Socialites
Beatrice's request, please,

The sound of music is so deafening, if heard by people who are not used to it. However, another story for Soraya and her three colleagues, namely Dena, Astrid, and also Rahma. It is indeed a very sad sight, the reason the four of them are no longer teenage girls who are still unstable in determining identity.

Soraya Harsha Rojas's. She is a forty-five-year-old widow and has a daughter named Beatrice Agatha Rojas. The child he got from a marriage with a Spanish boule, named Francesco Rojas. He was a wealthy businessman who died a few years ago. Since then, Soraya, who originally settled in the city of Madrid, decided to return to Indonesia with an infinite number of heritage. That is what makes Soraya a socialite, with a luxurious life. The world of night and luxury goods seemed to be a daily meal for Soraya and her three colleagues.

"Hey, Aya! You have long been a widow, have you no intention of marrying again?" astrid asked, a forty-six-year-old woman with a very spectacular chest size. The size he got when walking to Brazil, with the husband who is a coal businessman. However, unfortunately the man decided to remarry for the third time, with a twenty-six-year-old model. Astrid doesn't care about that. For him, as long as the material needs are still met, then there is no problem that is too meaningful. Astrid would rather distract him by having fun. Spending money is a great way to satisfy yourself.

Soraya seemed to shake her hand as a sign of disagreeing with Astrid's question. After gulping down her drink, the maniacal woman answered the question from the colleague. "That's all having a husband feeling like a girl" she said, "no, no! I did not think about getting married again" continued Soraya sipped her drink again.

"Well, you already know what size bule, where you might want to look for a local," led Dena while smoking a cigarette, then puffed the smoke. Dena is an old virgin. He is almost the same age as Soraya. Unfortunately, she decided not to get married, after nearly three failed attempts to make it to the marriage.

"Well, that's you know, Den," said Soraya accompanied by the laughter of Rahma who was busy moving the body, following the thump of loud music that seemed to be relentless.

Rahma is the youngest among her friends. Rahma was thirty-five years old. She was the mistress of a county official. Her face is beautiful and supported by an ideal body posture.

"There is or is no husband in our lives, in fact I, you, and all of you can still laugh like today," Soraya said as she sipped her drink again.

That is part of Soraya's life, after she returned to Indonesia with the status of a widow. His life seems to have no rules. He went home and left whenever he wanted. Soraya is rarely home. During the day, he was busy with various business activities, while the night he used to gather with friends. However, there was something different this time, when Soraya had just returned home from Clubbing. As usual, he will arrive home at about one o'clock.

Unusually, Beatrice the princess was still awake. The girl sat on the living room couch alone, waiting for Soraya's return.

"Bea's? You haven't slept, honey?" Soraya sat not far from her daughter while taking off her shoes. "Oh, that's achy!" he complained while moving his feet.

"I want to have a serious talk with Mama" said Beatrice. As usual, the twenty-two-year-old girl did not show too much expression.

Beatrice is indeed a homegrown girl who tends to be introverted. He would spend most of his time with thick books. The character of Beatrice is the opposite of the mother who likes to hangout until late at night.

"Speak about what? It sounds really serious," Soraya asked as she yawned long. He leaned his body against the back of the sofa, while propping up his forehead with the right hand that he placed on his periphery.

"Yes, this is serious" replied Beatrice. His sitting posture is still upright, with both legs held together and hands on the lap. His gaze was fixed straight at the mother, making Soraya re-enforce her sitting position.

Beatrice took a deep breath before revealing the important things in her life. The decision that Beatrice had made because she could not stand the circumstances in this house. Every day he felt alone in this magnificent house, only a pile of books accompanied him every day. Living with a treasure in fact can not drive away the loneliness that had been felt so far.

"I want to get married!" beatrice said firmly.

Soraya gasped after hearing the daughter's short request. Drowsiness that had whack, now lost somewhere. Soraya confirmed the position, looking at her daughter's pretty face. Trying to digest a request that he thinks doesn't make sense.

"Tell me one more time, Be!" soraya said after convincing herself if her daughter spoke wrong.

"I want to marry my boyfriend, Ma!" beatrice said again.

Soraya was silent after hearing Beatrice's request for the second time. There was a sense of disbelief in that ridiculous request. Not without reason Soraya did not believe the request, the article in Soraya's observation all this time, Beatrice never brought home a man.

"Dear, it's late." Soraya crossed her legs, "you better sleep first so you can think clearly" Soraya said with a sweet smile.

"Ah, Mama know .. it seems, you were asleep and dream to meet the prince yes, so you ask to get married." Soraya tried to guess what had happened to her daughter.

This time it was Beatrice who was stunned after hearing Soraya's reply. He shook his head several times while looking at his mother's face with a look of disbelief. Moreover, after seeing his mother standing up from the sofa while carrying her bag and shoes.

"Bea, you better sleep now. Mama wants to sleep, too" said Soraya before leaving her daughter in the living room alone.

Beatrice leaned back on the couch after seeing her mother leave. This was what made the brown haired girl even more upset. Her mother was just busy having fun without thinking about her circumstances. In fact, for a serious matter like this, Soraya only responded if Beatrice's wish was just a dream.

"I won't give up until Mama meets my request" Beatrice murmured before leaving the living room.

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