IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 41. SECRETS IN THE NOTEBOOK

"But it seems Meeza is smart. She seemed to be watching him in silence," said Maria with a astonished face.

"You will camouflage to be like his mother, adjust between the clothes you wear and the behavior. Just time for this, I'll have to give you direction, Maria?" andreas insists, in the woman who is in the field will be his wife.

"What about Bian?" ask the woman across.

"She's just access to be close to Meeza. Don't ignore Chris, the man is more sensitive than Bian" Andreas said.

The conversation between two people with different purposes ended when Andreas only needed recognition, another thing with Maria. He just wants to live a life of luxury. His love for Bian slowly faded when he found that Andreas was better able to pamper him without the shadow of the elder.

Mary had even met Anne, and the rich woman was very different from her mother. Anne actually gave Mary the abundance of love during the recovery period, making it more heartened to settle into Valencia.

If both people are keen to cultivate a plan to be perfect, another thing with Malya. Work piles up, making him difficult to sort out time even though just answering chat messages on his phone.

Both of Malya's friends Astrid and Sesil, who saw Malya struggling from the moment she arrived and missed the break, chided the mother-of-one.

"Al, Byby who? you get food from him," Astrid said while carrying a goodie bag from the ground floor.

Malya had just finished folding her alphabet when the woman with the narrowed eye approached the cubicle.

"Byby? oh, yes, just keep it there," Malya's pinta back to tidying up her hijab.

"Here written, please bribe him, if Al refuses to pause from all his work," Astrid read a message in a paper bag containing the food.

"Daughter, Al?" investigate Sesil while tidying up the messy bangs.

"Modya model kok courtship, anti, he's the type of straight applying and marrying, eating belom anyway lo," Astrid's son nudged Sesil's arm cool ngaca.

"Yee, I am nanya, how do you know Malya kesambet so forget the rules," Sesil laughter echoed.

"Sih, o-" Astrid replies but is interrupted by Malya

"Already, the habit of the storm only. Wonderful, you guys are one hostel, go home together but always fight small things," kekeh Malya grabbed the lunch that Roby delivered.

Malya opened the paper bag on the table and took out the contents. Salad, juice, chicken katsu are also vitamin c, not to forget, face masks.

"Eh, is this a boy or a girl? I know how much women like their favorite. A potential husband, Al?" scatter Astrid again.

"No. You guys want? we eat together," asked Malya to offer a lunch menu on her two best friends.

Malya accidentally did not explain who Roby was. It could be the material of the two girls' blessing as well as dismantling her identity in the past as the ex-wife of a famous retail leader.

"Now ah, thank you. We ate downstairs. It's really sweet, fix men," Astrid guessed again looking from the handwriting, menu choices, also caring.

Malya just smiled in response to the ravings of her two best friends. Roby's menu of choice never fails to fill the stomach while nourishing.

["Syukron, lunch."] Malya replied to the message of the assistant who had been hanging for two hours.

["From. The weather is cloudy, it's good to immediately notify Camai to pick up when you go home later."]

["Yes kheir. It's been. Shukron."]

Malya put her dress back on the table, then continued taking vitamins and wearing a face mask with the aroma of fresh apples.

The two women smiled at the behavior of the girl with this geeky appearance. Sesil is entertainment at work.

"Can't be excited. So speak slowly directly in Malya's ear," he replied innocently inviting laughter back.

Throughout the day, passed by the sweat that slowly dries up, until dusk comes to say hello.

Malya had arrived home just as heavy rain was pouring down on Jakarta that afternoon. He sees Roby just arriving but is talking to someone in the lobby. Malya ignored and passed towards the elevator.

He rushed into the room while at work, his fingers found something sensitive when he opened the assistant's notebook.

Malya was curious about the graffiti there. He only glanced at it, worried that Sesil caught it and took it, he was unwilling.

"Al, Roby was here before he went to work. He said have you finished borrowing his book?" ask Mardiah when Malya just came in.

"Oh, just be a little more stretched, want to be copied first, not finished," said Malya.

Ayu woman went into the room, cleaned herself and collapsed for a moment before the Maghrib chastisement echoed. He then opens a page that makes him curious in Roby's book.

"Oh, a working journal. And .. what!" Malya is patterned, her face blushing like a boiled crab.

Roby's handwriting is so neat that it's easy for anyone to read. On some pages, he was skinned by the man.

"Yes Allah. I'm ashamed, when he knew so deep, where it all fit," great-grandson Malya saw a row of writings about him there.

Quickly, he really understands because it has pocketed Malya's personal data to the sensitive thing.

"Mas Bian doesn't know. Lah, who is he, Zazaaaaaaaa, Byby you are naughty," exclaimed Malya silenced her mouth with a pillow so that no other occupants could hear.

Malya went on to the next page, empty, empty. Turns out Roby wrote randomly there. He found out more about her.

"Yes Robb, everyone here seems to fit my taste. The cure, the skincare are all details. Grandpa told you to or is this purely your keptoan, Byby?" malya looked at the ceiling.

"Don't get too close, By, I'm scared. Meeza also does not necessarily accept. You're a normal man, lest any heart be hurt because of me" Malya muttered, closing her eyes. Reviewing all the good things Roby did for him.

"No, Al. He just carries out trust. Don't be lulled let alone washed away, the rainy season is prone to flooding," kekeh Malya closed Roby's notebook after she took the capture for a work plan that had been arranged.

While in the other room.

Roby's been nervous since this morning. Malya carries a notebook in which she has her personal data when asked by Brandon to find out.

"Save my face, Robb, don't let him read, I can't help Al accusing me of being a pervert or even of being away from me" Roby said anxiously.

"Eh, maybe it's good too. If found out father, who knows directly at the begging because of his son's mesumin," laugh assistant Brandon surfaced.

"Then Rob, halu mulu your work, ah. How could Malya want to be with you, her ex-husband's a trillionaire. Lah, you got what? but then how about it, if you meet him," said Roby urgently in the room.

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