IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTERS 20. DISSEMINATED

Critical condition lasted the next few minutes. Malya tried to calm down even though the heart painted the opposite.

Unexpectedly, the news of the grief came to the Cakra family. Beatrice is hysterical while Bian asks the medics to make a follow-up effort.

"I'll pay! give my grandfather the best care. Whatever it is," he shouted loudly to make medical personnel die of lice.

"Can't, young master. His body has long refused to get various methods of treatment" explained the doctor.

With a heavy heart, the medical team formed by Beatrice decided that the founder of the Cakrawala clan had died that afternoon.

Everyone was busy for a while, especially Roby and Chris, because they told the shareholders to stay calm after the elders returned to the divine lap.

"Nothing is Grandpa waiting for, right? it's good to be buried immediately, for the good of mayyit and it's part of the sunna," Malya told Bian before she left.

Feeling her presence insignificant, Malya takes Meeza away from the hustle and bustle. They chose to go to the funeral home because Brandon would be buried for a moment there after being salated.

"Meza and I are waiting at the funeral home" said the wife.

"Anne Citrawala's. Papa's sister is on her way here" he said, not looking at Malya.

The woman in a loose robe just nodded faintly as she continued to move away. He walked as if he did not tread the earth, the good man God had called home. Sari caught up and greeted the lady, evading the media crowd.

Heavy day for all occupants of the Cakra Mansion when the body has touched the ground. Bian looks devastated by the departure of the founder of their family's retail business empire. Meeza also felt that the departure of her favorite grandfather would have an impact on her mother's presence.

Princess Haji Syakur no longer cares about the affairs in the main Mansion, he only focuses on Meeza, the time is left in the coming days.

Every second is like a diamond that must be crammed with a variety of knowledge nan in have. Malya getol catches up with Meeza about worship.

Teach prayer movements correctly and correctly, introducing various types of water that are worthy of sanctification as well as others. The little girl was very enthusiastic about listening to every word from her mother's mouth.

"Mothers really, really," praised Meeza one night. Malya just smiled, rubbing her daughter's head dearly. Tomorrow he can no longer see the boy this close.

"Not smart. That's why you have to study again. To the pesantren, to be a pious woman," he said, while tidying up a pile of clothes and arranging in a suitcase.

Meeza saw what the mother did. He's back moody. Children his age have had complex feelings due to the style of teaching so far. Meeza became more sensitive to the surroundings.

"Meeza can call Mommy, can't she?" ask the little girl sitting on the swing.

Malya was silent, confused as to what to answer. However, he could not bear to see an innocent face and hope.

"Seek to daddy or Oma ya. Tell me that Meeza kangen mother," said Malya, looking at the princess and busying herself again.

No spoiled voice Meeza tonight, she is so sweet that it makes Malya even harder to take it off.

Next morning.

Biantara visited the greenhouse secretly, making Malya who was not ready to receive guests was confused looking for hijab. As a result, Bian saw his wife's wet hair that was just broken.

"Ma-af." Bian spontaneously turned around, honoring Malya for the first time.

Ayu woman then grabbed the hijab she had prepared from the top of the swing bed where Meeza was still asleep.

"Can I come in?" bian asked softly after Malya opened the room divider.

"Please" replied Meeza Lirih as she sat away.

Never once did she look at her husband's face when there was no need to meet face to face. Minimize the growing hatred.

"This is our divorce. Now you're free, Malya." Bian held out a large brown envelope on the table.

The breeze that enters through the vitrace greenhouse gap is like a gust of air in the mountains. Cool, felt by Malya.

The clumsy finger grabbed the sheet of paper there, reading it slowly. There is a taste present especially when looking at Meeza who is still asleep.

"Malya, look at me." Biantara never got a loving look from the woman in front of her. He this time wanted to see that brown eye bead for the last time.

Horizon's son-in-law was still unmoved. He was busy pushing away his eyes that were beginning to condense. This breakup is of his will, so he must maintain a good relationship with Bian in order to be allowed to meet Meeza.

Slowly, the face lifted. Both of their eyes flashed for a moment. A sweet smile was painted on the handsome face of the heir. However, it is different from what Malya appears to be. The brown netra was faithfully smeared in a puddle, staring at the nanar the ex-husband.

"You relieved?"

Only Bian's voice was heard without Malya's intention. For what, he thought. Feeling that his ex-wife is reluctant to build interaction, Bian gets up to Meeza.

"Month, wake. Take your mother to the playground" whispered the father.

The little girl squirmed, Meeza's waking face drugged the retail heir until he took the initiative to prepare the princess to leave.

"Have fun, you guys." Bian waved at the two, when they were ready.

"Bye Dadd!" meeza is as cheerful as ever.

After the departure of the two women in his life during these three years, Bian looked around. The greenhouse built by Brandon is a real peace for Malya that she doesn't know. The big suitcase was ready in the corner of the room. Complete with a variety of photos that have been printed on it, even Meeza's beloved doll has been separated.

"Are you happy, part with me, Malya?" bian muttered. He sighed, saturating as he inhaled the fragrance of the woman he had left behind.

Mentari Lingsir was so fast. It is the hardest time for a mother. Bian accompanied them despite the distance, he saw more closely how Malya was very painstaking in taking care of all the needs of her little angel.

"Mother will miss Meeza, don't be naughty with Oma and Daddy yes" whispered Malya as the little girl began to enter the alpha zone.

Malya brought the last shirt that Meeza used. He will remember the smell of the ball though the aroma will not be eternal, at least can be a booster in this phase.

Beatrice's granddaughter-in-law got up after making sure Meeza was asleep there.

"Mothers go yes, Mee-zaa, forgive mother.sorry," she said withholding sobs. She kissed all parts of the little princess's face. Tightly close to the body last time.

"I-i'm leaving. Titip Meeza," said Malya, while pulling the suitcase also holding Meeza's beloved doll.

Bian lowered his head, unable to look at the face of the woman who only he made partners to give up hope. This time his heart was also grievous, for some reason.

"Be careful" said Bian, shrieking with a distinctive heavy voice.

Malya walked non-tai, dragging the suitcase away towards the gate of the Mansion. He does not know where the destination is, although Bian gave cash in the divorce certificate envelope as his right to undergo Iddah.

Clear grains adorned the footsteps of the young mistress leaving her only treasure there. "Meeza, forgive mom."

No questions from the officers. They knew her young mistress was leaving. Only the final tribute can be done by the maid who loves Malya.

"Mrs, take care of yourself. We ordered a taxi. Please," said the maid. Sari runs over to the lady, she asks to come but is rejected by Malya.

"Jaga Meeza for me. Remind her of me," sobbed Malya, hugging the assistant she had been close to all this time.

"Promise yes Miss, come back here again," said Sari no less sore, while young mistress Cakra just smiled bitterly with a puffy face.

"Goodbye. See you later" said Malya as she was about to take a taxi.

The four-wheeled vehicle slowly left the Mansion. Samar is heard shouting Meeza's voice but Malya tepis. He was busy with his own thing.

"Youngpamaaaaaaaa ... Daddy, go after mom. Vaaaaa!" meeza shouted hysterically until Bian had trouble controlling her rebellious girl.

.

.

..._____________________...