IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 75. MALYA'S RAMPAGE

"Please, my big wish," asked Bian, pleading with the friend.

"Ah, my fate is. Ngarep got an opinion when he told the candidate cem-ceman even he was your ex. As long as you know, I have joined Kopi Cyanida," replied the friend, grunting annoyed at Bian. He regretted telling Bian Malya's profile at the time.

"What's Cyanide, you want a moat, you?" sahut Bian, while sipping cold coffee that he ordered.

"No slang, duda's quick pantesan," her deck. "The male community is ready to marry widows, tuh, cyanide coffee," he added.

Both of them scattered in the corner of the restaurant table, Bian threw the friend with the eating tissue that was there.

"the gelo! escapes yes, but don't let him know" Bian said.

"Can't, Bi. I need Malya, it turns out, public speaking she's cute, discipline despite jutek," she said.

Bian just smiled, folding both hands in front of the chest. Malya is quiet, rarely smiling even at her when their status as husband and wife. However, Beatrice's granddaughter saw many changes in Malya's attitude aimed only at her. The woman is very sweet, also considerate and Bian is sure, she does all, especially for a Meeza daddy.

"He's sweet only to me, as long as you know," Bian said.

"Well, you won .. he is being proposed for promotion next year replace Angga as the representative of Herawati because Angga in moving to another branch. Please don't take Malya until I find a substitute for her cake, even though you're married. Okay?" pinta the friend.

Both have a desire for Malya. Roby's prediction turned out to be accurate, Meeza's step following the company's performance pattern has impacted the rise in office nearly two years.

"Save him a leave of absence. I'm not gonna ask Malya out of work, Mik. Until he says it himself. This is his dream and I will support him in full. Because sure, Meeza knows what the priority is and not, "honestly, Bian. He understood how it felt to be at the top when he had achieved all his wishful thinking, and wanted to watch Malya like that.

"Your assets are missing a lot, weren't they yesterday? How's malya?"

"She's not a matre woman anyway, although the rest of the house is one while this and many assets are lost but I am still able to support the family with the current standard of living, although the foot barge for two derivatives. There is a new business, in shay God can replace the lost because I have Malya," said Bian, sumringah.

The market share of ethanol bio-business is still very wide open, especially abroad. For this reason, Bian continues to expand corn planting land as a source of main production materials. He spent a lot of assets in this venture. Some apartments, three beloved sports cars, stocks, luxury homes, all sold for future business.

Niatan being a complete family man in the middle of the family is the absolute goal of his life now. Moreover, he imitates the figure of Mahendra who did the same thing. Bian saw the role model man loved his family so much that he got a lot of love and equal from them even around and the workers.

"Yes too. Lucky yes. Find me that model. Who is willing to stay at home, pregnant, lahiran, pregnant, lahiran. I want to have many children" he replied again.

"Married to a cat aja sono," fierce Bian. " Eh, Mik, but really you said. I thought so," he said again.

The absurdly mixed chatter between two best friends spawns a deal. Malya will be on leave, but she cannot fly to England to pick up Meeza.

Bian weighed, until finally agreed. He'll surprise Malya about this. The two then separated just as the Maghrib's azan echoed.

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Two days before Meeza's return.

Malya ran amok in the office, she kicked off the table during an internal meeting in the finance division. Angga as the deputy manager is currently unable to answer Malya's questions.

"Do you have no other resources than me? Sesil and others! what do you think of them, huh!" sentak Malya to Angga. He just got a lot of work.

"And it's from above, Al. Not me," great-grandson Angga explained the sitting matter.

"You are our representative. Must be able to assess the ability of staff. What's it like to sit there?" sergeant Malya, get out of the room.

Her target is now Herawati, but the woman is not in the room. Now Malya headed to the HRD office, filing her leave was canceled for no apparent reason.

Malya holds herself back there, until her anger mounts and continues to fight for leave to head for Meeza, she finds Michael upstairs.

The man didn't want to see her, making Malya desperate. The disillusioned face of Meeza haunts the mind all day. The mood is messy, even Bian accepted Malya's annoyance when he told her he was going to England later in the afternoon.

"I can't pick up Zaza! I hate!" malya exclaimed at the rooftop, she stood up and squatted because she was upset and held a sob. Tight chest.

Trowels. Trowels.

"Al, I'm on my way."

"I can't go. Sorry!" isak Malya's. "I'm afraid Meeza's face is disappointed in me! I'M GONNA GO AGAIN!" racau Malya, desperate.

Bian can't bear it, but it's in their interest next week.

"Propsy. Zaza will understand, you can pick up at the airport right, "bian replied, did not get a reply again until finally he ended the call because the announcement asked for a passenger immediately boarding.

Until the night, Malya was unable to shut down, she went on hunger strike, talked and even ignored Bian's calls until the day after tomorrow.

Day H, Meeza's home.

Malya set the alarm clock at nine p.m. He really hopes the streets will be friendly to him because this is a long weekend. Malya chose not to go home, she intended to go directly to the airport when she returned from work later.

Malang joins Meeza's mother. Sesil was sick so that the important work of the day was continued by him. Malya jibaku with a pile of files until the Maghrib. He just finished.

The woman rushed to the toilet, changed her clothes and performed prayers at the employees' mosque. When he reached the basement, bad news came.

"Non, it's jammed badly to the outer ring. If the toll to the airport is smooth. How's this?" ask Camai.

"What about ojol?" ask Malya.

"From here it can, but the router to enter the airport and non-toll lines, the same, stuck," continued Camai again.

Malya weighs, she decides to stick with Camai and will take an anthernative when halfway through.

"Road, Mai. O Allah, ease my struggle to meet Meeza, do not make her feel disappointed by her mother," murmured Malya opened the car door and joined my fight through the traffic jam.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Malya was only half as far away. It wouldn't be an abomination if it continued like this. However, the next few minutes the road situation began to run a little smoothly so he stopped changing modes of transportation.

A single accident was the cause of the severe traffic jam that night. Malya touched the airport courtyard at nine in ten minutes. He ran small towards the gate of foreign arrival.

"Ah, my phone's out of power. Please, I'll pick up, where are you," Malya muttered as she called Bian.

"Hello, Al. We're near fast food, going out" replied Bian.

"Whose side? I'm in the de-"

Malya was upset, her call was cut off, her phone battery was 5% left, she made a re-call but her phone was always off.

Malya skirted every resto at the airport. He briefly sees a girl who looks like Meeza but is not sure because she is hijab.

"Zaaaaa, I'm sorry mommy," he said without breaking charcoal with trembling hands holding a cellphone, and eyeballs that had been glazed.

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