IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 24. NEW DAY

A week just passed. Malya is still busy entering applications to various companies, in accordance with the field she mastered as well as experience managing the bookkeeping of the council, for several years.

Not to forget he wrote a note that he was still in Iddah, if allowed it will work from home.

"Where is Al, the company that wants to lose. He said Bian giving a living, just wait to finish just out looking for work," proposed the mother.

"This apartment costs money, so do we. In Jakarta everything is expensive, Mom. Brandon's grandfather gave me a facility but my heart was concerned when Beatrice's grandmother found out about this and asked for a change. What do you want me to be? the worse they judge me in Meeza's eyes" Malya said at lunch.

"Malya is not burdened by father and mother but if I can stand on my own feet. The position is despicable or not, not from human judgment, but my goal is to make Meeza proud" continued Malya again, want both parents to understand.

Haji Syakur nodded in agreement. He understood the position of his son, especially bearing their needs as well as drugs that are not cheap.

"Be careful. Choose a job, hopefully meet a partner with a company that is friendly with employees," said the father, calming his daughter's heartache.

Shady sentences Haji Syakur increasingly whipped Malya to persevere in trying. After lunch, the lady returned struggling with a pile of CVs on the room table. Ahead of Ashar when he will take ablution, email notifications enter the laptop that is still on.

Meeza's mother immediately opened the application and read slowly there.

"It requires freelance to check financial statements and customer satisfaction survey results for one week. Can be done at home, coordinate via zoom also other media with the manager. Salary is calculated per hour with a total income of about three million rupiah," said Malya read a row of sentences there.

"Congratulations, you are selected to be one of the freelancers who joined team two. Led by Mr. Daniel, deputy director of finance. Please contact her secretary, Martha at 6213xx to coordinate. File attachment will be sent by email. All related rules will be discussed when zooming on April 3, 2023 at 08.00 WIB."

Malya read softly, repeatedly until a few seconds later she jumped up in excitement.

"Ohhhhhh!" the thrill of throwing home sandals that he will use for ablution.

"Aaalll," cried the mother no less frantically at the voice of her daughter.

Mardiah was moved, opening the door of the child's room, worried something happened to her. "Why you?" ask mother.

Malya was shocked when Mardiah pushed the door of her room tight. He even jumped in shock.

"Eh, I-I'm fine, ma'am," replied Malya, stammering as she pointed towards the laptop that was open.

"What's up there? ghost movie?" mardiah did not think.

"No. I got a job, got a job even if only a week but the salary is good. Hopefully it can continue like this. It can be done at home too," said Malya with a smile unfurled on the face.

Mardiah looks sumringah even though she does not understand what the contents of the writing on the screen of the box object on the table. He just wanted to make sure that his son was screaming not out of fear of ghosts.

"Thank God, not the movie, Al. You get the job turned out," kekeh the mother, stroking the arm of Malya wrapped in a long shirt.

Princess Haji Syakur nodded enthusiastically. He picked up the sandals that were thrown earlier and will pray first and reply to the email to concentrate.

After the happy news this afternoon. Malya did not go out of the room even when Roby delivered something for her she was indifferent.

"Alhamdulillah. I'm happy to come along. Young mistress is persistent despite being given facilities. I leave this for him, Meeza's painting accidentally splashed and I take it. Little miss, she's missing her mother" said Roby, handing over the paper as well as a Chrysanthemum flower arrangement.

"Do you like Chrysanthemums, Al? if so, I'll prepare the plant for you" Roby said.

"Oh, yes. I'll tell you, son. Malya does like Chrysanthemum as well as Dahlia" said the mother.

Roby nodded faintly then she went out of the apartment after delivering a message.

"Krisan and Dahlia, really describe you. Both symbolize strength, gratitude, loyalty, trust and optimism" Roby murmured, pressing a row of numbers on the door panel of his unit.

The handsome young man took off his official clothes and headed to his room to clean himself up. Not long after, when he came out of the room. Netra Smit Roby saw the delicious snack still billowing adjoined on the sofa table.

"Mother? it feels close to the parents if this is so. I'm just looking after your daughter but I'm getting affection too, thank you very much, Mom. Just know if I like to know the contents," kekeh Roby sat on the sofa while tasting the cuisine of his neighbors.

The firm finger of the agile man was looking for something on top of his advanced tablet. "Well, meet all you can decor," said the handsome assistant.

"Al, I hope you like it. Little miss taking care of your flowers in the greenhouse is excellent. The boy was exactly his mother now, irrit talk. The elder hasn't allowed you to meet. Did the young master tell you this?" roby said, he closed his eyes leaning against the head of the sofa.

"Miss Maria landed back in Indonesia yesterday. The young master also learned of this news, pitying Meeza. But I believe the little girl can recognize who her real mother is. This chaos may soon be revealed. I also wonder at the figure behind it all. He was very neat," said Roby, monologuing after ordering something to trust his employer.

While in the other room.

Malya received something from her mother's hand and opened it. The round netra slowly condensed looking at the image of Meeza looking at the flower. His figure is described as a shadow, hovering above the flower garden.

"Meeza. You remember your mother's message, son. Mommy sees Meeza every day through Minnie," said Malya wiping a clear grain at the end of the net. Grab a mouse doll that was worn the last shirt belonging to the baby.

"Prophey yes, daddy said through a message that he was sick so that grandma refused to give us permission to meet. Mother also tried here. We promise to survive, right?" kiss him on paper in hand.

Malya got off her bed, grabbed a piece of tape and stuck Meeza's work in the room's large mirror.

A bitter smile was painted, the shadow of Meeza's face crying in silence flashed again. He is like himself, withholding a lot of taste.

"I love Meeza O Allah, my moon," said Malya, sticking out her hand rubbing the stamped paper.

"Mother work first yes, dear," added Malya, turned around and returned struggling with some emails that went into her laptop.

"Other work? I got a job elsewhere, but this time at a food outlet. Meeza's favorite fast food," said Malya in disbelief, a twinkle of sadness was gradually lost to change of hope.

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