IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 2. BEREFT

The loud sound of impact provoked the reaction of the citizens approaching. "There was an accident, tolooong!" someone shouted to the surrounding residents.

Evacuation was immediately carried out, residents also called the ambulance. However, when police officers arrived, no one could provide definitive information related to laka then in the area.

Authorities traced the identity of the victim and contacted the families. Beatrice, who heard this news, immediately requested that Biantara be transferred to an elite hospital, even with the woman who was with her in the car.

"Hello, Chris. How's grandson? Bian wasn't hurt bad, was he?" the founder of Cakra Corp, Beatrice Akra.

"Young master was lightly injured, but Miss Maria was quite severe. Also one victim of a critical biker, big lady," said Chris, Bian's assistant.

"Mary again! you fucking carrier woman! keep Bian's reputation and take care of both. Do not forget, give compensation to the victim of the biker. I don't want Cakra Corp to be involved in a scandal" Beatrice told Bian's secretary.

"Well, ma'am," replied Chris, swiftly carrying out all the procedures.

If the Cakra family is so quick to take action, another thing with the Malya and Sulaiman families. They are still on their way to be made to panic so they have to turn the direction to the hospital where the evacuation.

Malya's mother immediately stormed the IGD wanting to see her son's condition but she couldn't find where the princess was. Only Sulaiman there was unconscious in the midst of first aid.

"Where is my daughter, Sister, Doctor? why is there only her husband?" malya's mother asked hysterically at the information desk.

"There's only one biker that was evacuated, ma'am. The only female victim had been taken to another hospital but she was injured in the car with her partner" the IGD nurse said.

"What's his name?" urged mother Malya.

"Sorry, the identity of the victim is kept secret. Please contact the authorities for this case," the nurse advised later.

The Malya family looked at each other, where their daughter was. The situation is increasingly panicked, Malya's father then determined to explore the location of the laka then and want to ask for information about the people around there. While the mother, looking for police officers to get the victim's information.

The next hour.

Sulaiman's parents arrived at the hospital. Signed various documents for his son to get further action. They are also emotional because Malya is not with Iman, until speculation increases the precarious atmosphere.

"Don't Malya run away, after finding out that Sulaiman is just an ordinary man. From the beginning I doubted because Malya was used to living a good and spoiled life" Sulaiman's mother accused Malya's family.

"Malya is not a spoiled child and matre. If Iman is hurt badly, it will be the same. I'm also looking for where my daughter went!" malya's mother defended the child. He felt a tightness ambush the heart but held it.

Kisruh between families was getting hot when doctors said that Sulaiman's condition was critical while Malya's father found nothing at the scene.

There was not much they could do but wait and keep looking for witnesses to record the incident. The next morning, the news came. Sulaiman was pronounced dead at eight in the morning.

"No! Man, Faith, don't stay mother!" mother Sulaiman's cries broke the room as a white cloth covered her son's body.

"Man, my God, where is Malya? Iman knows, Malya will not leave Iman. Up, Man! find Malya! Wake up!!" the in-law, patting his daughter-in-law's arm stiffened many times with a face drenched in tears.

The look of hatred pinned by the besan to Malya's mother. He brought his son's body back to the house, which today is a wedding thanksgiving now changed to a death ceremony.

"I can't take it! anyway Malya should get more grievous rewards than what my son experienced!" suleiman's mother exclaimed as the coffin entered the ambulance.

Malya's mother held her left chest, her heartache so crumpled that her husband fled his wife to IGD. The old man was increasingly confused, one side they were sad not allowed to follow the funeral procession of his son-in-law. In another case, the jungle must go where to find the princess plus critical conditions ambush the soulmate.

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Beatrice visited her golden granddaughter soon after the transfer process. Biantara has undergone a series of follow-up examinations but has not been aware. Maria, meanwhile, was undergoing surgery because one of her legs was fractured, her right arm was sprained and a number of other injuries.

"Where's Maria?" ask Grandmother Cakra to Chris.

"Still in the operating room, ma'am. His uncle said he would pay all medical expenses but was reluctant to get involved again with all the bad attitude Miss Maria had," said the Assistant.

"Even his family doesn't care. What privileges he has until Bian is so retaining the woman, other than her sexy face and body," said the official Cakra Corp., inexhaustible.

Chris was silent. She wanted to point out one gaffe to Beatrice, as the sisters gave away all the female possessions found in the lead car. However, stop because they feel this is not the right time.

Two days later, one night.

Maria's room, which was guarded by only one maid, was easily inserted by someone when the guard had fallen asleep.

The woman, who had only just awakened a few hours above the cage, was still digesting the situation. Ever since she came to her senses, someone had always called her Mary. Want to correct the call but what is the power of the throat is too dry, all over the body is sick and weak as if there is no residual energy.

"Who's there, who's that? the outlaws? please, please," her inner.

"Assalamualaikum, I will only come once and warn you. Listen carefully to what I'm saying" said the voice of a man with a distinctive voice that was hoarse and heavy.

Deghs.

"Wa 'alaikumsalam." Malya squinted her eyes, trying to recognize the details of her face by rubbing her eyelids a few times.

"Now your name is Maria, Matthew's niece who owns a cargo shipping business. 25-year-old single, fiancee of Biantara Cakra, the leader of a well-known retail company. Your relationship has entered its second year and is about to be married."

"Your husband died in an accident yesterday. You are now in Iddah. During this time, I'll help Bian not marry you."

"Do not make a rejection or suspicious attitude. Remember dad? now suffering a stroke due to pressure from the Sulaiman family who accused his daughter of running away, he's no longer working so he can't afford a mother's heart drug and pay the loan bill when you go to college for your sister's dead surgery."

"For further information, I will send a message via liaison, all your attitudes will be monitored. Inevitably you should follow me because now all your family's life expectancy is with me."

"Don't let your identity be revealed or you'll go to jail and your physical torment is more grievous because of the false accusation of death and identity, while your parents die slowly without you knowing their condition again, think carefully."

The woman on the cage was silent even though her chest was rumbling, the tears were no longer unstoppable hearing everything. Her newly married husband and her loved one died, unable to see Sulaiman's handsome face one last time while he survived and was caught in a complicated situation.

The foreign man at the side seemed to care less about his heart. He turned around, stepped some snoring but urinated and returned to the side of the cage.

"Maria and Bian, found wounded in the car, then you conclude yourself," said the man, waltzing away after giving a fact that sliced conscience.

"What does that mean? was it the guy named Bian who hit us?"

"Have I been declared dead? or missing?"

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