IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTERS 80. SURPRISE

Malya prepares a suit for her husband on the bed and she searches for her parents.

Malya went into the father's room, when Mardiah was still wiri in the lobby. He conveyed the intention of Bian who will invite to Europe and the middle of the night.

"Let's permission go to daddy a long time about it all. He was going to invite us too but Dad refused because he was not fit right. The feet are slow when used for walking. First of all, Meeza here is the same as us, most later to play to Roby," said Haji Syakur, patting Malya's armrest so she calmed down.

"It will be difficult for father and mother" said Malya worried if Meeza fussed.

"There was one maid, your mother was happy to have a new toy, Al. Already, go. Happy now," replied the father, this time patting Malya on the shoulder and rubbing her arm.

The ayu woman who had just given up her single life, nodded slowly. He kissed his father's hand and left from there.

Mardiah, was giving Bian a message in the pantry area when Malya came out of their room. In fact, he asked Bian to bring a cooler bag of ice to fill with warm water if Malya cramps the stomach on the first day of menstruation.

"Don't forget, in the warm water and then put it on the waist and stomach so that the cramps disappear," Mardiah's message to her daughter-in-law, she even demonstrated how to put the object.

Bian nodded, but what Mardiah did was stopped by Malya. "Don't take it this way, it's complicated," said Malya blushing her lips, ashamed if her disgrace was heard by Bian. He went into the room.

"Keep in case Al. You have not-" said the mother. Mardiah remembers her daughter's menstrual habits.

"Suuuddaaah, just clean," exclaimed Malya from the room, forgetting that Bian heard her words.

Daddy Meeza lowered her head hiding her smile, her arms resting on the pantry table, patted by the in-laws.

Mardiah's nosy look while raising her eyebrows on Bian, responded to the male's weirdness in the casual sporty dress. Mardiah hopes her grandson will be added in the near future.

Bian said goodbye to his two in-laws, he went into the room and kissed Meeza's cheeks alternately with Malya and then pulled her second suitcase. Camai, help bring Malya's belongings down first.

"Your bags, honey. Let me take it," said Bian, grabbing a string of Malya's short bag for him to pull the suitcase.

"Repot it, Mas. Let me be, "pinta Malya asked for her bag again when she entered the elevator.

"No need to push. Please bring me my jacket," said Bian, handing over his black jacket.

Malya clutched Bian's coat and inched to her husband's left arm as occupants from another floor joined them in the elevator. Bian's strapping shoulders, being the target of ayu woman's backrest while standing there.

"The desire to hunt nyampe hotel," whispered Bian, very soft to make Malya's cheeks blush.

Malya did not respond with a speech, she just pinched the little arm of her husband while hiding a smile.

Before long, the iron box door opened on the basement floor. Both roads go hand in hand to a car that will take them somewhere.

"Bi, very long!" the voice of a man.

"Sorry Mik, Madam teased the faith earlier. Taming his little boy was difficult," chuckled Bian, welcoming and hugging old friends. Malya is breaking up, she stopped her steps behind Biantara

"Mr Mik Mak Mik! Maik, Michael!" michael protested, replying to Bian's embrace. He is the leader of Malya.

"P-paak Michael?" malya said, surprised because they know each other.

"Hi Madam Cakra. Happy honeymoon yes. Don't go berserk with me, this is Bian's plan when you can't go to England to pick up Zaza" Michael said with a raised smile.

Biantara patted his best friend's arm many times, revealing their secret. Either Malya will sulk or vice versa later.

Bian's sharp gaze pierced the CEO of the fast food retail where Malya worked. "What's? replace it, my staff is in the same mood as him," Michael laughed as he approached Malya to give permission for a sabbatical as a wedding gift because he was an exemplary employee.

"Hetdah! my shirt's broken Hoy!" Michael shook his best friend's hand. These two men were like little children fighting over something.

"Thank you, sir. Um, I'm sorry, I don't know if this is part of your plan" said Malya, staring intently at Biantara, who was hiding behind Michael's back.

"Sir, Non, please. Later late to the airport because we will go to one place first," said Camai, pausing their chat. Rescue Bian from Malya's sharp attack.

They separated after Malya thanked the leader.

Along the way, Malya thought about all the things that happened in her life. Starting from the moment of leaving the house, skincare in the room, clothes, all personal needs, monthly financing of the apartment, even a job that allows him to pass the Iddah period properly. Malya guessed, Bian was behind all this even though Roby was seen by the view.

"Darling!" call Bian, feel Malya will vent emotions.

"Sstt, quiet!" reply mother Meeza, lifting her index finger to the mouth of Biantara.

The man resigned if Malya went berserk. He was even reluctant to be touched and approached by her.

An hour later.

"Down yuk, look for a while before leaving," asked Bian, hesitating to touch his wife's arm.

Malya turned her head, looking gently at the handsome face that now looked uninspired. He silenced Bian during the trip because the contents of his brain were flashbacks.

The two then descended, Bian slowly guided the steps of the idol when he climbed the steps of the declining land.

"This has not been fixed, should use natural rocks so as not to be slippery and wider avoid slipping," muttered Bian, clutching Malya's waist when he had trouble treading muddy ground.

"This is what, Mas?" ask Malya. Highlight his eyes sparkling to see the expanse of green grass, plants of various types of flowers poking here and there.

Bian did not answer, he focused on opening the greenhouse padlock. Then pull Malya's arm inside.

Waw.

No one can describe how happy he is. The round eye sparkles were radiating beautifully even seemed to condense looking at the scene before the eyes.

"The wedding gift, for you, the owner of the name of the Flower Arrangement," whispered Bian, clutching his wife's body from behind.

"Sorry, everything is confidential, I'll explain to you without exception, don't get mad, honey," pinta Bian, peeping at his wife's cheek.

Malya was just silent, busy admiring the beautiful work that Bian had given her. The man then pushed Malya down, not letting go of the hug until they touched the back of the greenhouse.

"I made it similar to the Mansion, and noaaaa," added Bian, opening the back door of the greenhouse. Stranded sea of Malya's favorite flowers, colorful chrysanthemums, rose are also others. Like a living carpet spoils the eyes.

Malya turned around, hugged Bian, she was too happy. "Syukron, Mom."

"Afwan, dear. Love you, Al. Don't go again" whispered Bian, hugging his woman, showering with a wet kiss. Her net began to condense, she managed to bring her love back.

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