IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTERS 16. DECREE

"Meeza, you're so funny" muttered Bian looking at a photo of his daughter when the red baby just greeted the mortal universe.

The heir to the Horizons tonight succumbed to a fate that vacillates. Instead of being grateful, the eldest son Briandana Cakra actually insinuated the creator by saying that all this is the result of the game because he is not a servant of prayer.

Regret and control of the real body makes Meeza's biological father exhale regularly and gently on the contest. In accompanied by a photo of a tiny baby still in his grasp, as if greeting the father using a radiance of clean soul love, O Daddy.

Just as the full moon changed sun, Bian left the British colonial country, flying back riding an iron bird towards the homeland.

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The days change months and years so fast. Bian is increasingly desperate with all the efforts to find the fiancee who ran away either hiding in the burrow of the world where.

One night, bada isya. After a thorough investigation. Bian came home in a mess.

Brak!

"Mary!" call Bian open the room Malya is accompanying Meeza to sleep.

"Ssttt, Meeza is sleeping" said Malya Lirih, raising her index finger on her lips.

The man with a tangled appearance did not heed the condition of the woman who was lying with her daughter.

"Follow," said Bian, pulling Malya's arm forcefully.

If it's like this, it can be ascertained that the man who pulled himself will ask for something.

"Where are you, Maria!" racau Bian's.

"I'm not Maria, you know that well" said Malya.

"Don't be rude. Ask the right. You never appreciated me!" malya exclaimed again as her man began to force.

Bian ignored the request of women who only he considered as an impingement of annoyance, anger, disappointment and also the distribution of passion and often present.

Malya's scent cannot be tapped, although the heart wants Mary but not her biology. "You smell good," whispered Bian gently as usual as he was about to begin his hajat.

Halal activities that have no taste for Malya are often tuned and end without effect. That's it, up to three years.

However, tonight Malya feels Bian has gone too far. He was so violent that he screamed in pain.

"Dian!" malya exclaimed pushing the body that was at the peak of passion.

Do not accept underestimated especially the business of the bed, Biantara showed her fangs again. Malya can't dwell, she's stuck by a lot of flavor tonight.

"Crying on, sick of me squirming!! Is that all you can show me? a tear? don't you enjoy it too!" cibir Bian revealed the blanket.

"Remember! don't get pregnant again. Enough Meeza that I tolerate," said Bian as he passed to the bathroom after the heat ended.

Malya was just as silent as usual, she quickly picked up all the scattered clothes then put on her clothes and hurried to leave the room.

Blocks. The sound of the room door he was in.

Behind the door. Malya's body sagged. His hand shut his mouth tightly so that the sobbing was not heard by Meeza.

"Sorry Mother yes, Meeza. Mother is too crybaby. Don't hate Daddy," isak Malya caught sedu sedan.

Towards midnight, the daughter of Haji Syakur held a mihrab. He still asks for the same prayer. Safety of parents, self, family and even her husband.

"Protect my family, Mas Bian also Meeza. Give healing to Brandon's grandfather. Take care of the good guy, Robb," said Malya, who was facing the owner of the universe on the side of Meeza's bed.

"Mother, why are you sad?" the tiny voice of his daughter.

Malya was in a hurry to wipe the clear grains that had broken through ayu's face. He slowly looked towards Meeza. "God is touching the heart of Mother. It's not a sign that God dear, Meeza continued to bob again yes," he said.

The nod and sweet smile of princess Cakrawala became the only solace of Malya in this house.

Beatrice's daughter-in-law opened her face, sat by her bedside with Meeza. Looking at the tiny face of ayu, like his papa.

"When we leave this house, will Meeza be able to make a living with Mommy, son?" lirih Malya, grabbing her daughter's hand for a kiss.

"Meeza, don't want to live somewhere, just with Mommy," said Malya again. His face was now lowered, giving an opportunity for the speed of the circle to slide quickly before he could see.

Beatrice loved her golden grandchild. He was even forbidden to take part in all of Meeza's teachings. Everyday his daughter is nurtured by nanny and surrounded by famous private teachers.

No wonder, at the age of just three years, Meeza has mastered many things, including foreign languages. Malya is simply tucking in the basic religious teachings for the baby.

Meeza often deposits memorized letters, learning tajwid and fiqh for young women, without Beatrice's knowledge.

"I'm giving up!" lirihnya. Hit the chest so that the brongkus smoothly supply oxygen.

The frail body then curled up to hug his cute little daughter. The award has an oasis in a gold cage.

Next morning.

As usual, Malya went down to help the maids prepare breakfast. As he was about to wake Meeza, he passed Bian by the doorway of his room.

"I-I want to talk." Malya ventured.

"Later. After all, your topic is of no use" Bian said as he closed the door.

Malya took a deep breath. "I want a divorce" the madam's great-grandson who wasn't considered to exist.

Bian stopped his steps, he turned his body to face the woman who had been with him for three years.

"You dare? what about your parents?" ask Bian again.

Malya was silent. He's still considering this. "That's my business" replied Haji Syakur's daughter.

"If you are sure. Okay, I'll give you. But don't take Meeza!" bian said in passing.

Dhuarrs. Which he feared would happen. His breathing was suddenly very difficult. Malya held the door handle of her room tightly as a pedestal so as not to collapse.

"For Mother. Shobahul kheir" said Meeza when she saw her mother in the doorway.

The little girl has neatly assisted nanny, long hair in the braid two also her body fragrant.

"Shobahannur wa surur wal afiah wa barokah, dear," replied Malya about to crouch down to welcome the princess.

"Mary! I've told you many times, if you want to touch Meeza, you have to change clothes first or take a bath again cake," Beatrice scolded from behind her body.

Meeza hugged her, worried Beatrice would scold her as usual.

"Sorry, Mother. Afwan," Meeza's great-grandson looked glum, his mother often got the granny's nag.

"It's okay, Baby. Not what," said Malya smiling sweetly for the baby.

"Meeza, many oma say that not everyone should come into contact with you. Many germs, viruses and others. Including Mother, must wash your hands or change clothes first," said Beatrice again, while holding Meeza's fingers out of the room, leaving Malya there.

"Bundaaaa.." said Meeza pleading for her mother to come down together.

"Yes first, son. Mother nyulus," reply Malya gave a wave of hands to Meeza.

Meeza nodded, her brain plainly admitting that many germs fly if they do not maintain cleanliness.

"Mrs, I'm sorry. You had breakfast? don't be late. We always prepare a special menu for you in the kitchen. Eat a lot, Madam. Take care of your health for the sake of the little lady," said nanny Denok, she bowed and then moved from there.

"Shyukron ... Meeza, Mommy is not sure if you can hold on with me later," Malya muttered again, entering the room with a grievous heart.

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