IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 7. LEGITIMATE

"If I refuse?" malya's reply is still from behind the veil.

"Just try, I already know who you are. The invitation has been spread, if you want to make a scandal with Horizon should have been thought of from the start. If you are ready to become a suspect in identity fraud brains, come on, I wait for your heroic action," replied Biantara Cakra haughty as he was ruffled waist.

"It's not what I want! aren't you smart about judging an event?" demand that Malya still bow.

"Oh yeah? okay, you can tell your lawyer to talk about this. Any evidence you have? unfortunately, all the speculation highlights you as an actor, usually a player controlled by a director or even himself," Bian said.

"I don't know anything. When it dawned on him, he was in the hospital, did not even get to see my husband for the last time" exclaimed Malya withholding sobs.

"Your new husband is right in front of you, baby. Aren't I more handsome and well-established? it suits your taste, right?" kekeh Bian, he breezed away leaving Malya.

The woman who was still holding the veil then lowered both hands that she held high. Limp, tightness and pain. Malya again wept for her fate.

Rara immediately came over, asking about what was discussed with Bian earlier. However, Malya just shook her head slowly. Talking to Rara is suicide.

"I should marry him? then how's dad? he's my guardian," isak Malya, he's holding his chest tight.

"I'll report about this. He will help you, Miss," said Rara, then she got up somewhere.

Because the bride-to-be did not attend, Biantara asked the designer to visit her room to meet Malya.

Two hours passed, all passed by Malya in silence. She was not eager to choose the type of dress, the message was only so that the dress was made loose with a long hijab past the waist.

The roar of the car engine came out of the yard, indicating the man had left Maria's house. Before long, Sari entered into the Miss's room with something.

"Miss, this phone was given by Mr. Biantara to you. The message is one, lest Rara see you have this," whispered Sari.

Malya simply responded with an eye glance when the sophisticated object was placed next to her. After Maria's trust maid left, she opened the drawer and put the phone in the drawer of the nightstand, intending to open it when night falls.

...***...

There is nothing to do but surrender. Two weeks in tranquility used Malya to sneak away several times. As tonight, he settles when all the inhabitants are asleep, but his efforts are in vain.

When the lady managed to get out of the front yard. Two strangers confronted him. Ask him to enter the dwelling or will be harmed.

"If you're smart, it's better to go back because if you refuse, we're willing to take you somewhere so we can have fun, how?" said one of the men wearing a black jacket while pointing to a car containing several men.

"Young Master said if you are not cooperative, then we can have fun with you," added another man affirming the sentence of the colleague.

Glug. Malya's guts shrieked, had she run away it would have been caught and a terrible thing might have happened.

No choice, Malya turned her body back inside. When she had just opened the front door, Rara had been waiting for her.

"Miss. Video footage of your father," Rara said as she yawned.

Malya snatched the device from Rara's hand and ran to the room, intending to play the tape there. Seen on the screen now, the father's tearful dusk face.

Mother's voice sounded happy even though she knew it contained a tightness of restraint when saying a line of words that seemed to have been arranged neatly.

"Okaya, we are grateful that you are still alive even if you have to be in seclusion or hiding. Don't worry, mom and dad are living well here."

"If you want to remarry, then the father says give your blessing but can not attend and become a marriage guardian because the condition is not possible." Malya's mother's voice began to be heavy, raucous and paused, to neutralize the tone of speech intonation.

"All the documents have been signed, as well as a statement bestowing guardianship on the judge."

"Yes, I don't blame you, son. We don't know what's going on. Mother prayer-"

"I-momuuu!" Malia was crying again. Remembering both parents, also in-laws who will certainly increasingly misunderstand.

"Mas!" Call it for Sulaiman.

Already unable to retreat, not only him, the old man was now in threat. The best option is to stay with Biantara while looking for legal aid loopholes, enter bui or die but not by suicide.

The woman bent her knees, shedding all her longing, pain and helplessness there before she held a mihrab to complain about her Rabb.

...***...

In early June, the day that Malya did not want to come. He is now waiting for a new status. The woman in hijab was sitting down on the side of the bed of the hotel room where the marriage contract took place.

Sari cried until finally the young lady got the certainty of the relationship status she had been waiting for.

"Congratulations Miss Maria has become the rightful young lady of Cakra" said Sari.

Shortly thereafter, the civil registry knocked on the door of the room. They entered along with the groom. Malya flinched, still assuming Bian wasn't there.

After all the paperwork was done and everyone was out of there, Biantara pulled out her phone.

"The use of cell phones is for mutual communication. Why don't you activate the phone I gave you?" bian asked, in a soft tone.

Malya was silent, her tears dripping while she recalled the time when Sulaiman first saw her after the accident. They were timid and welcomed each other with prayers. Different from the current situation.

"This. Look," Bian thrust his salary in front of Malya.

Plastered clearly, the faces of his father and mother smiled happily even though tears were printed there.

"A-ayah, I-ibu," said Malya calling her parents.

"It's legal, huh? I saw the procession and asked the officer whether to remain in the representative or marry himself. Nak Bian came here, asking permission to marry you as a form of responsibility because it has made you seriously injured and Sulaiman died. Malya, I can't speak yet but we pray for you" she said, waving her arms and gesturing for a distant kiss.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Bian, who was sitting next to Malya.

"Mother, Ibuuu," exclaimed Malya as the streaming call ended.

"They give their blessing. But I wonder who pressured your parents. It used to be very hard to find but why yesterday was so easy. Heh, Malya! tell me who told you!" jakak Bian again.

Malya. For a moment this man looked gentle, and instantly turned rough again.

"I told you, don't know!" malya was no less loud.

"Fraud!" accuse Biantara.

"You, my husband's killer!" malya said, looking hard at the man beside her.

"Aaaahhhhh, lepaass!"

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