IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 5. SCARCELY

"What did you do to my mom and dad?" malya stared intently at the man's spy. He didn't think that the threat was real.

"Relax, he is safe as long as you comply. Want to see the video?" reply Rara still with a sweet smile.

Plain face but not as innocent as her appearance. Malya was fooled. Rara then pulled out the phone and showed a one-minute video.

The courtyard of the house painted in blue sea, arranged beautifully with many pots of Sanseveira flowers, is now clearly displayed in front of the eyes. That's his house. Malya shut her mouth as if in disbelief, they found the family identity quickly.

A elderly man was lying in the middle room with a semi-rigid body, he had difficulty speaking or moving. It is also seen that the petite woman came into contact when carrying a lot of drugs in a small dish, she shared it for her husband.

The fine shaking of the wrinkled hands clearly signifies that their condition is not good. Seen sweat on his mother's forehead when trying to lift the body of Haji Syakur who lay to be a little higher.

"Let's take the medicine." The typical voice of Malya's mother speaks with her husband. The twilight woman's ugliness seemed to be the only solace for their condition.

Malya shut her mouth, crying so hard that her frail shoulder shook violently. "A-ayyaah, ib-buuu, I'm sorry," he said in between sedu sedan.

The video ends when her eyes glaze over, displaying the bitter smile of the mother caught on camera. Lamat caught the voice from the video with the sentence. "If you are alive, may God protect you. Sincerely, though do not know where Malya's body is."

Malya banged her head against the edge of the bed, hoping she lost her memory to ward off pain or God willingly returned her to the time one month ago before this event.

Rara panicked at the reaction of her employer. He circled the cage and prevented what Malya was doing.

"Miss, Miss. Keep yourself alive!" firmly Rara, put her arm in the iron barrier bracang as a cushion so that Malya's head is not injured again.

"Tomorrow you will be transferred to uncle Matthew's residence. Remember your family surname is Sawyer, Maria Sawyer" whispered Rara when she heard Sari's steps entering the room.

Seeing her young Miss crying again, Sari rushed to put the fruit on the table. He rushed over to Malya's cage.

"Miss, Miss. Sari's here. I'm sorry I came out for a moment" said Maria's special maid.

Malya squandered into Sari's embrace, she spilled her pain on the young girl's chest. At least it was only Sari who he still believed despite still groping.

When the condition was chaotic, Biantara came to visit Malya's room. She was surprised that the woman was hysterical.

"Sir, what is this?" bian asked the two girls who were on the side of the cage.

Malya hugged Sari tightly, not wanting to show her face to the figure of a man named Biantara. He still couldn't see the source of all his grief.

"When I return, Miss is hysterical, sir. Sorry, I left him for a moment to pick up some fruit. Rara was in the room," Sari replied explaining what she knew.

"Rara?" ask Bian again.

"I just started working today. Hired by Mr. Matthew," said Rara chimed in on Bian's question.

The owner of the Cakra Corp nodded. Then ask that they leave him alone with Malya.

The woman in Sari's arms was reluctant to break away, Malya shook her head faintly as this maid persuaded her.

"Yes already. You stay right here. And you're out" Bian told Sari to stay and Rara came out.

"Mary, tomorrow there will be a sister who will take care of you at uncle's house. Soon healthy yes, I will visit you every day after coming home from work," said Bian.

"Darling, I want to see you. Maria, please. I'm sorry, "please Beatrice's granddaughter is still faithfully sitting in her wheelchair.

As long as he can escape, he will forever do. Didn't the mysterious man say he would help her get through Iddah properly? inner Malya.

Bian's desire is not even granted the figure of the woman he missed. His firmness began to fade, the owner of the Cakrawala retail company was tired of waiting. He also resigned without success.

...***...

The day after tomorrow.

Sawyer's residence is far from Malya's shadow. Luxury architecture is not as warm as its solid form just as cold and full of mystery. Matthew only found her at a glance and requested that the maid take her home to Maria's residence in the elite housing complex.

Women wearing masks, with all-black gowns only looked down when the glass door was lowered by the driver. He had no desire to see all the relatives of Mary.

Feeling that the nephew was silent, Matthew knocked the hood twice to get the driver to take Maria away.

Along the way, Malya just silently thought about the daily life of Maria Sawyer, how brutal your life until about reluctant when your feet touch the land of their residence.

The Honda Civic he was riding then turned towards the luxurious Palmer Park Resident residence. Lined buildings with a tropical garden theme so that there is no guardrail between one occupancy and another makes this complex feel friendly.

"This is your home, Miss. Mr. Matthew gave you this birthday gift when you were twenty. Let's go in" said Sari, helping her get out of the car, while Malya listened.

"Welcome, Miss," said the maid who stood up to greet Maria.

"Sita, Sila is like me and Seto your driver," Sari introduced the maids.

Malya just nodded, waved her hand in the air as a greeting gesture then entered the residence in Sari's aid.

Malya's round eyes looked around, Maria's taste was indeed classy. He entered a temporary room on the first floor. Sari was not long to resign after making sure her employer rested comfortably.

"The beginning of an unwanted new life. Get through all this. There is no badness but rather You slip a message in Your scenario," said Malya looking at the sky of the room.

...***...

It has been more than three months, Malya has always avoided Biantara. Rara is useful as well, the maid sent by the mysterious man always has the sense to dispel Bian who is often forced.

His health gradually improved, he was able to walk despite still using a leg brace.

One morning, as Malya sat enjoying the warm glow of the sun on the side porch. There was a commotion between Rara and a man. Malya thought that the man was Bian.

Wanting to dodge but all too late, the handsome man had stood not far from where he was now.

"Ma-maria?" bian is surprised to see the change in the woman he suspects is his fiancee.

"Master, Miss Maria doesn't want to be met," prevent Rara from blocking the man's approach.

"Surge!" throw Bian pushing Rara aside until the girl almost fell down.

"Stop! don't come any closer!" malya was forced to speak a little loudly so that her voice was faint, while looking down.

"Baby, I miss. You've now decided to wear the syar'i? without my consent?... um, it's okay, I can accept whatever you look like," Bian said. Maybe Mary wanted to cover up the wound on her head so decided to go headscarf.

Sari came over, then helped Nonanya into the room past Bian who was still standing in his place.

"Mary, Mary!" call Bian again still trying to get closer.

Rara was troublesome, Beatrice's granddaughter was upset many times over the behavior of this one maid. Seeing that Maria had recovered, Biantara decided to return to the office and call her lawyer.

By noon, Bian gathered two lawyers to take care of all the documents for the wedding. Chris, who knew the plan of the leader, was surprised. Perhaps this was a good time for him to tell the heir of that Cakra Clan.

"Boss, this is my findings, please read it first," said Chris thrust a map onto the table.

Bian looked at the assistant, then opened and read the pile of paper. His forehead wiggled in wonder.

"You're serious?" bian looked at Chris.

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