Socialites
Reconnaissance mission, man,

An annoyance began to come toward the three beautiful women who were staring at Dena. Almost twenty minutes they waited for Dena who was just silent while turning the glass in her hand.

"Ah stop! We're just like fools waiting for him to talk!" grunt Astrid while changing her sitting position.

"Dadid! Not a great patience, Astrid!" pout Dena while looking at Astrid, "but I completely forgot, what idea had appeared in my head," said Dena regretfully.

"Look at this, Aya. Try to find out the man's social media account! It's possible that on Bea's account there is a post that marks her lover," Astrid proposed as she looked at Soraya.

"Cie .. who has experienced spying on a husband!" Suddenly, Dena hit Astrid.

"Hey! Shut up you old virgin!" sarkas Astrid stared intently at Dena.

Instead of being angry, Dena chuckled even though Astrid called her a spinster. He knew that Astrid was only joking when she said that. While Soraya, without saying much, she immediately opened her social media and searched Beatrice's account. He painstakingly searched for the account of the sweet man as Astrid had suggested.

"Yes! Meet me!" soraya said when she found Dirga's account.

Soraya gave Astrid her phone, as she had more confidence in the senior when it came to snooping. Of course, the experience of the honey farmer woman was much more when she used to stalk all the mistresses of her husband. Astrid looks serious while rummaging through Dirga and Beatrice's accounts.

"Hows it? Is there anything interesting in there, Astrid?" ask Soraya.

"Yes. I found a lot of things there. We have to divide the task to find out who exactly is your son-in-law," Astrid said casually.

Of course, the speech made Dena and Rahma look at each other because they both would know, if after this Astrid would give the task to them. Sometimes the senior woman did not make sense to ask for help.

"From the results of my investigation, it turns out that Dirga has a lot of work until I am confused, actually he is how," Astrid said as she looked at her three friends.

"Continue?" Rahma looked at Astrid with such great curiosity.

"Ah, I found an idea!" Astrid smiled meaningfully, "there's a task for you, Su!" Astrid looked at Rahma meaningfully.

"Tell me!"

"On the Dirga homepage, it says if he is a potographer, there are contacts to contact. Sometimes he works in one of the parks in the area. Your job is to be the model. Yes, there is nothing wrong if you often meet him to do a photo shoot. Find out what the real Dirga is" Astrid said, staring at Rahma meaningfully.

"Okay, I accept. Very easy task!" Rahma smiled meaningfully.

Astrid is planning her next move. He said that Dirga sometimes posts vegetable stalls in the market. Most likely Dirga is a seller of eggplant and other types of vegetables. This time Astrid herself will take up the task. He can do it after coming home from this place, because Dirga posted his wares in the morning blind, most likely he was selling before dawn.

"I have one more assignment for you, Dek Dena," Astrid smiled sweetly as she looked at the non-virgin girl.

Dena rolled her eyeballs after seeing the expanding smile from her best friend's lips, "say what's my job?" asked Dena lazily.

"In today's many men who like to take advantage of the wealth of their partners, we have to find out, whether Dirga sincerely loves Bea or just simply wants to live a good life by hitching a ride in Soraya's house. Well, this time I need help, Dek Dena," Astrid said as she looked at Dena.

"Near him. You have to pretend to like him and offer that sweet guy to be your mistress. Just lure with all your wealth." Astrid smiled meaningfully.

"Hey! Why should I accept that task!" sulk Dena after hearing the long tausiyah that Astrid said to him, "Why not Rahma or Soraya herself anyway! Madam Astrid can handle it." protested Dena.

"Eh, don't be crazy! He's my son's girlfriend! I fucked him! Where will my pride be if caught! There could be a soap opera title 'apparently my future-in-law is my lover'. Dih, ogah!" reject Soraya firmly.

"I'm also very risky! Later if the Father knows I like the same in droves. Finish my history. My poor car, Miss Dena!" moaning Rahma with a clear face.

"Otherwise me. Even though my husband has many women, I also do not want to be caught menggegodain. He might divorce me! Poor dong me later too!" Astrid also avoids the crazy tasks that are arranged.

Dena could only massage the base of her nose after hearing all the reasons said by her three friends. He could not understand why there had to be a madness that was triggered from the lips of the honey farmer.

"How about, Deck Dena? Are you willing to accept the task of Astrid's mother?" Soraya looked at Dena with a hopeful look.

Dena could only exhale after seeing Soraya's facial expression. Of course, he could not bear to see Soraya. It is highly unlikely if he rejects the request, let alone all this for the good of Beatrice—the beloved girl—all of them. Dena also did not want if Beatrice chose the wrong partner.

"Okay, okay. For Soraya and Beatrice's sake, I'm willing to be a multifaceted aunt! Ayah!" Dena clucked in annoyance after saying that.

"Then what's my job?" Soraya looked at Astrid curiously.

"Your job is pretty easy. Just watch your daughter. If you can come to the cafe where the man works to become a Barista. Keep an eye on the movements, if necessary, find out where the house is," Astrid said.

Women who become honey farmers are quite good at stringing plans like this. His personal experience makes him very professional when it comes to stalking prey. Moreover, stalking a man like Dirga, was certainly easier than stalking her husband's mistress.

That night, members of the socialite group stall dimly, have arranged a mission to spy on the figure of Dirga Aditya—Love Beatrice — before the wedding took place. They're willing to do all this for Beatrice's future.

"Now let's toast to the sweet man's reconnaissance mission." Astrid raised the glass after pouring the alcoholic drink into her glass.

"Cheers!" sahut Soraya, Dena and Rahma while raising their respective glasses.

The sound of their laughter rang out there.Mostly with the sound of music that squealed in the ears. When it's like this, they all seem to forget age. Not to lose to the young. Really, the socialites are troubling.

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