IT'S NOT MOM'S FAULT
CHAPTER 9. PINKY PROMISE'S

Next morning.

As usual, Malya helped the maids prepare breakfast dishes. Sick whack he was tepis for Beatrice not to chirp.

Before long, Bian descends to join the Cakra elders while Malya simply stands by the side of the dining table, serving the residents. No one reprimanded him except Brandon, the kind-hearted grandfather of the founder of Cakrawala.

"Mary, sit. Eat breakfast. Not even a month, you look so taper. Does Bian force you to diet?" brandon scolds his son-in-law for his granddaughter.

"I'm not hungry yet, big sir. No," answered Malya straightforwardly, not wanting to raise a face when answering the elder's question.

"Times I say, call me grandfather. Aren't you my granddaughter's wife, Maria?" call Brandon again.

"Eat, don't talk much, Bran. Let him as he pleases, his head stumbles on the dashboard so that he turns quiet no longer installments. Um, maybe also undergoing a period of penance," Beatrice chuckles to Biantara's wife.

"I first. Good morning," said Bian, hurrying to finish breakfast, not poking into the chatter, then rising to the forehead of the elders before he left.

Just over two weeks Malya had a full day of pretense in front of Beatrice. He drove Bian forward like a normal wife in general.

As usual, the heir of the Cakra clan was cold and uncaring. He waltzed into his car without turning his head toward the woman he described as a fraud.

Malya remembered last night's message. After her husband disappeared from sight, she rushed to meet Sari to ask for help buying something.

Since moving to live in the Cakra Mansion, Rara plans no longer employed by Bian. However, Malya refused and begged that the spy maid be invited.

When the young mistress returned to her room to perform the morning sunah. The room door on Brandon's slow knock, the old man tilted his head as Rara opened the door.

"Miss Mary is still praying, great sir. Thirty minutes later he was done" Rara said.

"All right, I'll wait in the greenhouse. Tell him that new flower and fruit seeds are coming" said the old man before he passed.

Rara nodded her head and closed the door again.

The next ten minutes.

Princess Haji Syakur headed for the greenhouse behind the residence according to Rara's instructions. This mansion is very spacious, he has not fully memorized the location of some buildings that look to have different functions if in the view from the outer facade.

"Assalamualaikum, big sir?" call Malya calling her husband.

"Mary here." Brandon called from an invisible angle to Malya.

Ayu women in a dress of a robe also walked slowly to the source of the sound, down the hallway which is grown with a variety of plants. His legs still wear a bone corset in his legs while his arms have improved considerably. He is often dizzy when he thinks too much. The occasional throbbing sensation tousled the head around the surgical wound a few months ago.

"Here, Maria," call Brandon again. The older brother was enthusiastic when his former grandson came.

"What's your name?" brandon asked later, as they sat down.

Deghs.

Malya pretended not to listen. He just switched the conversation. Highlight the eyes of the ayu girl sparkled when she saw how beautiful the Chrysanthemum flowers were not far from where she stood. Unknowingly, Bian's wife approached and inhaled his scent.

"What kind of chrysanthemum is this? we'll seed a flower or a fruit first, sir?" malya asked while sorting out various types of plants.

"I know, you're not Mary. That girl doesn't like me. Nor is she a devout, stylish Muslim, unable to live without make-up and the night world. And if it's near a flower, he'll sneeze because of stamen allergy," said Brandon calmly while making the composition of fertilizer as a planting medium.

Deghs.

"I don't know what your motive is. But stay on Bian's side. Make the person who presses you regret ever involving you into the Cakra family. Maybe my granddaughter is stupid but she's a responsible man" Brandon explained, still calm as if he didn't care about the identity of even Malya's goals.

Malya looked at the young man beside the great master Cakra. He doubted whether the elder in front of him could be trusted.

"Roby's my personal assistant, to be trusted, Malya. All you have to pay attention to, get rid of one of the asiaten from your side. If you have to defend her existence, make her go the natural way. I saw you fight, son. Don't be afraid, if you believe you're on the right path" Brandon said.

Malya stunned. Sculpting in its place now. He immediately felt happy mixed with worry.

"You know me?" great-grandson Malya was afraid.

"Only a fool does not recognize two different dispositions even though the casing is almost the same. I introduced Maria to Bian. We're friends, okay?" brandon said again, displaying a smile on the face while giving a pinky to pledge pinky promise.

Malya was moved, her eyes began to condense and slowly blur due to the push of clear lava that was rushing out.

"Pinky promise," said Malya smiling as the settling of melted granules from the net ends on the face of ayu. He walked over and welcomed Grandpa Bian's fingers.

Brandon stroked the head of his daughter-in-law gently making the ayu girl sob. He remembered the figure of the father who was missed.

The two then spent time together until Zuhur. Brandon makes a swing at the back of the greenhouse to relax, making this place very shady and beautiful.

"If you're tired, sad, bored, wear this greenhouse. Here complete facilities ranging WiFi, refrigerator, mini kitchen, bathroom and even entertainment media. Not bad to go into the house, if hungry? just pick a vegetable or fruit, sorted out," said the elder.

"When night, when worried about mosquitoes? you can pull the partition, lower the curtains and turn on the air conditioner. No one has ever come in here but me" said Brandon, pointing out all the sophistication of the greenhouse he built.

"Why are you nice to me?" ask Malya again.

"We can't see anything from the outside. If you intend to dredge up treasures, it will not be able to last long against Beatrice. Must have run away with Bian's jewelry or money. What about the heart? I'm sure you haven't been in love with Bian, he hurt your husband, right?" guess Brandon, guessing the motif is still veiled.

Malya smiled and thanked the Cakra elder a lot. He promised he would be strong.

Before long, the ayu girl was determined to perform Zuhur prayers while taking the medicine that Sari bought.

A new foot was tracing the back door. Sari moved towards Malya and pulled her young lady's arm down the stairs.

"Miss, emergency medicine should not be purchased without a doctor's prescription. It must be for the right reasons" whispered Sari.

"Huh? tell me what reason cake, Sari please, I don't want to conceive her offspring," great-grandson Malya panicked.

Unbeknownst to them, Beatrice, who was about to head to the ground floor, heard a pair of prickly shoes under the stairs. He stopped his steps and put on a sharp ear. Suddenly. The sound of footsteps rumbled down the pedestal made of concrete in the voice of the senior maid.

"The lady's big, be careful!" the thrill panicked, while chasing after elder Beatrice's footsteps.

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