IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 6. YOU SELL, I BUY

"Do you know what the impact of this is, Chris?" bian asked with sharp eyes on the assistant.

Chris looked down, unable to hold his head just to return the gaze of the leader of Cakrawala Corp. He knew every word on that paper. A reality impossible to reason but real.

"Yes, boss. And I was very careful while doing this for three months. Trying to connect cause and effect to you also investigates what motive was used," Chris replied still with his attitude back.

Biantara did not respond anymore, he turned the work chair facing a large window that was partially covered with vitrace. Quickly, he avoided. Her appearance was very different now, but her face was very similar to Maria's.

Why so coincidental. What is the motive behind this, where is Mary also whether her family knows this. Treasure, position or what. Biantara did not find the right reason. Speculation is piled up in the mind.

"Chris, was the one I hit and the victim died was her husband?" bian asked hesitantly, he was worried about something.

"really. They had their wedding just two days before that. Boss, I urge the officer to request the address of the victim and visit his family. The alleged female in-laws of Miss Maria, blew internal conflict with their besan," Chrisnandi said.

Deghs. Guilt ambushed Bian.

"What family?" bian.

"I can't touch the woman's family any closer. It was as if someone was looking after them. There's just aral to go there," concluded Chris.

"That means economic or property reasons and he works not alone. Ask our people to investigate where Mary went also keep trying to get closer to this woman's family" said Biantara.

Chris flinching. He's pecking in his place. According to the assistant's understanding, it could be Maria's desire to escape. The woman had plenty of access to create a scandal.

"Chris? you didn't hear what I said?" bian said, because he did not hear footsteps or the sound of the door closing.

"In my opinion, you're useless in finding Miss Maria, Boss. This could be his desire to stay away. All this time hasn't your fiancee betrayed so many times?" chris said, no longer want Bian to be a slave to Maria.

Biantara heard Chrisnandi's opinion. He wanted to deny but what his assistant said could be one reason this all happened.

"Even Matthew was indifferent. His indifference was it because he knew of Mary's plan to run away and swap positions with this woman?" bian said, trying to figure things out since the incident more than three months ago.

"Isn't there a saying that we have seven twins, boss?" added the assistant.

"But she looks so much like Mary, even more beautiful after the hijab," said the Cakra clan's golden granddaughter while supporting her face with one palm.

The pair of assistants and the leader continued to discuss all possibilities. Biantara asked to continue the marriage preparation process even though Chris forbade.

"I'm not easily fooled, maybe he knows the whereabouts of Mary. It is impossible for someone to replace another woman, but there is no advantage. Continue the preparations" Bian said.

Chris went out of the room to carry out the orders of the leader. While Biantara looked back at the facts contained in the map earlier.

"Malya Syakia, an accounting scholar and concurrent as the administrator of the da'wah council. Her husband was a religious teacher. Who the hell are you? where to meet Maria?" gumam Biantara saw a photo of Malya who smiled until she saw her dimples.

"Your money is under Mary, two years apart. Just graduated married. And I caused your husband to die. Okay, Malya, you want to play a role? let's continue this.." a mysterious smile was imprinted on a handsome face with a firm jawline, thick eyebrows were also cave-sealed eye beads.

The heir of the Cakra Clan closed his eyes, making the ramps of the chair he was sitting on. I look forward to seeing Malya for the first time.

"It is worth avoiding. He is still in the iddah period, and the maid, does this one servant also know about the status of Malya in place of Maria? fix, you're not working alone. Ck, cunning fox, syar'i but disgusting," said Bian as he tore the photo he held.

"Welcome to the world of Horizons. I'll see you around the wedding, Malya. I'll make a nice surprise for you" muttered Beatrice's granddaughter.

Until the fourth month, Biantara did not visit again the residence of Maria, making Malya free as much as possible to quickly recover by forcing her body to move harder.

Every day, Malya exercises in Maria's private gym, building up her muscles because she has to have self-defense. He locked his mouth tightly and only talked long with Rara if he wanted to see his parents.

Sari said that Maria is the heir to the father's international cargo services company, which is now managed by Matthew. He got a guarantee of luxury life from the uncle as a profit sharing company.

"Him life is just a blur. He is independent but not productive" Malya murmured as she looked at the family photo of Maria on the wall of the living room.

Determined to escape from the trap of unwanted fate, made Malya ask Sari about all Maria's activities, hobbies, likes and many other things. She asked to learn etiquette in order not to reveal her identity, because Maria is a classy bourgeois woman.

"Only for you, father, mother. Hang on, pray for me yes" said Malya as she waited for her private tutor to arrive.

Sari was increasingly convinced that her young master had lost his memory because asking him to tell her many basic things was also behaving improperly Maria.

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A week before the Iddah period ended, Biantara came to the residence of Mary again. This time she is not alone but bring a famous designer to make a wedding dress.

Malya refused on the grounds of a severe whack headache that afternoon, even though she was teaching. But presumably Bian had other intentions to force his way in and stand in the doorway of Mary's room.

As usual, Rara gets in the way and this time Chris helps get rid of that troublesome assistant.

Malya was surprised, she immediately lowered her gaze. Put up the veil using a long pashmina that she grabbed straight from the bed. As much as possible to cover his body even though it was wrapped in mucus.

"You better follow my desire for wedding dress fittings. Isn't this what you wanted? thrusting yourself to me because your husband is no longer able to meet your inner needs when you just taste the sweet of marriage, Malya syakia," said Bian, firmly calling his name.

Dhuangar.

In subjugating the view, Malya broke into a frenzied heart, not expecting that the half-dead identity she had covered was easily uncovered by the man standing in the doorway there.

"Come, get out soon," said Biantara again.

"Let go of me, if you have known who I am" said Malya.

"Just boy. You sell, I buy!" brian Cakra's eldest son.

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