IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 64. GESTURE FOR BYBY

"If I'm going to choose a man who loves me like both parents or at least approaches them" Sesil replied inviting Malya's attention further.

When he was about to raise a question to his friend, Bian's cell phone, vibrated.

"Allalamaic, Al. I went back to Grandma. Back here after seeing Meeza for three more months while bringing the elders back to Indonesia. Almost ten months there, only recovery left. You, um," asked Bian hesitating on the other end.

"Wa 'alaikumsalam. Um, send us the latest Zaza photos later. If you can, during the visit, please videotape him for me. Meeza must have grown up" said Malya. His eyes re-glazed every time he remembered his little girl there.

"At least once a week I'm going to visit Meeza's dorm. I'll send it. I'm leaving, yes," said Bian again as if waiting for Malya to say something or even ask to come with him even though it was impossible.

"Fii be safe." Malia said nothing more. Her father's advice not to give hope to both men made Malya cautious.

The communication relationship between him and Bian is established because of Meeza. Food delivery or whatever, he did not refuse because of the provision he could also share occasionally with his colleagues.

Food is not wrong, which is their mistaken assumption that he receives male hospitality. Indeed, both men know that the fate of the gift will not affect or affect the heart of Malya.

"She, ckck, charm om-om hard on tepis. The more days the former looks more calm, like he is the winner later. You realize, didn't you, Al?" sesil said when Malya's phone dimmed the call sign ended.

Princess Haji Syakur grabbed a drinking glass, sipped a few cc of thirst-wetting liquid. Malya looked at Sesil for a moment while putting down the tumbler, then continued the intention of asking about his best friend's opinion earlier.

"What do you mean, Sil? choosing a man's love like a parent?" ask meeza. Malya tidied the table, then straightened the back of her left hand to support her chin.

"This is my opinion. Your age is now two and six yes, if the average life expectancy of women in Indonesia is around the age of 55 years then you spend 29 years to live with it," said Sesil again, he now pulls the chair closer to Malya's cubicle.

"Ehm, then?" Malya still felt the intention of her friend.

"Ah, you, pretend," sesil slapped Malya's arm, feeling that this woman was just testing her logic.

"Truly, I still don't understand," elak Malya, increasingly curious about the so-called Sesil's opinion piece.

"Logically, you live with your father for two and six years and spend two and nine years with your husband. So, you must consider the logical reason earlier. Choose a man who loves you like your father or mother" Sesil concluded, he let out a long sigh.

Malya understands, Sesil's opinion of her values makes sense especially for women like her who have experienced failure in marriage. Do not let, the second choice will actually create a new trauma hole to blame God that the soul mate is not right, because it feels not answered prayer.

Work hours ended quickly, Camai was waiting for him below when Malya had just arrived in the lobby.

"Malya!" call a voice.

Ayu woman in a black all-blazer, turned her head. His superior greeted, Malya paused for a moment.

"Internal meeting. You and Angga represent Herawati. Martha didn't have time to tell you earlier," said Michael approaching Malya with Angga, the deputy financial manager.

"Bu Hera where, sir?" asked Malya astonished. Tonight he had an appointment with Roby and it must have taken some time.

"Survey the location with other staff. Next month, it's your turn and Sesil, touring audit branch," Michael concluded, waltzing away.

Dhuars.

The work is heavy. But this is the way to get closer to Meeza. The visitation agenda will have an impact on the salary and additional allowances that he can use to buy a London return ticket.

The next thirty minutes, Malya had been at their meeting point cafe. Roby orders cold coffee while Malya just orders her favorite mango juice.

"I'm straight away, Al. How do I submit my CV?" said Roby did not want to linger there.

Malya lowered her head, not daring to look towards the man across.

"What's your reason for choosing me, By?" malya asked softly, while playing the tip of her blazer.

"Said Imam Ghazali, Allah never wrongly brings a servant together. For the presence of it brings two things, happiness or experience. You have both" Roby replied, choosing to stir the drink to avoid making eye contact.

"really. But it could be that God wants you to study better, for example maybe not to be destiny but only as a study or test of faith. You recognize one of them?" reply Malya, reverse Roby's speech.

"It has. And I guess my race is right. I don't want this test of faith to send you to a crash, Al," Roby said.

"After marriage you will live by her character, her responsibilities, not just property or lifestyle, but her knowledge. I know you have all of that. But falling in love with a woman whose love is greater then you will find unlimited patience and a vast apology space" said Malya, hinting at something.

"I chose you because I believe you can understand me, by the nature of your woman's side, Al," Roby replied, knowing that Malya was inclined to reject her proposal.

Malya shook her head faintly. He felt Roby was just used to his presence.

"You're coming in too friendly, By. But baby, I don't have a decent place to visit you. Perhaps you are just stopping by without any intention of settling down. It is not your fault or even God that bestows taste ... It's just about your sincerity being misaddressed" said Malya, gently and gently rejecting Roby's subtle proposal.

Brandon's assistant, leaning back against the sofa. Roby commented a faint smile, while her net dared to look at the woman in front. She's still Malya the quiet one, the owner of a dark brown retina.

Malya firmly gave an answer. Roby had indeed lost since the beginning, the figure was never lost from the recesses of Malya's heart even though in plain view, this woman did not feel.

"No hope, Al?" roby said, just wanted to make sure. For some reason, his ears and brain suddenly bluntly digested.

Malya just looked down. If the signal is clear. He did not need to affirm the heavy sentences he avoided.

"As you said, God never lets things happen for no reason. Even if you fall to the rock. Maybe in the future there will be slander hit if you continue to step. My answer is clear" continued Malya, preparing to grab the bag and get up from there.

"nurtaukron, Al. I see," said Roby nodding as he lowered his head.

"Therefore, can you keep that effort and remain grateful?" malya said as she got up from her seat. Stand up and look at Roby at a glance.

The handsome man smiled sweetly. "My love isn't like abege, Al. Of course I am grateful for all this, the path of God in the best of Allah," replied Roby again.

"Hamdan wa syukron. I am sure that you will find the perfect woman because you have trusted and given up the affairs of life to the substance that will never destroy His creatures. Sorry Byby, assalamualaikum," concluded Malya, stepping up to his residence leaving Roby there.

"Wa 'alaikumsalam, O Allah. Where else can I find a woman that calm. Give me a better one, aamiin. patience yes By, singles status just extended," kekehnya against empty.

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