IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 69. GET CLOSE

Two days after that.

Alfred's marriage was held in Surabaya, the hometown of Ashley Fawzia. Malya asks Roby for help to represent her, but the request is rejected by Brandon's assistant.

"You got it wrong with Fathia, By? how to avoid that?" search Malya. Tumben Roby refused his request.

Brandon's assistant just kept quiet. He did not want to respond to high false expectations. Worried about falling, disappointed anyway because his proposal was rejected Malya still not healed properly.

"No. Don't give it away, Al," said Roby again.

"I have a visit audit, can't attend. Three months to go home, Mas Bian. I'm collecting money because I want to see Meeza later" Malya said.

"Here you go, give me the briefing. I'm busy too" Roby said as they met in the apartment lobby.

Since the last meeting at Alfred's residence, Roby has often avoided himself. Malya's work that has been piling up lately has a little bit affected the mood of this one-child mother.

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Three months passed so quickly.

Bian kept his promise, making a video when Meeza expressed his longing while showing many pictures of love for Malya. Their little girl grew up so fast. The moon of the heart looks more like him.

"Mother, miss you so much" said Zaza across Europe.

"Mother too. Healthy is always there, Za. Mother miss Meeza," said Malya, with teary eyes.

"Don't be sad, Mother. Zaza will be sad, "the four-and-a-half-year-old replied.

A small hand lamb, a sweet smile Meeza, Malya capture the display screen of the mobile phone. A speck of tears, always falling, his heart back melow when in this moment.

The connection was also cut. Malya folded both hands on the table, then placed her head there.

The mother-of-one's shoulders shook, she missed Meeza. Every time he saw the fine scratches of the wounds on his slowly faint arm, he remembered the mere princess of puppets.

"Al, Grandma said strong," said Astrid, mimicking the lyrics of Wali's band.

Princess Haji Syakur, raised her head back, nodded while wiping away the trace of sadness there. He then continues the work as a diversion attempt from Meeza.

Two days later.

Malya wants to welcome Beatrice at the airport but what power, Michael seems to force his brain and physique to work like a horse. There is no stopping asking Malya through Herawati to do this and that.

"I'm sorry I can't greet the elders at the airport" said Malya when Bian contacted her.

"Yes, honey, it's okay. Grandma is better so no special handling is needed. Um, Al, I told you not yet, that we moved in," Bian said after all this time.

Malya stunned. Roby didn't say anything to him. "Yet. Why move?" ask Malya.

"Mansion is now in the habitation of aunt Anne and Andriana. While Maria, back to England with Andreas," Bian again.

"Alhamdulillah if you have recovered. I wanted to visit but in the bodyguard barrier so yes. Mother how?" malya asked hesitantly, remembering Sulaiman's mother.

"Your ex-mother has been released. Just two months in jail. You didn't get any news from him? I've forgotten," said Bian explained many things that have not been conveyed to Malya.

Mother Meeza was silent. This is an hour of rest for him but instead in use huddle with his ex. There's a lot he doesn't know if Bian doesn't share anything with him.

"Let's. I wanted to go there but waited for his anger to recede. I asked him to be released. However, the assembly refused, so it was not my fault" said Malya, looking away, given the effort to help her former in-laws.

After greeting Beatrice, the call ended. Malya prepared to leave with Sesil to one of the branches. He's in charge of auditing the bookkeeping there.

By the Maghrib, Malya was still in one of the fast food restaurants. Overtime work again because there are many things outside the center s.o.p. Malya scolded the manager softly. The final briefing was done in one of the rooms that are commonly used for children's birthday celebrations.

"Quick forward," said Chris, seeing the mistress in a room surrounded by glass.

"Kian mature," added Biantara, now he propped up his chin to see the look of Malya, like watching a movie scene, Bian enjoyed this from his seat.

Right on the Maghrib, Malya ended the session. He and Sesil went out of the meeting room.

"Al," call a voice.

Malya turned her head, and it was Bian and Chris who were waiting for her.

"Well, right here. Shouldn't Mas still have to accompany the elder huh?" ask Malya. Sesil repeatedly pulled the base of his elbow, asking to be introduced to two men perlente.

"I accidentally saw you come in here. Yes, stop by, I have something to discuss. If it's grandma, she's with Roby and sister .. Can we talk?" sahut Bian, still standing in front of Malya.

Malya nodded, she then turned to Sesil, understanding the code meaning of the friend.

"Something dear, introduce this Mas Bian, Daddy Meeza also Mr. Chris," said Malya staring expressionlessly at Sesil.

"E-eh, Mr Bian huh? hello, I'm Sesil," said Sesil, holding out his fingers to shake. However, Bian cupped both palms in front of his chest.

"Bian, Malya's husband," explained Bian, reluctant to mention the word ex.

"Eh! kayak Malya," added Sesil when he saw the response of Biantara.

"Where, Al? can now?" ask Bian again because Malya just nodded.

Malya asks Sesil to go home first because he will talk for a moment with Biantara. As soon as his partner came home, Malya sat down at one of the tables.

"But it can't take long. I haven't prayed Maghrib yet and there's fifteen minutes left. Weekend only, please specify a place," said Malya did not want to linger. His body was tired and felt sticky all day working outdoors.

"OKAY. At home, how? you can take Father and Mother," Bian welcomed Malya's wishes.

"Ehm, okay. All granny look .. Can I go home first? Camai nungguin daritadi," said Malya kikuk, pointing to the parking lot of the restaurant building.

Biantara nodded and did not take a look at the face of ayu in front. His attitude makes Malya noisy, so she is not comfortable talking.

"Assalamualaikum," said Malya rose, retreat.

"Wa 'alaikumsalam. Al, thank you, do not throw all this," concluded Biantara.

Blushes.

Malya's face blushed, her heart pounding. He knows what Bian means. Everything you wear today is a gift from him. Gestur may have Bian get the answer to his invitation first.

"He em, equally," replied Malya as she moved away from the table and exited the resto.

Deghs.

Deghs.

"Ish, calm down, my heart." Malya muttered as she opened the left car door, leaving her stunned.

"Why heart, ma'am?" asked the female driver, making Malya blush even more.

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