddaughter had married.

The heir to Cakra is now weighing. If Mary is found, and Beatrice does not suspect that the two are different, then all will be safe. He only had to make a drama story so that the existence of Malya and Meeza was not stopped as long as Cakrawala.

However, if Beatrice recognizes both then it can be ascertained that Malya will face criminal charges for using one's identity for personal gain. Like it or not, the law will only serve defense if the suspect has evidence. And according to Malya, she does not know who the figure behind all this, would certainly make the woman a defendant.

"Boss, how?" chris asked while focusing on the road conditions.

"Prepare first. About Malya, I will think about it later," said the third generation Cakra leader.

The journey continued without any more conversation between the two men. Until the day turns dark, Bian is still in his office.

The handsome and masculine figure chose not to return to the Mansion because the next morning he will immediately leave for Europe. Various preparations to the conspiracy plan to remove Malya from the Mansion have been compiled.

Even the condition of the woman's parents did not escape Bian's attention. Now his mind is wailing to explore the limits of normal logic. He saw the Chart made when he dismantled the identity of the wife on the paper.

"This guy was at the wedding, and knows so much about my family. Most likely, the mastermind of the exchange between Maria and Malya was the closest figure. But who?" Bian tapped on the pen he held several times on the table.

He turned the chair towards the window. Detach far-reaching neutrals against the dark of space. Only a beam of light was flashing up there . Unknowingly his lips spoke the name of a person.

"Meeza."

Even flat she reached back, wanting to see the beautiful face that fell asleep peacefully there. "Moon" said Bian again, smiling.

She then changed her chat wallpaper using a photo of princess Cakrawala.

"The more you see why it's so funny and adorable" he murmured again, still not fully aware of what he said and did.

Whatever the valley of one's heart, the Lord will melt when he looks at the results of the nutfah that has been blown into a lump of flesh blood called the fruit of the heart.

The flash of memory that Bian returned continues, sorting out the events one by one that Malya went through. Until at a moment, he recalled the arrival of a cousin from Beatrice's side.

"Malya momentarily looked towards him, long and sharp as if recognizing something but hesitating. Ck, even she never looked at me with such a gaze, even though her eyes were beautiful," complained Bian unintentionally praising.

"What's he?" added again.

Bian then tried to pour the results of the suspicion on the chart on the table. He contacted Chris to check on his graffiti, after his departure the next morning.

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In other parts of the world.

A man painstakingly wiped the sweat grains from every part of the body of a beautiful woman who was still faithfully clamoring.

So great is the love possessed by him that he is willing to buy a mortal life for the girl.

The best doctors have been employed most of the day to monitor the rate of development of the soulmate. She was very confident that one day, that beautiful netra would reopen.

"Only me, will you see when your eyes open again. We'll go all the places you want. Our fantasy was, you remember, didn't you, Maria?" call the man.

"Don't look at it again. He has a new toy, even now has a baby. Ck, your real dream man succumbs to lust," he sneered to a Biantara.

"Get in good health, honey. We knit your ass again, assemble happily together. You want to, right?" said the handsome man, in an old ash suit.

Indeed, the presence of Malya in the fragment of a love story that was taken as an injection of spirit that God was on his side.

"Don't blame me. Who told you to show up at that time. Perhaps this is the answer to many prayers, that all things beautiful will come in time," the smile of the heiress of the mining company came to the fore, decorating the handsome face of the celestial whore descended from the European nobility.

Geck. Geck.

"Good night, Duke Andreas. Examination for Miss Maria Antoinette will be carried on" one of the doctors said.

"Please."

Mature man with a sturdy and authoritative stature, get away from the side chair of the lover's cage.

"Not Sawyer anymore, but Antoinette. You are like a Queen, Mary. Exactly the Austrian princess of Maria Theresa's descent in the French chronicles of King Louis the sixteen. Beautiful, glamorous, smart, but stupid to choose love" murmured the Duke.

Almost twenty minutes, the team of doctors did a follow-up examination and all that did not escape the observation of the man with eagle eyes who stood in the corner of the room.

The hordes of medical personnel soon withdrew after taking the samples they needed.

"You'll be able to walk back, honey. However, the most important thing is to keep the spirit up and focus on being happy. Bian will feel how it means to be removed," he looked nanar at the drip infusion that flowed the pulse of the pujaan.

The dark story of the Cakrawala clan when the two sons of Beatrice wait for the baby, again piercing the conscience of an Andreas Valen.

It is not his fault that the father is a descendant of European nobility who disguised himself as an ordinary expatriate to make his beloved mother, Anne Citrawala fell in love with a Duke Antoni Valencia.

They married without Beatrice's knowledge until she was born. The return of the mother made the founder of Cakrawala angry because the princess violated the rules of their teaching beliefs.

The legal determination of the heir was finally confirmed to Brian, the main actor of the Cakra family.

"Past time. You're wrong to mean what I'm doing is just a matter of treasure. My father has everything you don't have, Bian," a smile is again painted on the face of the heir to the throne of Valencia.

"Good night, honey. See you tomorrow" Andreas got up from his seat.

When Mary's room door had just closed. Small movements are created from hands drooping over the bracage.

Deets. Deets.

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