IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 38. NOT MOTHER

"Wa 'alaikumsalam, Meeza, your mother is still reluctant to see daddy, but her words are now spicy," whispered Bian kissing the innocent face of his sleeping daughter.

The mature and established man then left the resto to his car to return home. Along the way, Beatrice's granddaughter thought about Malya's words. The sharp accusation at once felt the anxiety of the woman.

"If Meeza had moved to England. I also go there often. If visiting with Malya, surely she refused. Chris, what do you think?" bian asked his assistant.

"It is necessary to prepare a special time for him, young master, because the mistress is still difficult to approach. Surely Meeza's mother doesn't want to be facilitated by you, does she?" chris guessed the way Malya thought.

"Right, he said that. I'll persuade grandma, hopefully it can be deferred. Tomorrow Maria asks to meet Meeza, please prepare a meeting place not to sniff the grandmothers," pinta Biantara. He would try to introduce Meeza to a cult woman a few years ago.

"Okay, sir," replied the assistant.

Between Bian and Malya. Both are thinking about how to keep them connected.

Next morning.

This one baby widower has been tidy since eight in the morning. He accidentally did not wake Meeza and comfort all his daughter's activities because he wanted to enjoy the innocent face of the boy ayu longer.

It hasn't been six months since his breakup with Malya. He tried to remember that neglected figure every time Bian saw him in this room.

Her net was closed, inhaling the fragrance she wanted but could not get. Bian then went down the trail that may still be there. He is now sitting on Meeza's desk chair. Checking all the contents of the drawer was also his daughter's reading book.

"Fiqih, tajwid, iqro, mushaf, siroh Nabawiyah, sahabiyah, the story of the animals mentioned in the Qur'an, the collection of folklore, your reading is very reflective of mother ya Meeza."

The grandson of Cakrawala's heir continued his curiosity. He pulled a drawer under the table. There was only one book there, Bian read the title.

"Mom and child health books."

The handsome man grabbed the object onto the table and slowly opened the page one by one there.

"You are sustenance, trust when the mother is reluctant to take it. However, God never wrongly put the nutfah to blow the soul. If God believes, why don't you, welcome to my life. Mommy hopes we strengthen each other," said Bian read a small note that he tucked under a photo USG.

Meeza's father continues to the next sheet. He found similar records.

"You grew up so fast, even if only half-fertilized, healthy is always my life" Bian said.

Her heart was pinched reading the many poignant sentences that Malya had written there. Every development of Meeza, do not forget to block prayer and hope.

"Mother can't wait to see you. The doctor said, You are beautiful. If you'd been here to see you, maybe he'd be happy uh but you'd love you later too. For the beauty of the moon, being able to make every sorrow turn and yawn," murmured Bian.

Not feeling his chest rumble, his breathing began to choking and heavy. Helping from the diaphragm is restrained, blowing slowly as if the blood vessels will rupture if he stomps rough oxygen.

"Al, sorry," said Bian.

"Meeza, daddy turns out to spend a lot of time growing. Pardon daddy yes, when it was too blind to admit how valuable you are. Moon, if you fix everything, will you be able to bring your mother back?" lirih Bian's.

The sturdy shoulder shook finely, not thinking that he had passed many clear grains. Both of his palms covered his face, propping his head on the table.

Biantara Cakra, regretting all the arbitrary treatment for Malya. The compassion shown by the quiet wife was too late for him to realize.

"Al, sorry," she's now talking.

A flash of memory like unsheathing a heart that began to be fragile because the veil of pseudo-lust began to erode. Long he was in such a position that his consciousness returned when a tiny hand rubbed his arm.

"Daddy, do you miss your mom too? I dream of mother," said Meeza, sticking her head on the father's burly arm.

Bian hurriedly wiped away the trace of sadness. He then picks up Meeza and shows a photo of USG himself.

"It's me and Mom, where's Daddy?" ask the plain boy.

"Daddy sees you now, after a few days of your birth, new daddy marvels at how beautiful the moon is" replied Bian, grimly.

"Oh yeah, Daddy's working. So here it's just me and mom" Meeza continued.

The sentence that Meeza uttered back and forth added to Bian's heart. The man was again stunned to find that he was not with them at the time.

"Come, get ready to meet someone. Daddy hope that whatever Meeza finds and recognizes later, just be nice. No screaming," pinta Bian. Divert mood.

"OK," said Meeza. Bian then asked Sari to help her daughter prepare.

An hour later, the descendants of Cakrawala have been in a child-friendly cafe. Meeza was enjoying several Playground rides in the courtyard next to the building when a woman approached.

"Meeza!" he said that the boy would look.

"Yeshaaaaaa!" meeza welcomes a woman.

Maria leaned in to greet single daughter Bian. He kissed Meeza's cheek.

"Look yuk, we're snacks" Maria said, lowering Meeza.

The boy glimpsed at the figure holding his hand. He was astonished but could not confirm what he was seeing.

Maria then ordered a lot of food and drinks for Meeza, as well as some of her favorite menus.

The little girl stared at all the dishes on the table. He began to look at the father who had just been silent.

"Eat, Meeza," said Maria. He started eating his dishes.

"Mother won't order this for me. Another mother's voice, is she sick? but eating. Daddy why just shut up?"

"Allahumma bariklana .. Mommy does not read prayer first?" meeza said to reprimand Maria.

"It was in my heart" he answered quickly.

Biantara only smiled faintly, Maria did not look at Malya's habits properly. He suspects Meeza has recognized the woman.

Beautiful princess Malya, as if doing a lot of tests even though she looks carefree and welcoming Maria. As per Bian's request before leaving earlier.

When it was time to part, Maria only peeked at her cheeks without reciting alqadr in her ears.

"Mother forget something no?" ask the child. Bian was even surprised by Meeza's question.

"Oh, forget, lack of success," said Maria repeated affix ciu-man.

Meeza just kept quiet, smiled then waved at the woman. After Chris drove a luxury car owned by Cakrawala, great-grandson Beatrice opened her voice.

"He's not mom. Mother Meeza doesn't, Daddy, who is she?" meeza looked at the father sitting next to her.

Bian looked back at his daughter. "He's...."

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