IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTERS 70. ENDOWMENT

It's been three months, Roby hasn't heard from Fathia. Mifyaz said his cousin was in charge of a newly operational da'wah radio since covid.

His idea with Fathan, the brother-in-law made Multazam still exist in the widely known community, becoming an oasis of faith in the midst of a crisis of faith. In addition to the educators who are required to memorize the Quran, also at least master two foreign languages.

What power, hands and body did not arrive. Roby begins to find out about Fathia personally because he does not dare to send messages despite having gotten his number from Mifyaz.

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In another shelter.

Camai took Malya's entourage to follow a car in front. They will visit the new Beatrice residence in South Jakarta.

The carved black gate opened slowly as the accompaniment of the car entered the courtyard. Not as large as the Mansion but impressed very beautiful and not too flashy when compared with other occupancy.

"Not wrong, ordinary tumben," said the father assess the front facade of the residence Biantara.

Malya's in herded in through the garage. This place can only fit four cars. He guessed that on the inside there must be a wider area.

Sure enough, after passing through several long garage sections, Malya saw the main building more magnificent compared to the front occupancy. Two-story white and brown painted house, standing firm. The spacious courtyard in the fruit trees, flower garden, gazebo and somehow, Malya did not have time to expand the view because Bian had welcomed them on the terrace.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am, Yah ... Honey, sorry it's way off. The car hasn't moved me to the back yet" Bian said, helping to pull the former-in-law's wheelchair as Camai pushed her up.

"Wa 'alaikumsalam. Nothing, foot sports," replied Mardiah.

"So yuk," asked Bian. Seeing that Malya was silent, Bian aligned her steps.

"Such a beauty Miss Sya. Sorry yes, Al, this is narrower than the Mansion, only half of it," said Bian lirih.

"What matters is not the size, but who you live with. But, Mom, this?" Malya felt that this was like her dream home.

"As per your taste. Where are we talking? gazebo or over there?" point Bian to the corner of the yard, a sidrap-roofed bale, a long chair swing, under which there is a fish pond and surrounded by flowers.

Malya did not blink, what a tempting place to stay and linger there. "You designed all this, Mom?" malya asked subconsciously stepping over there.

"Ehm, for the sake of Miss Sya," Bian replied, following in Malya's footsteps.

Both of them sat there. Bian chooses on the swing while Malya enjoys a typical rural bale.

"Al, I'm serious about reversing because it takes you not just for Meeza. I learned from the story of the prophets Ayyub and Rahma that the greatest capital for uniting two people is loyalty. Trying to be sincere like Ibrahim and Siti, hoping to lead us to true love," said Bian, looking at the flowers swaying in the wind.

"I would not have been able to do this if it were not for God. Strengthened to not give up even for His cause," replied Malya.

"Ehm, right. I learned a lot from you. You turned down Roby, Al. May I know why?" ask Bian again.

Malya considered Biantara had changed a lot. The man in front of this was calmer and looked unpretentious. Making Bian's charming look up a hundred percent.

"Yes. The reason is because Meeza will still be a stepson for Roby, unable to make free physical contact. If Zaza is a baligh later, he should stay away from me and come back to you, Mas. I don't want to be separated from him anymore. Keeping Meeza in front of Roby makes it very difficult later. There would be a distance stretched between them while the two were close since Zaza was an early age. I can't bear it but can't fight the teachings" said Malya Long.

"Ehm, the choice if I want to continue with Meeza then must refrain from remarrying until Meeza is mature, independent, moved residence or married," Malya replied with a smile.

Bian started to worry, he didn't want Malya to make this decision. "My fate, Al? don't be like this, please, dear," please Biantara, catch a glimpse of his wife who looked down.

"Mas, don't pause ya." Malya looked at Bian, while the man nodded enthusiastically.

"Maybe we are struggling together, I am happy because we are walking together for a purpose and strengthening each other. Actually, without Mas asking for anything I am willing to accompany you to rise even a little not afraid if you do not have everything. I know, Mas released a lot of assets to fulfill the rights of Andreas and Andriana, thanks for being a great man," said Malya Long, glancing at Bian while smiling sweetly.

"I want to serve my father, as I can because if I get married later, my main is you. Let's process together, it's okay if our path is longer than others to be happy. Just make me the only one for you, yeah, can you?" malya said, looking towards Bian.

The heir to Cakra was stunned, Malya's answer made her think. "You're willing to come back to me, Al?" insist Bian.

Malya nodded, smiling towards him. "But later, my path to Meeza is not yet complete. It is not easy, but as long as we send prayers together, God has passed. Can you be patient again?" pinta Malya for her ex-husband.

Biantara lowered his head, he nodded quickly but was unable to look up at his face.

"Mas, don't do this. I know you've changed a lot. Don't make me heavy and dzolim against you later" said Malya, a little less bear to see Bian.

"I'm happy, Al. Not sorry or upset for you. There is no more pleasant reply than good news because of the tiredness of waiting. I'm just too happy, Honey," Bian replied, with a raucous voice holding up a sob.

Malya wanted to rub that firm shoulder but as much as she could hold it. He knew, Bian had tired of body soul taking care of everything until the end of this move.

"All this, it doesn't change my feelings for you, Mas. Said Ibn Qayyum Al Jauziyah, the road to Allah was where Adam was exhausted, Ibrahim was thrown into the fire, Ishmael was on the landscape to be slaughtered, Yusuf was sold and in prison until Rosulullah got the fakery and the disturbance ... what we are going through, has not been their equal right? we're going to be strong, aren't we?" Malya started sobbing. His ego held back for them to get back together in the near future.

"Dear, I get it. Don't cry Al, I can't erase that from you right now. Honey, Malya, listen to me. You're the first woman who made me fall in love this calm. So lucky to have you, Baby. You'll be my only back."

"Hopefully you and I will be a couple who are both afraid of losing. Agreeing to equalize goals, to make each other happy, we are still two who choose to be one. Meeza and I are patiently waiting for you, baby," Bian concluded, this time calming Malya down.

Malya could not hold back her crying. The happiness and relief he had managed to let go this morning. His heart still loves whatever the husband looks like, but this time God gives more in return than Malya asks.

"Love you, Mas," said Malya, wiping away the clear feathers that fell on her cheek.

"Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina Muhammad, Thy grace is immeasurable, O Robb. Love you, Darling. Jazakillah kheir, Meeza's mother," replied Bian, not to be missed staring at the dark brown bead.

Despite the distance, romantic intimacy radiates between them.

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...😭 ngiri. Finished, the inner conflict of both....