IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 71. DELIBERATION

"Young master, sorry, called the big lady" said one of the maids who approached them.

The two then left the gazebo in the corner of the spacious courtyard, walking hand in hand towards the main residence.

"Don't cheat, Al" said Bian, slowing his pace.

"Mas times, in the office is clear all. Clients, other not yet staff," replied Malya. He is even reluctant to interact with any other man besides Roby or his boss.

"My heart's already chock-full of you and Meeza. Oh, yes, Al. Meeza will be banned from meeting us during the last six months of quarantine before further education. If you want to stay there, I'll take care of the extra paperwork.

Malya stopped, she turned her head towards Biantara. "Please, Mas, don't go far. I miss my ball. Just here. Six months? what my Zaza will be like. Is it okay? it was too long," whined Malya stared intently at the towering man beside her.

"Dih, gemesin ya, ngusekin ngusekin your hair so, Al," kekeh Bian, while Malya lowered her head, consciously has provoked a reaction for the husband.

"I can communicate with his teacher, but I can't vcall. They said, so that at the time of release later, the kangen banged. In the past, I was too. Indeed, the mental education of strict discipline, it is useful and imprints into adulthood. Meeza is as smart as you are, in her left hand she will raise the effort that we pioneered, dear. The business world is cruel, but my daughter will be tough to deal with it all" Bian said, looking at the shady face that looked down.

"But I want him to go to school here. Can I?" my great-grandson did not dare to raise his head.

Bian smiling. "Can. We'll find a good school for Zaza later. Enter yuk, you have to organize some of the room that is still empty. Ah, yes, Al, want another reception?" tanya Biantara.

"Our business, what the hell, what business startup, Mas? the chamber? the reception? a lot of questions," said Malya curious.

Biantara only briefly smiled, ignoring the words of Malya. He continued his steps into the room.

When Beatrice saw her ex-daughter-in-law, she asked to be recited in a prayer to stay healthy and be given a chance to worship longer before closing the age. Malya, tucking the fingers as well as the forehead of the sepuh while chanting prayer.

"Amijin ... Al, help Bian organize Meeza's room, your master bedroom, and more. You want a re-reception?" beatrice holds Malya's hand.

"No need. Isn't our divorce a secret, Grandma? if yes, yes stay that way, so there is no need to be weird anymore" replied Malya.

"I told you what, too, Malya doesn't want that. Go up to the second floor, Al, there's a maid there. Meeza's room and other rooms are still plain," continued Bian, he chose to sit with Haji Syakur and opened the chessboard.

Malya followed Beatrice and Bian's orders, climbing the futuristic staircase and looking around. Bian prepared this for her and Meeza, so the heart of this one-child mother soared. He then consulted and asked for an overview of the interior design that turned out to be there.

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Semarangs.

Abyan has been interrogating Fathia, she is now making a chat via zoom with Abah and her two younger siblings.

"Well, Abah's grandson indicated that I should nadzor a man named Roby Al Ashfaq. Mas Panji seems to know that, already a smile daritadi," said Abyan display a photo of Roby on the screen.

"So, how was Tia. Who led them as long as they did not go out of the corridor," continued Abah.

"I know him. The good boy and Shan had already given a clear picture of Roby's figure. Fathia even asked for their opinion while in Cibubur a few months ago" Mahendra said.

"If Roby fits the criteria, Abyan, I agree. Fathia is a visionary, if you rely on santri who mukim there, I think it will be heavy for men, insecure later. The candidates for the sons said Big Brother, less fulfilling Fathia's wishes. Waiting for a Cairo or Yemen graduate who is as visionary as the child is difficult as well. Most correctly, it is let him choose himself anyway," continued Amir, clarifying his opinion.

Abyan and Qonita seem to be nodding their opinions. The leader of the Multazam cottage now asks Mahendra to reveal all of Roby's profiles.

"As Shan said. All in the picture. Mifyaz even tracked down Roby's parents' residence. It's his childhood home, the unit he lived in, assets, hobbies and even he is now actively holding back some of Beatrice's work in place of Brandon Cakra, the leader of Roby," Mahen said.

"So, brother, don't conclude first why. My brother never changed. Ask Mas Panji, it's real or not" Amir said. Abyan was always stiff, she remembered the case that had been slapped by her brother.

Mahen laughing. "That's Mifyaz's job. Editan, Brother. Mifyaz said Roby was very polite because he appreciated Fathia, also because of the mosque" Mahendra added.

"Change agrees. Fathia does have to choose for herself because her tastes are other than usual. Men are smart but have an educational background like Roby who can enter your family is rare. It's good soon if the child puts a liking," Abah's message to her eldest son.

Amir and Mahendra agreed. Abyan then asked his sister-in-law for help to arrange a meeting between two families because Abyan is going to Jakarta in the near future.

"I'll make sure to Fathia first" said Qonita.

"OK, Mommy. I'll call Biantara because I know Roby through him. Although we know where Roby's residence is, spy also sometimes has to pretend," Kekeh Mahen followed the others.

If the elders are busy talking about Roby. Another thing with Fathia. The girl had not been out of the room since Abyan reprimanded her for a picture with a man.

Fathia explained that it was an edit, but her father instead got a photo of her other self out of who.

Wanted to curse Roby and Mifyaz for not keeping his word, but Qonita forbade him. Fathia vented her annoyance with the strike.

Geck. Geck.

"Tia, umma can come in, Nduk?" qonita's soft voice from behind the door.

"Ehm, fadhol, Umma," he replied originally, still lying on his stomach on the bed.

"Sir, are you really leaning towards Roby? if so, buya want to go to Jakarta and meet the intermediary first. How's it?" said Qonita directly without stale bases.

"I'm pissed. Mom did not catch me first. Also to him, why is my photo spread when I want it," muttered Fathia, speaking indistinctly because it was covered by a pillow.

"Then ask him, don't call Roby first. Inget pesen umma. So how's this? om Mahen waited, because he knew him," asked Qonita because Fathia did not give an answer.

"I was waiting for Sam but he seemed reluctant to wait. Roby is polite and smart-looking, he's no less handsome than Sam, too" Fathia cheered, getting a clap of Qonita on his shoulder.

"There's another candidate?" cecar the mother.

"There, Ashley's husband," said Fathia, laughing.

"Innalady. Basic yes, the taste is so. Not a real santri like your brother. Fathan's sister can also speak some kind of language like you. No fancies?" qonita Goda.

"Trainer? notwithstanding. Too mushy, Roby's a package of kumplits, Umma. But, I'm afraid she's refusing," said Fathia, re-burying her head on the pillow.

Qonita just shook her head slowly at the attitude of her youngest daughter like this. "Have, Roby Al Ashfaq," concluded Nyai Multazam, rising to his feet leaving the room of the youngest princess.

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