IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 22. TESTAMENT OF WILLS

In the cabin of a car. Previous night.

Malya clutches Meeza's beloved Minnie doll, she also kisses the last t-shirt her daughter wore all day, the distinctive smell of baby sweat that she will miss.

"Mrs, where are you going?" asked the taxi driver to disturb Malya's grief.

The mother-of-one looked up, wiped the clear lava from her face and answered the driver. "Ke kost that is not too expensive on the outskirts of Jakarta, and close to Bogor," said Malya could not mention the purpose clearly.

"Where is Madam?" keep the man behind the wheel.

"I-I don't understand places. I haven't been out of the house since I first stepped on Jakarta land, sorry. I believe in you," said Malya, resignedly. His brain cannot think clearly. What is important is that he has a temporary place to stay.

The driver drove the vehicle to the nearest jasmine hotel because he also did not have a decent living recommendation and was afraid this woman did not have the money to pay for her services.

"I drove to the hotel jasmine while yes Madam. There, you can ask about the nearest rented house or boarding house because usually employees also do ngekost," replied the taxi driver.

Malya just nodded, she did not notice the streets were getting darker. Either because of the mood or indeed the traffic lights are dim.

Before long, the taxi that took him pulled over in front of a hotel. A man opened the door and helped their prospective guests.

Malya did not have to bother waiting, she was directly guided by the room boy to the room on the second floor. Young Madam Cakrawala went into it after giving tips to hotel officials.

What he was heading for was a mini balcony. The net fluttered the night sky, greeting the faithful moon Goddess with a dim light up there. Like his life story.

"Bian, let's get used to each other without any news until all this becomes a trivial thing. Let it feel foreign because the ego that does not submit succumb to feelings. Let's tread each other's paths so that this bond unravels without any more groans of pain."

"Our business is limited to Meeza. It is not distance that separates, my daughter, but our desires are no longer in line. Survive Malya, despite being sick, crushed and bleeding," muttered the woman who had now entered her second iddah.

Jakarta night air that is usually hot now feels increasingly pierced into the bone marrow, Malya also chose to enter the room. Closing the door and pulling the curtains, she headed to the bathroom to hold the mihrab.

Malya sleeps still using mukena until dawn. He was struck by a loud knock on the door of his room. Through the gap hole of the door panel, ayu women also peek at who the guests do not know the time.

"Roby? what was? I didn't bring anything from that house but Bian's cash. His card was handed over, "mallya muttered, grabbing the mask from the table.

"Who?" tanyanya.

"I, Roby, the personal assistant of the late great master Brandon, Madam," replied the masculine man from behind the door.

Malya opened the door a little, creating a gap to peek at the guest. "What's up? I didn't steal anything from there" Malya told me before she was charged.

Roby just kept quiet, glanced at his young mistress then lowered his head back. "I'm sorry I'm late in preparing a place to stay for you. At breakfast, please come down to the restaurant, I will explain a lot there," said Roby again.

"That's a long time," replied Malya, not feeling good if Roby waited too long.

"It's okay, I'm used to waiting. You're okay, right?" asked the handsome man again, looking towards Malya.

Bian's ex-wife nodded. "What's wrong, thank God."

The big master's assistant bowed down as a sign of respect and left from there.

Ayu woman then chose to clean up after Roby's departure, preparing to welcome the cry of God.

An hour later. Six o'clock in ten minutes, Malya went down to the ground floor to the restaurant.

"Madam, this is a great lord's will to you. Please read," said the man at the other table, thrusting two large brown maps at Malya.

The faithful lady wearing the mask accepted, opened and read the handwriting plan on paper.

"Apartment for me, a car is also money to start a business according to my hobby?" malya said, looking down at Roby.

"Five percent shareholding in retail company Cakrawala? and you, my personal assistant?" malya was not in the end.

"I-this is too much. I can't accept it" said Malya, handing over the files she read.

"It is valid and legal in the eyes of the law. All in your name. If you do not want to use all these facilities, no problem. You will need some time. I'm still working in the company and the Cakra family as well as being your personal assistant. If there is something uncomfortable to do, tell me, Madam," said Roby at length.

Malya patterning. He did not think, Brandon was so dear to him that he prepared all the needs without anyone realizing.

"Now, please pack all your things. We moved out of here after breakfast. There's an online taxi outside with a female driver, don't worry Madam. I'll help keep your marwah in this phase until it's over" said Roby, bowing his gaze.

"Maly. Steady. I'm by your side. Lord, this creature of yours, is beautiful. To be honest I was nervous this close to her, "inner Roby.

Biantara's ex-wife leaves the hotel she rented last night, following KIA Carnival's car in front of her. Before long, the taxi carrying Malya entered the elite apartment area.

"Greenland paradise."

Roby walks in following Malya, the man asks one female security person to accompany them while in the elevator while heading to the tenth floor.

"Floor ten units 3A. Romal's keyword," Roby said as he pressed the keys on the door panel.

Malya only noticed that she had no intention of responding. Until the door of the apartment was open, the woman was still not aware of who the occupants in it were.

Malya slowly went inside, admiring the luxury interior. As he was about to head to the room, a voice called out his name, making a step stop.

"Malya's? Malya right?"

Deghs.

The familiar voice he missed. His body suddenly stiffened, afraid just to turn around and thought this was just a dream. Biantara's ex-wife painstakingly manages to keep her breath stable.

"Al."

"Mrs, this is not a dream. Please, my unit is next to you. If you need something, tap or just log in. The keyword is the same as yours, excuse me," Roby said, leaving a stiff atmosphere there.

Roby's departure gives Malya the courage to look back at her body. Instantly the shadow of the figure caught the tail of the eye. Malya started sobbing. Both thin palms covered part of his face, barely believing what he saw.

"Al," he called again.

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