IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 37. BEATRICE'S PLAN

Malya takes Meeza to one of the nearby malls there. He will spend a lot of time playing, eating, shopping and body care with his baby.

"Known, this is onty Camai, mother's friend. He will also keep us going all day" said Malya introducing the two.

"Hello pretty, Meeza huh? said mother, you like french fries," say hello to Camai for the little girl sitting on the back bench.

"Hi Onty, I love all of Mother's cooking. Also that was um, French fries," Meeza replied to Camai.

Furthermore, the conversation inside the car was dominated by Meeza's voice. And the most surprising thing was, Beatrice's plan for her daughter.

"Oma say what?" malya was a little panicked.

"You go into a hostel in England, all over the medicine there," said Meeza, looking moody.

"Why England? What pain does oma do, honey?" malya said again.

"Don't know. But Oma loves the pain of the night, Mother," Meeza's great-grandson again, clutching her mother.

Malya was inexhaustible, why did Bian not convey this. He also has no idea about Beatrice's plans. Mary remembers Mary. If it's true that her ex-husband will introduce both, how about Beatrice.

"Maybe Bian is ready with his honesty to expose my identity," inner Malya.

It's time with Meeza, he realized, not the right time to think about that. Focus on the quality of bonding today.

"Meeza wants to play what?" added the mother when the car has entered the parking lot.

"Shootouts, dance, doll clasps, basketball and car racing, Mommy" he said for the kind of game he wanted.

"Dance? mom has to dance?" malya asked with her eyes bulging.

Meeza nodded quickly, laughing crisply at her mother's expression which she found funny.

Mother and child couples then walk through the rows of shops, occasionally stop to sort clothes or just accessories. However, Meeza often refused on the grounds that the closet in his house was full.

"Mother, let's play," her whine pulled Malya's arm.

Almost four hours they are in the Mall, eating, watching, shopping, driving around by the schooter or train tour in the Mall until finally to the game as powerful as Malya can avoid.

"Dance Mommy, let's dance" said Meeza pulled her mother's arm towards one of the stands on the game rides.

Apparently Meeza is very masterful of the movement with the beat rhythm this makes Malea distraught. The action of the mother-of-one became a spectacle of the boys who laughed at her.

"Mother suck, not like daddy," said Meeza when the game was over.

Malya's breathing gasped, yet had time to answer Meeza suddenly she was startled by a voice.

"Battle with uncle, will you?" roby approached them.

Meeza looked up, she smiled widely, the thirst that free play would pay off. Eldest daughter Malya, nodded quickly.

"You, want, uncle," exclaimed Meeza enthusiastically, pulling Roby's fingers straight up the stand.

"Eh, Mr. Roby. How come it's here?" asked Malya astonished.

"I told you no, you're my priority" replied Roby smiling sweetly.

"Including escorts?" cecar Malya's.

"Ehm. Special," replied the handsome man, quickly.

"Oh my goodness, what a handsome lady," whispered Camai as she sat next to Malya

"Hush, already have a girlfriend," said young mistress Cakra.

"Well, anyway, that cool guy is always quick to sell out," Camai kekeh accompanied by Malya.

Really mastering all areas. Even playing with Meeza was apparently a showpiece event for men with casual outfit.

"Uncel, shoot. Last Mother lost, not exciting," point Meeza towards the corner of the vehicle.

"Come on!" welcome Roby, enthusiastic.

The time is rolling fast, after the pickle, Meeza looks sleepy. He started sleeping in Roby's arms.

"Uncle," the boy tightly hugged Roby's neck.

"Tuh, Meeza wants me. We eat first yuk, Camai hungry like lemes is very tired like that," said the assistant, holding Meeza out of the mushala to one of the restaurants.

Like a harmonious couple, the two work hand in hand trying to make Meeza comfortable. The only princess of the puppet seemed attached in the arms of the assistant to make Malya busy preparing the table when their dishes arrived.

Mother of one child spontaneously arrange the cutlery, position the glass, pour mineral water, to open the napkin.

"Mbak Camai, let's eat" Malya said to her personal driver at the next table.

The young girl nodded, slightly suspecting that perhaps Roby's boyfriend meant her.

"Don't you, Miss Malya is Mr. Roby's girlfriend. They are very sweet indeed," muttered Camai at a glance watching from the tail of his eyes.

"Please go first, Madam. I'll hold Meeza first," Roby's pinta, seeing that Malya doesn't touch her food.

"Meeza just put her to bed, here with me," the young mistress asked again.

"Let's be with me." Roby slowly put Meeza to sleep. Fortunately they chose a table with a long bench. The ayu boy's feet remained hanging over Roby's lap.

"Syukron," said Roby seeing that everything had been arranged neatly.

"Eh, can you?" lirih Malya's.

"I met a lot of people with different backgrounds. Not a special thing, it is a common word to use," explained Roby replied to Malya's curiosity.

A long day passed by a mother and daughter couple with many sweet memories. Malya starts heading to the original resto to return her daughter.

Towards the Maghrib, Bian is seen already inside the resto. Roby's still following them.

The young mistress gets off by holding Meeza inside the resto while Roby and Camai wait in their respective cars.

"Daddy, why don't you come home with us again? Daddy said he'd pick Mommy up for Meeza" protested the boy who looked tired.

"Somedays. Meeza who persuaded dong, let Mommy want," replied Bian, did not get his daughter's response because Meeza back asleep.

Malya sat down in front of Bian. "Why not tell me that Meeza wants to be put in a dorm in England. Isn't it too small? what if I want to meet him? it's not the elder's attempt to keep me away from Meeza, is it?" malya's boyfriend to the ex.

The deg!

"I also just found out after this. Grandma wanted physiotherapy to improve her spinal structure. Meeza studied basic etiquette at business school for children her age. You can still visit him anyway, Al," Bian said.

Malya nodded bitterly, not wanting to look at Biantara's face. "Right, I can visit Meeza maybe a few years from now. To England is not like to the market mester. My salary is not enough even to buy a ticket, I know your way of mind. Not satisfied it seems to hurt me. This time, Meeza was put away in this way, "sad Malya, pressing the last sentence.

"Don't misunderstand me. We will facilitate you if you want to meet, Al," said Biantara, looking closely at his ex-wife.

"And would you tell Meeza that her mother was right after she decided to leave? I know the habits of the Cakra elder," Malya replied fiercely.

Bian sighed. "It's not final. I'm gonna figure out a way to keep meeting Meeza, okay? go home, you're tired. We'll talk about this next time," Bian continued.

Trowels. Trowels.

Wanted to reply to an ex, but Malya's phone rang.

"Okay ma'am, I'm buying, coming home soon," answered Mardiah's daughter on the call.

Bian saw the phone used by Malya is different from the device he gave. Cakra's heir finally got the answer to why all messages and calls are often ignored.

"So this turns out, you didn't even accept my gift?" accuse Bian.

"Don't misunderstand me. Go home, you look tired, we'll talk about it next time" Malya replied in the same sentence.

Ayu woman then rose up, approached the man in front just to put a kiss on her daughter's head.

"Assalamualaik."

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