IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 29. MEET MARIA

"Hmm, I'm not glad you're back. Just looking for you everywhere you want to be by my side" said Bian, looking at Mary's bead.

"The eyes are similar, but Malya's is darker. The structure of the face is almost the same, it's just that Malya is more and more ayu with hijab and looks sexy when removing it .. uh."

Maria approached, trying to sit on Bian's lap as she used to. However, somehow this time Bian refused blatantly.

Biantara got up when Mary would sit on his lap. "Sorry, Maria, don't do this, change your clothes first" Bian said with a gesture of refusal.

"You why the hell? so sad right now, huh?" upset Maria.

Sexy woman stomps steps into her room following the wishes of Biantara.

Before long, Maria had returned wearing hot pants and a tight T-shirt and sat down in front of Bian again.

"Why don't you, why me?" lure the woman.

"I'm waiting for you to tell me" Bian replied, looking at the part of Mary's face, there was the same wound as Malya.

Maria took a long breath. His gaze began to look far away, at a glance he saw his interlocutor. "After the incident I was unconscious for almost six months. Severe injuries to the head as well as the legs make walking difficult."

"When I woke up, I forgot some memories, especially the last one. It's just, a lot of flash of memory about you going back and forth all day until I can't sleep and my tension is high" said Maria.

"In the end, doctors provided continuous stimulation of memory triggers for almost a year. The leg and the injured body part also gradually recovered even though I had to use a wheelchair and only took it off six months ago" continued Maria.

"Who helped you? and why is that woman in my car?" bian was curious.

"He never showed himself. I don't know what motive he's playing. Last time it was just the sound. A man, saying that he loves me and wishes me to be his," Mary replied again, a little dramatizing though he knew very well who she was referring to.

"that's weird. If he loves you why let go of you now? malya's family was threatened and I had a hard time getting close to them," said Bian, a little hesitant over Maria's statement.

"Because he can't have my heart, Bian. I repeatedly begged him to let me go and say that I love you so much" said Maria, with teary eyes.

What Maria said moved Bian a little. She also felt the same way with Malya, the woman had a body but not a heart. And now, exactly, he also released Malya to be free.

If a person loves sincerely then he must give up the adoration of heart with others. But, he let go of Malya without any taste.

"I'm still curious, why are you guys so similar and present at the same time? Maria, do you have a twin sister?... You really don't know the figure of Malya?" urged Bian, still very curious about the facts about this.

"Not at all. And there's no twin story, not even Uncle Matthew knows the real story, right?" guess Maria, because the only Sawyer family has been apathetic towards this one girl.

"Yes. He doesn't know" replied Bian.

For some reason, after hearing Maria's long story, Bian no longer lusted to know. Her memory is on Malya. How he accuses the woman of being the mastermind of a fraud plot. It is only a victim.

"That may mean that the person who helped you is the same person, changing your position at the moment of chance" concluded Bian. He put his body on the back of the sofa.

Maria just nodded faintly. Andreas is the mastermind behind all this.

"Maliah."

Biantara suddenly dizzy, he resigned to the hotel where he stayed because last night was not able to rest properly. Maria prevented the widower's departure and asked to stay with him at Vila Sawyer.

"I'm sorry, I can't, Maria. I don't know, I'm not feeling well right now. We will talk again later, yes" said Bian, standing up and leaving the villa

Deghs.

"Malya hijab. My daughter doesn't know what happened. If you want to be my wife, then your choice is like that" said Bian, looking briefly at Maria.

"Where possible! I don't want to. Bian, I have my own way of taking your daughter's heart. It doesn't suck to be Malya" he said confidently.

"Meeza is a smart kid, of course she will recognize who you are easily. Don't confuse my son, Maria, sacrifice a little this time for me" Bian continued.

Maria grunted in annoyance. He did not think that the figure of Biantara had changed much. "Dian! Bian!" exclaimed the woman chasing Biantara when she wanted to get into the car.

"Otherwise?" lamented Bian lazy.

"You have the same kind of me, pretending to wear Malya's mask?" maria's whine held the man's arm in front.

"Only for the outward appearance. The public knows that my wife is hijab-wearing. I don't mean you" said the golden grandson of Cakrawala.

Bian brushed aside Maria's hand on her arm, then he got into the car and left Sawyer's villa.

Along the way, Malya's gloomy face, puffy eyes, soft sobs are also the most facial when she asks for her right to suddenly spin in the brain.

His heart rippled in light of all the ill-treatment Meeza's biological mother. Malya never even looked at her face, she always looked down. The woman also very rarely spoke if it was not something important.

Bian grabbed the phone in his pocket, he made a call to his ex-wife.

"Nil. You never reply to messages, nor calls. In the past when I went a long time ago, grandma often gave you a cell phone and always wrote long messages. Malya, you're healthy, right?" bian muttered.

His mind was raging by the shadow of an ex-wife whom he mistreated. Present as loud as accompany the journey of the widower.

When he arrived at the hotel, the heir of Cakrawala asked the frontline so that he was not disturbed by anyone.

After cleansing himself, his body shivered violently. Bian grabbed the personal medicine he prepared if traveling then pulled out a blanket and curled under it.

"Al, Malya," the voice of Meeza's father calls for his ex-wife.

Malya who takes care if she is sick, without saying much even the presence as if vague but the body can not deny the gentle treatment of women.

"Al, Al, it's very sick," complained Bian, very weak.

The subconscious acknowledges that the soul of Beatrice's golden granddaughter longs for the figure of the woman who used to be loyal on the side but was neglected for real.

Complaints subside when a man is in pain as if he gets a soft touch from the woman he calls.

Ting. Bian's cell phone.

"Meeza is back by the appointed hour. He's obeying you. Don't ignore his existence."

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