IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 8. FORCED

"Openass!" Malya revolted as the man's strapping body overcame her.

"Your husband is me now" whispered Bian, patting Malya on the cheek and leaving her alone.

After the man died, Beatrice went into the room with the bride's fairies with a change of clothes for a friendly event.

A couple from the Cakra Clan asked Malya to get ready. "Mary, hopefully it's not just the appearance that's changed. Your heart is much more important. Serve my granddaughter well, thankfully you can give birth to an heir for the Cakra family" Beatrice said.

Malya immediately broke up, gave birth to a child she said. Their initial relationship was very bad. Another thing with Beatrice, the old man who stood leaning on the back of the sofa instead acted the opposite. He's very friendly.

"Maria, later accompany grandfather gardening yes. We plant empty side land with various types of flowers. Think of it as a new hobby," said Brandon softly.

Malya seemed to get oxygen supply in the middle of the crush. This hijab-wearing woman also smiled sweetly while nodding. He was the only person who was friendly and welcoming with love.

"Don't take too long, guests are waiting. After this you will fly to Labuan Bajo for a week. So prepare yourself" Beatrice said.

The worst day of Malya's life, playing in a crowd she doesn't know. When Bian left her alone, Malya headed for the private table intending to pick up fresh fruit to wet her dry throat.

The bride sat alone at a special table. However, suddenly the old voice disappeared but still he recognized, re-sounding.

"Not to look. Just follow Bian's wishes to keep everyone safe. There will be time for you to be free, Malya. And as I promised, when that time comes may your status be saved" said a man from behind.

"How are my parents? in-law?" malya asked, wanting to explain that she did not run away leaving her husband alone there.

"Your parents are now Beatrice. The Sulayman family will not be able to touch you. I opened up access for Bian to meet your parents. You see, don't you? how difficult your husband is. I should have realized anyway, my strength exceeds the Cakra clan," he concluded.

The man got up without a sound, so Malya did not hear him waltz away.

"Until when? should I serve him too? is there any guarantee for my safety?" cecar Malya's.

Silent.

Pause. No more answers.

Malya looked back at her body. Everything was still neatly arranged as if no figure had just spoken to him.

"ghosts? no way," muttered Haji Syakur's daughter.

The show is over. Malya is forcibly pulled by Bian towards their room on the seventh floor.

A chance for Malya to tell the truth that the mysterious man was also present at the party.

"Don't nag! you want to run away and make another scandal? oh now I understand your motives. You thrust yourself in, I married you because the guilt had run him to death. And you unpacked this story and then ran away, making the shares of the firm Cakrawala plummet. The company collapsed, too" Bian recriminated.

Malya. He finally said the thing that had inflamed the heir of Cakra Corp.

"Are you stupid? can't you check the cctv so that what I said was proven? you're rich, you should be able to easily get accurate information. Not accusing me!" reply Malya. He stared hard at Biantara.

"How dare it set me!! no more, just stare at your husband like this!" sentak Biantara's. He grabbed and gripped Malya's chin until it made the face look up.

Princess Haji Syakur endured the pain in both her jaws. Especially when the burly hand brushed him until Malya fell on the bed.

Beatrice's granddaughter then exited the room, slamming the door hard.

"Can't cry. Strong Al, he will oppress if you cry," said Malya encouraged herself even though still the clear circle fell.

Two weeks later.

One night, Bian came home in a state of chaos. Chris said that the young master's body is not tolerant of Alcohol, but colleagues ordered a cocktail type of drink that turned out to still have mixed liquor in it.

"He's already spewing out all his stomach contents. It's just that the side effects are still there, Miss," said Chris when he was going to lay Bian's body on the bed.

"Wait for Maria, change my granddaughter's clothes. Just don't understand what kind of wife you are" said Beatrice, who saw the incident.

Malya was clumsy, all this time she never touched anything that belonged to Biantara. He was forbidden to approach even not to sleep in one bed even in the same room.

Beatrice's granddaughter-in-law asked them to leave her. With a troubled heart, Malya carried out her first assignment as Bian's wife that night.

Slowly all of the sprawled mens clothes Malya managed to remove except underwear. Body scented musk perfume, Malya wipe with a warm moist towel before re-wearing t-shirts and shorts that she took from the walking closet owned by Biantara.

The gentle, warm and smooth rubbing of Malya's fingers makes the maleness of someone who is half-conscious rise up. Bian subconsciously mentioned Maria's name.

"Mary. Baby, I miss you," muttered the heir to the Cakra clan.

Suddenly. The strong hand pull on Malya's arm made the body that was careless fall into Bian's embrace.

"Please me! off!!" malya slapped the chest of the man below.

No matter how much energy a woman uses to rebel, will not be able to dismiss the power of man's energy, especially plus the impulse of passion that slowly peaked.

Malya crying. Indeed this is the right of the husband but there is no duty on either party. The application of the woman who Bian claims is only status on paper, manifest in denial because of lust.

Biantara was momentarily surprised, she found something strange from Malya's body. However, it was halfway until finally halal worship was completed.

"Don't forget, buy and take the medicine tomorrow morning. I don't want you to get pregnant" Bian said after his consciousness gradually recovered.

He then got up, grabbed his clothes and left Malya drooping in pain, just like that. The door of the room again slammed roughly into the haughty man.

Malya sobbed, she pulled the blanket closer and closer to cover something that was considered disgusting to her now. The frail body curled up for a moment, before he inched his feet and stepped foot, exhausted towards the bathroom.

"I-ibuuuu," sobs Malya under the shower. His body decays feeling the inner birth pain.

In the middle of the night blind, her round eyes become more narrow due to swelling too much crying. Malya clutched her mini cushion over the sofa as usual, hiding all her grief.

While in another room.

Bian did the same, cleaned himself up. He cursed his folly by touching Malya tonight in a half-sane state.

"Stupid Bian! but wait, he was still ... means not yet touched by Sulaiman?" he murmured under the shower.

The two corners of his lips were pulled upwards forming a smile. "She's my wife, isn't she? not wrong dong," he said again.

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