IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 3. RESEMBLING

After the mysterious man's departure, Malya cries in silence. The sound of sobbing was not heard because of the pain of a slashed heart. The pain that afflicts the body is even tens of times more painful than before.

"Pass of Faith, I'm sorry. What kind of wife wasn't on your side to see you last time. Dad, mom, what should Malya do now?"

"Why don't you take my life, Robb. I can't live without the people I love." Malya Sesal.

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It has been a week since the brief statement the man gave. No one visited her in this room other than one maid, leaving Malya astonished.

Malya can move little by little and press the button to adjust the height of her bed to be comfortable.

"Everyone in this room was wearing luxurious facilities but she seemed to be a lonely woman. Even his family and fiancee did not come. What kind of figure is this Mary."

"Is my face the same as her? astaghfirullah, my hijab, I don't wear it. How do I ask a maid for help?" Malya.

Malya racked her brain, and she found a way to avoid being suspicious. Slowly, the left hand attached to the infusion is lifted into the air.

Maid saw the young lady's gesture, she then approached her master. "Yes Miss, do you need anything?" ask the cute girl in the waiter uniform.

Malya moved her lips slowly making the girl look down closer. "Please bring a pashmina to cover my hair, as well as a long-sleeved shirt. Is my face bad? I wanted to see my mirror and my picture before the accident" Malya whispered very softly.

The girl in the maid uniform was astonished, Maria always wanted to look sexy but why was it now the opposite. Did the impact on the head make her brain shift, thought the maid even though she did everything her young miss asked for.

A few minutes later.

What Malya wanted was fulfilled. He was relieved not too long to realize that the aurat had opened. His heart was pounding while looking in the mirror as well as an old photo of Mary. The beautiful retina was widened in disbelief, her sensual lips even slightly gaping.

"Innalahi, similar. She has wavy hair and I'm straight, her eyes are light brown but I'm darker. A faint little mole on the nostrils and I on the tip of the lips though not clearly visible, the eyebrows are thick like me and well-groomed," murmured Malya scrutinized every inch of Maria's face.

"Miss is still pretty despite the head wound. Mr. Bian, just recovered. He will visit you tomorrow morning" said the smiling maid looking at his young master as if likening his current face to the photo he was holding.

Deghs.

Malya chose silence, tomorrow she will face the man who took the life of her husband. Somehow he'll behave later. Whether his heart will be firm or just the opposite.

The next morning, in the nursery of the heir of the Cakra clan.

The head of the retail company was a little better even though there were two stitch wounds in the temple and his left arm was still wearing a cast. Bian wants to see Maria.

"Chris, take me to Maria's room, is she any better?" ask Biantara as he slowly descends from the bragang.

"One of his legs was fractured, his head was hit and his right arm was sprained. The doctor has not reported the details of the examination results because Miss Maria is still difficult to communicate with, "beber the assistant, while pushing the lead wheelchair into the room Maria.

Geck. Geck. The door was opened from the outside. Malya suspects Maria's fiancee came to visit, she chose to pretend to sleep.

The sound of footsteps approaching was also a brief conversation between a man and a maid in the room.

"Is Mary dead?" bian asked the guard.

"Already, Sir. However, it is still difficult to communicate and easy to fall asleep. He only occasionally wakes up if the nurse gives medicine only," explained the maid explained the condition of her young miss.

Bian approached the side of the cage, looking closely at the face he thought was his fiancee. Beatrice's granddaughter seemed to regret having made Maria get a lot of injuries.

"Dear, I'm sorry. Once you recover, we'll get married and announce it to the public. Is that what you want?" whispered Bian.

Malya's heart was beating fast, her chest suddenly tight due to the roll of emotions that rumbled but could not be ventured. His eyeballs moved quickly to the right and left even though the eyelids with lashes were tightly closed.

Malya is budding, she is in the period of iddah and this incident is difficult to avoid because the limitations are also not her wishes. All he can do is try to maximally maintain the view as well as how to behave later.

"Please your servant, O Allah. Help me take care of my marwah again, "inner Malya.

Long time silence there, observing every inch of Mary's face. She discovers there is an awkwardness but soon brushes over it and says inwardly that Maria is used to wearing make-up. It is only natural that many parts are disguised.

Until a few days later, Malya never opened her eyes when Biantara visited her. I don't know when he can do this.

One morning.

The head of Cakra Corp met the doctor who treated Maria in the treatment room. He asked many things about the progress of the patient's condition and his fiancee's attitude that seemed apathetic when he approached.

The doctor said physiotherapy will be carried out to deal with the injury. Regarding attitude, it has to do with psyche and trauma. Medics suggested that Bian bring in a psychiatric expert to reduce the impact of anxiety and mental problems that may arise.

The man who was still sitting in the wheelchair nodded. He then asked Chris to arrange all the best for Maria.

"Darling, I'm not giving up on getting sorry from you. Get well soon so that I can prove all my intentions," said Bian. She left the room soon because Beatrice was going to visit.

As usual, Malya was just pretending. After being sure Biantara had come out, the widow woman with the status of a flower opened her eyelids a little. Her heart crumpled, tears streaming down from the corner of her beautiful netra.

"I-I'm going to marry the man who killed my husband. I-I must also serve her because I now play the role of Mary. Dad, Mom, somebody, help me." He wanted to run away, run away from everything but was helpless.

In the corridor of the VVIP ward, two men engaged in a serious conversation.

"Boss, I want to tell you something" the assistant said as he exited Maria's room.

"What?" biantara.

"You remember no, the clothes Miss Maria wore last time?" chris asked to confirm something.

"Remember, she wears a black knee-length dres with cutting the neck of the sabrina. Her hair was wearing the hair piece I bought. Maria was very beautiful on the day of betrayal" said Bian, with a bitter smile. "Why are you asking me this, Chris?" coined.

"Hmmm, it's okay, boss. Just wanted to make sure of something. If all the data has been collected I will leave it to you," the assistant replied as if implying something.

"You're hiding something from me, Chris?" insist Bian, when he will reach his treatment room again.

The assistant looked weighed. "It's just my unsubstantiated suspicion, boss," Chris said.

"About what?" Bian was curious. He then asked Chris to stand in front of him.

"Your betrothed, Miss Maria. Boss, I won't talk if there's no concrete evidence, sorry," Chris said, leaning in as an apology.

Biantara nodded, his assistant never speculated if there was no valid evidence he found.

"Cliu?" cecar Bian.

"His clothes, um," replied Chris doubtfully.

Bian stared intently at the assistant. "What do you mean?"

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