IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTERS 18. CULTIVATE MEMORIES

A different morning ritual is now carried out by the mother and child couple. Since dawn, they worship together until bathing in a bathtub was joking with each other.

Meeza only learned that her hair was very black and long past her shoulders. Skin smooth exactly herself. The happy eyes of the little girl were clearly reflected.

"God, Mother is beautiful. Princess," said Meeza admiring the first time she saw Malya without a long hijab.

"You too, my moon, Meeza. Very beautiful, although there are many duplicates of daddy's face here," replied Malya.

Both play princess style while waiting for breakfast time. As usual, Malya will serve the Cakra family first but this morning is different. He focused on serving the wishes of the princess only wayang.

Sweet interactions like a harmonious family are created this morning for the next week. Malya has asked Bian for permission that during the filing of the lawsuit, he will step away from the main house and settle in the greenhouse with Meeza.

"This week is my time, right? then don't you nosy. If you want to see Meeza, come to the greenhouse" Malya said as she drove her husband on the porch, as usual.

"Use your remaining time well. Don't teach Meeza bad habits. Give her the understanding that you're leaving" Bian replied again.

"Should it?" ask Malya. A moment of bitter feeling is present poking in the heart.

"certain. You don't think Meeza's gonna ask where her mom is? if I'm mean to you, I'll tell you that you left her," whispered Bian, approaching almost touching Malya's face.

"Ki-ss Mother, Daddy," Meeza cheered from a distance. He never saw his mother's father sitting together, side by side like Cakra's grandmother and grandfather.

The couple who were fighting felt to ignore the wishes of the princess. Malya's been tight. "A-what should I say," he said trying to hold back the rate of fluid that began to pool in the eye.

"As far as you. Give Meeza a logical reason for why you left," Bian said, turning to her daughter.

"You know why I left!" furious Malya.

"After all this time? I thought you had fallen in love with me so much that you refused to stay away or enjoy life too much in luxury" Bian said.

Malya was furious, her eyes radiating anger. Both hands were clenched at the side of the loose black robe he was wearing.

"If you humanize a human being, understand what the duties and duties of a husband mean. I'll hold on even if Beatrice's grandmother presses hard," said Malya, her teeth tightening a sign she was struggling to control her emotions.

"Don't blame others for self-incompetence. Still, you left Meeza," to Bian's chuckle, passing by to welcome his beloved Moon.

Malya's heart again tightened, clear grains dropped dripping on the cheeks that were as fast as lightning she ca. The skinny body turned to face two different people.

"Bye Dadd, Meeza wants to have fun with Mommy there. Mother said, we want to do many things together," Meeza cheered excitedly.

Biantara just smiled, nodding while holding her daughter in a cradle.

"Good with Mother yes, the Moon. Daddy goes to work first. We'll see you in the afternoon, okay?" said Biantara put down her beautiful princess.

Meeza nodded quickly, and asked Malya for a sling as usual. When going to give a kiss in the morning sign of farewell to Meeza, Bian's cheeks touch the nose of the woman's nose.

The lentic eyelashes blink doubtfully, as if worried if this sweet action shakes the stance.

"Love you, honey," whispered Bian to the girl.

"Love you too, Daddy!"

Meeza waved her tiny hand to let go of her father. After which, the two headed for the greenhouse at the back of the Mansion.

All of Meeza's teachers have been released for a week. Malya spread the mat as a base between plant aisles, teaching her daughter many things that she had been unable to convey.

The little girl of the golden great-grandson of the new Cakra family first stepped on this building, girang not kepalang. He did not think that his mother was good at caring for flowers and vegetables that he usually ate.

"This is Mother planting?" tanya Meeza with sparkling round eyes.

Malya nodded. "With opa. Meeza you know what the name Mother means?" malya asked as she led the girl to the flower garden on the west side of the greenhouse.

"No. What does Mother mean?" the sound of Meeza's wrath filled the eardrum.

"Malya is a flower arrangement. Syakia is happiness. So then?" malya's fishing rod wants to know her daughter's understanding.

"Flower happiness?" sahut the princess. Meeza draws one white rose. Then he kissed her.

"Yes, could. The flower of happiness is you. But the meaning of its breadth is that hopefully every time people see a flower, there will be a sense of happiness present. Mother is expected to be a woman, a source of happiness for others around," replied Malya. "Meeza understand me?" call Bian's wife again.

The sweet girl with the strayed hair nodded. "Meeza will remember Mommy when she sees flowers. Because flowers can make Mother happy," said the boy.

Although the understanding is not worth it, somehow Meeza's plain sentence makes Malya cry.

"Rubber, Honey. Remember mom every time Meeza sees a flower, yeah!" malya said, holding back the raucous voice even though her tears had come down.

As if understanding the mess of his mother's heart. Meeza just grabbed Malya. A hug he rarely gets. The small hand rub on his back made this mother's heart break. Malya's shoulders were shaken in the Moon's arms.

"Meeza darling Mother. Don't cry, Mother. Kan Bunda Meeza is a source of happiness," said the three-year-old, sage.

Malya immediately broke down the embrace. He wiped the sadness off his pale face. Then take Meeza around.

"Just stay here, Mother." Meeza is very sensitive. However, Malya ignored.

The two spend some time having fun in the greenhouse. Get to know worms, soil, how to make fertilizer and various things to get Meeza closer to nature.

By noon, Malya teaches how to cook all her favorite foods to the princess. Meeza's a smart kid, she's very quick to absorb the information that Malya is guiding.

When his daughter was sound, the innocent face again teased the netra. "Moon, here, you are free to be yourself. Take care of the greenhouse yes, this is your mother's life. If you miss, come here. Memory will always live in a space that is at the same time a witness of the inner bond between us," said Malya, ayu face looked up, asking for strength in God the owner of the universe.

"Take mommy up, honey. We make sweet memories. Mother will return, struggling to look appropriate at Meeza's side," murmured Malya, peeping her daughter's head while chanting alqadr.

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