IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 76. SEE YOU SALIHAH

Malya circled the waiting room twice, not forgetting to enter every mini restaurant there. His breathing began to gasp, eyes continued to scan the surroundings. He did not find his husband and daughter.

Malya stood up for a moment, bowing her body. The dark brown netra closed, dispelling the sweat that began to come down from the forehead.

Mother Meeza then bought mineral water, as well as asking for a temporary charge connection to charge her phone.

When the flat screen started to light up, Malya tried to re-contact Bian. He started whining.

"M-maass!" lirih Malya, still holding her breath.

"Yes, Al. Where the hell are you, honey. We're looking for you to muter-muter and now it's in the parking lot" said Bian, his voice faint because at the side of the sound of the plane take off.

Malya. He had to immediately run to the location where Bian was waiting for him. "Wait for me, please, wait," pinta Malya, head for the basement.

Using the remaining power, Malya headed towards the location that Bian shared. Her tears involuntarily dripped, her chest pounding at the thought of how upset Meeza was towards her.

"Meeza maafin mom, sorry yeah," muttered Malya along the distance she scrapped.

His heart slipped, when he saw Mercedez Benz's car passing away when he just reached the airport room divider glass door and parking.

"MAYZAAAAA!" exclaimed Malya, panting.

"Zaa-zaaa!" call him again, he fell to his knees. Tired of beating the body but not results.

Malya understands that Bian is not waiting for her because Meeza must be exhausted and jetlag so worried sick with extreme temperature changes between Europe and Jakarta.

"sorry. Sorry." Malya dropped her tears there. No matter the strange looks of the fellow visitors that night.

"Mother is not wrong, son. Mother understands, welcome back to Indonesia yes, my dear," murmured Malya still lowered her head, her net was closed to inhibit the speed of the clear circle that continues to drag down.

A few seconds later, Malya slowly wiped away her tears, raising her head. He then got up, headed to the corner of the parking lot to wash his face covered in tears and sweat, with the rest of the mineral water.

Princess Haji Syakur calmed down, setting his breath while leaning against the wall. After feeling calm, he began to step footpathically.

Kala had just stepped a few meters to return to the place where Camai was waiting, the tail of Malya's eyes caught a girl like her daughter. Malya turned her head, right to the right side across from where she was standing.

The net is patterned, the dark brown retina is back faint because of the puddles that accumulate in the eye fertilizers. The figure he was looking for, standing at the side of the car, gave a sweet smile.

Malya's body seemed locked, she still faithfully stood in her place despite recognizing someone she was looking for and longing for.

Step slowly lifted, Malya pulled her foot towards the heart. "Meeza!" call the mother.

"Yes-daaa!" reply Meeza, waiting for her mother to approach. Bian says that Meeza should respect Malya because her mother always fought her way.

"Darling," called Malya again, and stepped quickly towards Meeza. Both of his arms were already open to welcome the baby and he missed.

The little girl was impatient, she greeted the mother and held her tightly.

Grep.

"Bundaa, Bundaaaa," called Meeza, crying her mother's arms.

"Zaza, allahumma sholli ala sayyidina Muhammad. Mother kangen," replied Malya, sobbing her daughter.

Meeza's cry became a cure all tired today. Malya continued to smell the fragrance she wanted. Before long, the hug unraveled. The two women are different times, wiping tears from ayu's face.

"Haven't?" reprimand Bian, approaching both.

Malya stared fiercely at her ex-husband, feeling that Bian was judging him. "Meeza's coming with me" said Malya, holding her daughter.

"Like that. You're nginep at home," Bian bargained a little teasingly.

"Za, Mommy accuse daddy, how about it?" pbian fishing commotion.

"Mother and daddy when to stay together?" tanya Meeza doesn't care about her parents' quarrels.

Malya just kept quiet and did not respond. While Bian smiled meaningfully. "Lusa daddy proposed, Mother. Yeah, honey, accepted, right?" seductive Bian again, while pulling Meeza back home with him.

"Mas! freelance, Zaza is with me," said Malya ignoring Bian's question. He then stepped away towards the front parking lot where Camai was waiting.

"Mother, daddy how?" ask Meeza again.

"Go home daddy dong. Zaza with mommy first, okay?" take Malya still holding her.

"okay."

Before long, the two arrived at the car. Along the way, Meeza has been chattering about her daily life for the past six months. Even when Andreas came to visit Meeza told him. Although they did not get to meet because of the strict rules.

"Zaza, why wear a hijab? can you tell why?" malya asked, surprised to see the new look of the princess.

"Wind like Mother. Also remember the story that was told about what, um, mu-ma-yyiz, is that right, Mother?" reply Meeza recalls basic fiqh lessons from Malya.

Mother Meeza smiled, she calculated the age of her daughter. "True, later we will discuss yes, especially the menstrual chapter, the sign of puberty is also a way of sanctification, the intention of bathing and praying," continued Malya.

The mother-of-one assessed, Meeza must have understood basic things, especially those related to women's problems. The two chatted until they arrived at the apartment.

"Byby!" meeza exclaimed, immediately hugging when she saw Roby welcoming her in front of the elevator door of their unit floor.

"The zaza! Thank God Byby came home. I'm sorry I didn't pick up because the onty Fa that is being banned doctors can't go anywhere," said Roby languished for a moment and received a speech salim Meeza.

"Why, sick?" ask the boy.

"No. Onty is looking after the baby in the stomach. Later Zaza will also have a moment again from Mother," said Roby lead the child to their unit.

"Ehm, is it Bun?" Meeza turned to her mother.

"By! don't be weird teaching it." Malya opens the door panel of the unit.

"Zaza can see onty?" ask Meeza curious about the figure of her uncle Byby couple.

"Tomorrow again, onty's gone bad. Zaza is tired after all, right?" reply Roby stroked Meeza's head.

"OKAY. Zaza enters, bye Byby," replies Meeza, excitedly waving to Roby.

"Bye, Salihah," said Brandon's assistant no less cheerful.

"Grandmother's granddaughter!" mardiah's voice rang out, welcoming Meeza as the little girl walked in.

"Fathia's still sick and sick, By?" malya continued, still standing in the doorway.

"Some nausea at the most, no spots. Recalcitrant, he's stressed. Sayin deh Al, mother's speech does not work," pinta Roby later.

"Ehm, tomorrow you will meet Meeza with Fathia. It turned out two months ago. That's because you're too old" said Malya as she closed the unit door.

"Yeeeeee, Al!"

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