IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTERS 30. THE FORMER SHADOW

It's not usual for Bian to make multiple calls to Malya. Also many messages accompanied on the mobile phone that always lay on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Tumben, Bian why?" malya muttered in between the morning's activities.

Women who have not yet removed their face, open all the applications on the phone specifically given by Bian. She felt she had to reply to one of the messages so that the man would not accuse her of arresting Meeza.

"Meeza is back in time. He's obeying you. Don't ignore its existence."

Malya put the flat object back in its original place. Today the work is hard. He must complete an audit of income income income statement at one of the outlets. Also try to be present on time on the zoom forum ahead of the Maghrib later.

Princess Haji Syakur even ignored lunch time until Mardiah was forced to feed her only child.

"A grown-up but still stoned. Work may, want to nampang same Meeza also may, but do not like to miss lunch," Oceh Mardiah on the sidelines bribe.

Malya just smiled, she had no intention of responding. His phone was neglected in bed when Roby sent something.

["Mrs I'll take a lunch break at your house. My house is doing AC cleaning as well as seeped water channels so many workers there. Please do not leave the room. Thank you."]

Ayu woman does not like her job other than her job. This month is the first salary as a financial staff in a fast food company. He wants to do his best and will buy Meeza a lot of reading books.

Until the dawn of Asar, Malya had only touched a neglected device since morning. He felt guilty when he read the messages of his former assistant-in-law.

Malya rushes to find Mardiah. Fearing Roby held back until he didn't have lunch.

"Mom, please call Mr. Roby, tell me I'm sorry to see the message. Has he had lunch?" malya said to Mardiah who was sitting in the family room.

The old woman followed her daughter's request. He called the assistant via Malya's phone and meloudspeaker.

"Halo assalamualaikum, son Roby, sorry I used Alya's phone. Lunch yet? Alya was worried because Nak Roby's message had just been read," said the mother, who was taken by Malya who was standing next to him.

"Wa 'alaikumsalam. It's okay, Mom. My message was not read by Alya so I stopped going into the mother's house. But already eat kok, in the cafe down though alone not tasty too," kekeh the man.

The first laugh that Malya heard from Roby's lips made her feel relieved and reviewed the same smile.

"Understanding and understanding."

"Oh, yes, Alhamdulillah. Alya felt guilty he said. Sorry yes," said Mardiah again.

"Please tell Alya, don't worry. I'm used to doing it myself. I hung something on the door handle, got it?" ask Roby to Mardiah.

"No, no, no, no" said Mardiah as he opened the door.

"Snack healthy let Alya stay focused, if tired can consume it. He must have forgotten to eat so hard at work. Please say thank you" said the assistant.

"Thank you very much, Son Roby. Alya said, this is excessive," replied Mardiah.

The man across looked. Thinking that maybe Malya heard all the sentences just now if it was digested from mother's speech. He hurriedly corrected.

"Sorry Madam, I don't know if you're next to mom. Sorry doesn't mean to be rude" continued Roby, nervous.

"Stupid Roby, stupid, she knows you called Alya. Stupid, damn!"

Mardiah chuckles and says that Malya has no problem with that. Even now his daughter has reentered the room. The call ended leaving shame and awkwardness on one of them.

["Miss, forgive me for being disrespectful."]

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"Always, I give in to you" lamented Mary.

Towards Isya, Maria arrives at the destination hotel. The car that his girlfriend uses is parked beautifully in the courtyard increasingly confirms that Bian is indeed staying here.

Maria heads to the frontline to ask the chamber of adoration but she has to swallow disappointed because Bian advised not to be disturbed.

"I'm his future wife. The car used this morning is that, time is not a guest here," said Maria.

"It's not so, Ma'am. He does not want to be disturbed Please wait in the lobby," replied the receptionist friendly.

Maria grunted in annoyance. Attempts to contact Bian were dashed while all calls and messages received no reply.

While in the room used Biantara.

The man had woken up earlier, deliberately ignoring the message from Maria. He even turned off the data on his phone.

Beatrice's golden granddaughter was still staring at the line sent by Malya this afternoon. Many times Bian reread the writing there.

"I'm happy, but you only reply like this after dozens of different types of messages."

"Thank you, Al. Already present in my dream, may you be healthy. Don't get sick," said Bian again.

He put the device down after hours of staring. Now the strapping body went to the balcony, sitting in a recliner while looking at the moon.

Bian recalled the hot nights with his wife even though Malya had never seen her face during the halal activity. Ignoring her woman just like that and choosing to go to the balcony to release a puff of smoke sign she has been served very well.

"Malya Syakia, what are you doing? still seeing the moon as it was customary in the Mansion? I am now looking in the same direction" said the widower.

"Maybe you're right, just a victim of a conspiracy that I don't know the reason behind this. Nor can I guess what disaster will befall the horizon, forgive me," he said, sighing heavily.

The heirs of the retail company closed their eyes. The shadow of the face of Mayu Malya, the last look was also a smile that she rarely saw when she caught in the greenhouse, looming as if reluctant to disappear from the eyes.

A long night passed by a man who was beginning to regret what he did in the past. The impulse to say they have to meet Malya is getting stuck.

"I have to meet him, and ask him to come back" he said steadily.

"Eh, how's Maria?"

Instantly his body regained its lethargy, it was not easy to stay away from the woman he had known well of his habits.

"Why is it that after Maria came, I felt like I lost Malya? I have to what if Maria is willing to be a Malya camouflage in public? am I supposed to take all this out on Grandma?" weigh Bian, think of all the hassle yourself.

"Lord, help me!" he groaned, pressing the base of the eyebrows.

She recalled that Malya would often worship if she hurt the woman. Bian, hurry to the bathroom for ablution.

"Didn't accept, my prayer?" doubt young master Cakra when will start takbiratul ihram.

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