IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 65. GATHERINGS

Malya closed the door of the apartment tightly, then leaned back there. The father saw his daughter was even silently staring was astonished.

"Al, why? see the ghost?" kekeh Haji Syakur, made Malya surprised.

"Eh, um, Dad .. I just had a chat with Roby downstairs," said Malya, taking off her shoes.

"Then?" ask the father again, when Meeza's mother approached then salim and sat down next to his wheelchair.

"I refused. Dad told me to give a direct reason. Well, I was wrong, wasn't I?" malya looked down.

"If your heart feels nothing against it, then your decision is right, Al. Roby is a godly man, in the Lord he will get a partner who is in accordance with his piety. Sana, rest," replied Haji Syakur, stroking his daughter's head gently.

Malya got up, stepped inside the room. While putting the bag down, he saw two invitations on the table.

"The birth of Sheraz Qadri's son. Who her? uh, here's another what, to the venerable Lady Sya. Teaching and watering, Alfred Riedl. Oh, yes, my lawyer's office owner who takes care of all the legality documents," said Malya monologue read two invitations.

Just put two things down, Malya's phone rang.

"Assalamualaik."

"Wa 'alaikumsalam, Al, have you received an invitation from Chris? I want to ask you a favor?" bian's voice is on the other end.

"What, Mas? here there are two invitations, one from my lawyer's office and the one in dark green gold who knows who," explained Malya called something Bian meant

"Well, that green gold is mine. I was already in England when he got the title. Please represent yes, Sheraz is someone who means a lot in my circle right now" Bian said.

"Loh, I don't know anyone there. Later kudu how do not understand too," elak Malya a little reluctant.

"Please yes, Al. I told you that I'd be represented by my wife. Sajani is the owner of Raj Bun's. That pastry you used to eat, you know. The Qadri couple were also friendly individuals," said Bian.

"But, Mom, habit! I'm not your wife anymore .. uh, have her? but look later, if my schedule is not tight," said Malya while removing the hijab and sitting on the side of the bed.

"Ck, you will still be my wife .. because it is not logical, during the working weekend. Baby, please. Later Roby accompanied because he also knew him well," explained Bian again.

"Although yes, I went with Camai, not her," said Malya. He'll be awkward facing Brandon's assistant for a while.

"Yes, I believe. Thanks, Al. Don't forget, all in use yes," said Bian closed the call.

"What else? all worn?" muttered Malya, got up, left the phone on the bed and cleaned up.

A few minutes later. Towards Maghrib prayer, the door of Malya's room was knocked on Mardiah.

"Al, there's a package for you" said the mother from behind the door.

"Come in, Mom." Malya was drying her hair.

"Post from Nak Bian. He said for your show next week. Very cool yes, from top to bottom plus accessories also contents of the wallet," kekeh Mardiah brings a lot of goodie bag into Malya's room.

Mother Meeza widened her eyes. He was curious as the mother placed the pile of items on the floor. Malya then opened one by one shopping bag with a famous brand icon.

"Astaghfirullah's. Hijab, pin, perfume, robe, socks, inner pant and snail, watch, clutch, shoes, also cash? even underware, which is true," said Malya for giving Bian.

Mardiah laughed crisply, her former daughter-in-law began to dare to spoil Malya blatantly. All this stuff is like a hand.

Since then, Bian has not contacted his ex-wife. Until the hour of departure, daddy Meeza, just called Malya back.

"Are you ready, Al? building a colleague for us?" bian asked hinted something at Malya.

"Kolega for us, you mean?.. ehm, this will go," replied Malya as she opened the door.

"Oh Allah, beautiful mother's son. You're like a young lady tipped, Al. Well, it's very elegant," said Mardiah, his voice was loud until it entered Malya's phone.

Bian heard her mother-in-law's words, and she smiled. Imagine how sad Malya is right now.

"Photo dong, Al," whispered Bian on the phone but not Malya gubris.

"Assalamualaikum, it's too late" Malya replied, closing the call unilaterally.

Mother Meeza ignored her mother's praise, she rushed out of the apartment unit when Mardiah would reach for a cell phone to capture the moment.

Just a few feet away, Malya knew Roby was behind her. He pulled over so the man could walk parallel to the elevator.

There was no greeting or chatter from either. Roby looks a lot down this time. They split up in the basement and agreed to meet there.

"Yes, what a beautiful thing."

An hour later.

Malya waited for Roby to walk in front of her, so as not to misstep as this was her first experience attending an important event. He followed Roby in silence while observing around. Many business colleagues, seen from the clothes and body language of the guests.

"Good day, Mr. Raz, Mrs Jani," Roby said to the temple chorus.

"Corn, Mas Roby. Bang Bian is still in England huh" Sheraz replied shaking Roby's hand while Jani simply smiled cupping his hand in front of his chest.

"Yes, but at the deputy of his wife, Mrs Sya, please," said Roby, shifting his standing position and then please Malya.

"Good day, Mr. Sheraz, Mrs Sajani. I'm Syakia," said Malya slightly bowed, to introduce herself.

"Alhamdulillah, you can meet Madam Cakra who is said to be kept secret from the public. Greetings, I am Raz and my wife Nares eh Sajani," Sheraz said.

Malya just smiled in response to Sheraz's words, she shifted, then became friendly with Sajani.

"Twin huh? Thank God, sholih waladun, Robbi habli minassalihin." Malya wants to get closer to the cot, giving the parcel also asking permission to pray.

"Alhamdulillah, please, I ask for a lot of prayers from you," said Jani pulled Malya's arm closer to her son's baby box.

Sajani has only met Bian twice, not thinking that the mature man's wife is a woman with a very perfect appearance, calm and calm also looks salihah.

"Allahummaj 'al awladana awladan sholihiin haafizhiina lil qur'ani wa sunnati fuqoha fid di mubarokan hayatuhum fid dun-ya wal endahah. U'idzukuma bi sarajillahit tamati min kulli syaithanin wa hammatin wa min kulli 'aynin lammah, aamiin."

"Allaahummam-la' quluuba aulaadinaa nuuron wa hik-matan wa ahlihim liqobuuli ni'matin wa ashlih-hum wa ashlih bihimul ummah" Roby said, closing a series of prayers for Sheraz Qadri's son.

Sajani and Sheraz agreed on the prayers of the two important colleagues. Malya then went to the seat that the host had prepared. The series of events continued for the next two hours.

When Malya was about to leave, Sheraz called Mifyaz to capture the moment. He asks Malya to take pictures with them, the mission of Sheraz is to send a photo of the mistress of Sya to Bian.

"Come, please," asked a woman in a soft voice. Even Roby looked at him.

However, Malya steps in at a break by a handsome young man carrying a sophisticated camera.

"Sir, please hold it. After this we review about the food of the mother colleague yes, and call bang Shan for an interview. Later uploaded to Mbak's blog tonight, hopefully the visit rises sharply," Mifyaz told Fathia.

"Mbak doesn't have much time in Jakarta, Yaz" Fathia replied, hinting that Mifyaz worked more nimble, and was nodding at the young man.

"Sorry paused, come," asked Fathia to Malya to go to Sajani's side.

Mifyaz took up photography because he had a mission to raise Queennaya. Her mother's cooperation in catering Pawon Ratu owned by Dilara, got a good response from the public after their food menu was reviewed neatly by Fathia in various languages. The Queennaya business is expanding.

The results of Mifyaz hand photos are like shots of famous photographers abroad. So Sheraz hires his services for this event and Raj Bun's content interests. She also needs Fathia to translate the chat with her new German colleague.

Malya is also very comfortable with the hospitality of Jani and Fathia. They talked for a while before Madam Cakra said goodbye.

"Mbak Fathia, open private tutoring foreign languages? my daughter is back in indo next year. Want to get her to know you, hopefully Meeza can also master many languages," said Malya to Fathia, she was amazed at this young girl.

"She's a blogger too, very famous for this. The reviews are always mantep," added Sajani.

"Maa by Allah. Still learning, I occasionally teach at Arza Tahfid Boarding school Bekasi, owned by uncle... initially just a fad Mifyaz make web and blog eh continuity, the boy is cool in IT, it, his father's derivative so yes should be utilized," said Fathia, smiling kindly.

The loyal Roby accompanied Malya, occasionally listening to their chatter. Now, the women sat down while Fathia continued her work.

Roby was curious about the results of Mifyaz's shots. He approached the young man and asked to show him a photo.

Mifyaz warmly welcomes, handing the advanced device to Roby while she records Fathia with another camera. The language he uses, soft voice, good at pressing words make Roby's ears as if spoiled by Fathia.

Brandon's handsome assistant occasionally glanced at the girl. He returns Mifyaz's camera when Malya calls him home.

"I go first, By," Malya told the assistant.

"Be careful," replied Roby. He still wanted to stay and chat with Mifyaz.

After the show ends, Sheraz calls Roby and Mifyaz closer.

"Yaz, later help photograph the garden flower supplier Raj Bun's yes. Belonging to the lady of Sya earlier, Bang Bian asked for some beautiful photos of your style to be installed on their website. Save Roby's contacts first while Bang Bian hasn't come back yet" Sheraz told the pair.

"Okay, when's the time to set it up, Om. I'm still in school because" Mifyaz's smile expands.

Sajani then invited Fathia to join, because he had not asked permission from Sheraz that he would ask for a room tour mumpung Fathia in Jakarta.

"Room tour?" ask Sheraz.

"It's good to raise Raj Bun's trust and prestige, as well as being in trend" Fathia explained.

Sheraz. Whatever will be done for his father's wife, he allows Sajani.

"If he goes to Jakarta anyway must be utilized," kekeh Jani.

"Where do you live, Ms Fathia?" asked Roby to vent.

"Al Multazam, Semarang," said Sheraz to answer Roby's question because Fathia was silent.

"Maa by Allah. Ustaz Muhammad Abqory? sorry, you're the teacher there?" scowl Roby again.

Mifyaz smiled, even nudging Fathia's arm. "My mother, her grandson. You know Njid?" ask Mifyaz. (grandfather)

"Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad .. I once went there, from fifth grade esde to pass esempe," replied Roby did not expect to meet the grandson of a noble teacher.

"Narrow world ... narrow world," Sheraz chuckled again.

"So you're brothers?" ask Roby again more curious.

"Yes. Cousins. If we need anything, run to the brothers first, so all connected. Meet Om Raz also because of Bang Shan," kekeh Mifyaz.

"Mas Roby will be surprised, Kusuma is the connection everywhere. All lines of business, there must be someone who knows them, amazing anyway," added Sheraz again.

"I didn't think I'd meet the granddaughter of the noble teacher here. He's healthy, right? I haven't been a sowan for a long time, but if haul hut, in shay Allah takes the time to be present" Roby told Fathia.

"Alhamdulillah Njid healthy even though it is old because of age. In the near future there is a mass wedding thanksgiving there. Abuya is also an open house for alumni for three days, come if you can. Um, everybody, I'm saying goodbye because I'm going to Tazkiya ... Yaz, mbak first yes, continue again later tonight," concluded Fathia, in a nod to Mifyaz as well as the Qadri couple.

Roby nodded too. "In the Lord. I'll contact Mifyaz later" replied Roby.

Ayu woman then withdrew from there, stepping towards the car because Farhana was waiting for her.

By nightfall, Roby was chatting with Mifyaz. They will meet in two days.

If Roby's busy setting the agenda for their business. Another thing with Bian. The man was admiring someone as a result of receiving many photos of Malya from Haji Syakur and Sheraz.

"Maa is Allah, you are Malya right? Meeza, your mother's getting this way, daddy's getting anxious. However, I have to wait another three months. Al, you promised me, right?" biantara gumam.

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